He slammed his lips against mine hard, demanding me to kiss him back. My face scrunched up while his tongue pried open my mouth, the kiss was harsh and filled with passion but before my lips could even think about moving against his I pulled away. My red lipstick stained his lips while I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, I wasn’t going to cheat on Rhett no matter how much my body desires it.
I slammed my hand across his cheek, his head fell to the right from the impact of my hard slap.
How dare you. I said, lowly.
He licked his bruise lip before quickly shoving me against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around my throat. His lips were touching mine but he wasn’t making any moves to kiss me, my body froze being in this position with him.
No, how dare you. It only took you a couple months before replacing me with some French dude.
He slammed his lips against mine but this time with much more force, his hand held me in place by my neck while deepening the kiss. I couldn’t fight off the kiss anymore, his lips felt like home to me. I kissed him back even harder, my hand grabbed ahold of his tie pulling him even closer to me. My leg wrapped around his torso as his bulge of excitement touched me gently.
What was I doing ?
I pulled myself away from him, pushing at his chest trying to put distance between us. I gently touched my sore lips, he took me off guard with everything.
I am getting married, don’t ever do that again. I said, quietly.
Then why did you kiss me back ?
I glared at him waiting for my brain to create a response to his question but it was totally blank. I tightened my grip on my purse before exhaling loudly, I walked out the door slamming it shut, I walked so fast out of that building that my legs started to become sore.
Why did I kiss him back ? Why did I even come here ?
I was beyond angry at myself for betraying Rhett, I glanced down at my engagement ring before turning on my car engine, I had his lips on me again after living three years without them.
The drive home was exhausting mentally and physically, I kept thinking about if I should tell my fiance about the kiss was it really important, it was a simple mistake that won’t happen again. Finally I arrived home, Rhett was already cleaned and sitting on the bed reading a book. I started to strip out of my dirty clothes throwing them in the basket near the bathroom.
How was your day, ma raison d’etre ? He whispers while removing his glasses as he casually looks my naked body up and down. (Translation : my reason for being ?)
Busy, and I missed you. I told him as I walked closer.
Rhett and I are so use to being together 24/7 because in Paris we were basically connected by the hip.
He nods while his hand slowly travels up my torso, his thumb slowly strokes my soft skin.
Maybe we should just go back to Paris. I said, hoping he’d agree with me. It was my first day here and I was already screwing things up, I wanted everything to go back to normal.
He chuckles before pulling me under him, his fingers gently stroke my cheek while he stared deeply inside my eyes. He’s always so loving and gentle even during sex, sometimes when I wanted him to go harder he wouldn’t because it would hurt me, hurt me in the good type of way.
We can’t, ma raison d’etre. Your dad needs you. He reminds me what we came here for, my dad’s health.
And I think your mom might need help as well, she tried choking me with a crystal necklace. He laughs, I laughed even harder before we both fell into a comfortable silence.
Rhett is the right guy for me but why does my heart disagree with me ?
I forgot to congratulate you on getting the job. He pecked my lips, I stared up at him with confusion clearly not getting what he meant.
Your boss called my phone, I guess you weren’t answering or something. Mr. Santos seems like a nice, reasonable man.
I’m going to kill him
Let’s not talk about him right now.
I slammed my lips against his while moving my hips, his hands held both my cheeks while deepening the kiss. My hand crawled down between us reaching for his boxers, I helped him pull them down.
Guilt was eating me alive and I just wanted the guilt to go away, if I give him what he wants than I’ll feel a lot better about myself.
He was thrusting inside me slowly and carefully with his head inside my neck while I blankly stared at the ceiling above us, my body buckled under him.
God I love you so much. He moans in my ear, a tear slowly slips down my cheek.
I love you too. I whispered back.