Sinful Affairs

s nice talking to you." "Yeah," I said and turned to leave him. I expected him to call me back, but he didn't. "He must be disappointed. Why would he want to spend more minutes wit

be mine, not his. "How could they? How could she? I entrusted my marriage with her and she did this." I thought angrily. I wondered how long this has been going on. When did they start this? I didn't want to watch anymore. It was so disgusting. I took a step back from the door and left. I didn't know where I was going, but I just wanted to go away, far from them. My tears were blinding my eyes but I had to keep walking. I didn't want to be seen by them, I didn't want to be seen by anyone, I just wanted to be alone. But nothing I wanted ever happened. Nothing. "Ah!" I screamed after bumping into someone. I didn't look up to know who, but I could tell it was a man. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" His voice was so soft and warm, filled with concern for me, I looked at myself to be sure of the person in front of me. And he was, standing in front of me. Marcelo Giovanni. The last person I want to see right now. "Why does he have to see in my pathetic stage?" I lamented. Is it hard for the universe to just let me be happy, I can't keep my marriage and friendship. Can't I continue to make a good impression on the man I once loved? "Dorothy," He called after seeing the tears on my face and cupped my cheeks. Maybe being in my pathetic stage does have benefits. That is the only way, I get Marcelo to look at me, call my name and even touch me. His hand were so large and soft, that it felt so warm on my cheeks and it gave me some form of comfort. "What is wrong with you? What happened to you?" he asked. He looked so angry for someone I wasn't on talking terms with. I looked at my surroundings and I realized that we were outside. I could still hear the music coming from inside the house and I knew if Elijah and Lilly were done, they would come to look for me. "Right now, I don't want to see any of them. I want to be far from them, but I don't know how." "I don't want to be here," I muttered so lowly that I doubted he could hear but he did. "Then let's get out of here" he held my hand before I could think twice about anything. He took me to where he parked his car and urged me to enter. I did as told and he centered the passenger seat, taking me out of the party. I d