Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

She woke up still tangled in the sheets, which was evidence of the night’s rumpus. Staring at the picture on the wall, she didn’t even notice it was there last night. It wasn’t a dream, she didn’t imagine it, as far as her memory allowed her to remember, she enjoyed it very much.

What happened to guilt? Why hasn’t it knocked on her door? It was the weirdest feeling ever. She looked at the man who had given her one of the best nights of her life and saw his peacefully sleeping face under the sunlight. It stirred her inside.

Did Declan feel the same way when he woke up next to that woman in the morning?

She wondered if his affair had driven her to that bed. She didn’t have an answer to it. Whatever it was, it doesn’t justify what she did.

Had the man not been Roman, would she have done the same? For that, she has a firm answer, ‘No.’ There was something about Roman that she just couldn’t resist.

He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, bright blue against the ray of sunshine; his long lashes glistened as he let out a soft moan.

She could see his dimple as she watched him awake from the side; he was smiling. What a sight it was. He rolled to his back, the sheets were off, and that was not in her imagination; the size of it was not all in her head.

She saw his hands reaching out to her thighs so casually. His calloused hands now feel familiar. Her body had never been touched by any other man in 13 years. Her heart raced. It’s different now that she’s sober; her conscience was screaming for her to get the hell out of there.

She trembled. She had slept with a man who didn’t even know who she was. She has a husband back home who had no idea she was in bed with another man. And his hands were on her thighs, slowly coming up near her center, and last night … he was inside her, and he wanted it again.

“Hey …” he got up and looked at her. His face was ridden with worry.

His hands no longer made their way to her middle. Instead, he put one hand on her cheek, “Are you alright?”

She was shaking violently; her body was reacting to her lies. She put one hand over her face trying to control herself, but she was helpless.

Her hands were cold. Roman held it and put it on his face. He ran his fingers through her hair, “You’re okay.” He kissed the palm of her clammy hand, “You’ll be alright.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She couldn’t make a word out of her mouth, her teeth started to rattle, and she was breathing irregularly.

He laid her on the bed and took the pillow from under her head. “Try to relax,” he said calmly, wiping the strand of hair off her face. Her lips were pale, shivering. “Are you afraid of me?”

She looked at him, furrowed her brows, and shook her head. That’s not why.

His expression loosened. “Adele … I’ve been looking for you all my life … I will never hurt you,” he talked softly in her ear. He kissed her shoulder and held her in his embrace.

His skin on her skin. He rubbed the side of her arm and hung his leg over her. “Let’s stay like this until it goes away … I’ll make it go away … I promise,” he kissed her face. He acted like he knew what she was going through, did he?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What he did makes her feel better. She tried to take control of her body, but first, her mind must be eased. Roman whispering sweet nothing to her ear made her smile.

“Is it too early to say I’m in love with you? Because I do … or was it just the best sex I’ve ever had?”

That made her laugh. She was thinking the same thing.

“I think it’s the latter,” her trembles subsided, and she could finally speak.

He rubbed his nose on her cheek and kissed the side of her face, “Let’s do it again then. I’ll make you come again … as many times as you want.”

She pulled away slightly, “You know we can’t make a habit out of this, right?” She turned to look at him.

His expression turned serious, “No … I don’t know that … can we at least do it again today?”

She blushed away, as much as she wanted to, she was still recovering from the anxiety attack or whatever it was that she just came out of. Her breasts were uncovered; she pulled the sheets to hide them.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said.

He looked at her in silence for a moment; he tried to decipher what she meant by ‘this,’ “You mean sex?” he laughed lightly. He didn’t want the ‘M’ word mentioned, they’d managed to come so far to be together, and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.

“No, being stranded on an island and having wild sex with a stranger,” she tilted her head back in laughter.

A sense of relief surged from his system; he watched her face light up beside him as she laughed. He slipped his hand under the sheet and touched her breast, “We’re not strangers anymore.” His fingers playfully go around her nipple.

“Yes, we are … we don’t know anything about each other,” she replied.

“What do you want to know about me? I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he challenged her with a look.

She fell silent.

“Will you do the same? Will you tell me everything about you?” he continued.

“Would you like to know? Isn’t this just a fling for you? Out on a job on an exotic island … where nobody knows who we are and have hot and heavy sex all night?” she giggled.

It sounded more like her view of their relationship; he was slightly offended.

“I was planning to marry you … but we have to start somewhere,” he tried to take it lightly.

They laughed.

“I do want to know you … everything about you, if you let me …” he stared into her eyes. “Isn’t that what you want too?”

She curved her lips and traced her thumb on his chin. What wishful thinking to be with him like young lovers. “I told you … I’m not looking for a relationship.”

He grimaced and made a stabbing gesture to his heart, “Ouch! That hurts.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to disappoint you later; we have to talk about these things up front … whatever we’re doing … this will not go beyond this vacation.”

It’s a bit too late for Roman, he was hooked on her, and the sex was just the icing on the cake that made her even more addictive. He rolled over her, pulled the sheet off, and stretched her arms on the bed. He had a playful smile as he spread her legs open with his knee, “Let me change your mind.”

She laughed in amusement.

He rose above her, looking down on her. He was a sight for sore eyes. “Look at you,” he said. “How can I get off that ship and not think of you again for the rest of my life?”