Updated: Mar 21, 2020
A long time
I never intended on being the other woman. I fought it every step of the way. He was right. We did have chemistry. It was a chemistry I had never felt with any other guy. Emanuel was great but he didn't give me that feeling like I wanted to rip his clothes off that I got when I was around Greg. I spoke to Astoria about it. She told me not to get involved with him.
"Look at the signs Jassy. Look at what he did to his 'best friend'. If that is how you treat someone you love I would hate to see how he treats his enemies. He didn't even have the guts to end it."
She was right. Deep down I knew she was right but I couldn't let it go. Something about him made me stupid. I defied everything in my body telling me to run. He had text me everyday since we met in that coffee shop. Initially I resisted but one day I replied. It was then that I knew. I was the other woman.
"I want to see you."
"Ok, meet me at 6am at the pier." The next day we met and walked along the beach. As the sun came up you could see hints of gold in his hazel eyes that only intensified when he smiled. The strange thing about it is I didn't even want to like him. He was handsome yes, but very entitled and he knew it. All he had to do was ask and it was given to him. I watched my mother work two jobs and struggle to take care of me. Nothing came easy and she had beaten hard work into me from the time I entered the world. "Trabaja duro hija y el mundo es tuyo". (work hard daughter and the world is yours) He was arrogant but in a way that made him sexy. Despite all the things that drove me nuts about him he was also kind,and smart.
We strolled down the beach and found a secluded area. We sat there in silence at first both not really knowing what to say. The salty breeze blew through my curls the moisture causing them to coil tightly to frame my face. The waves crashed up against the rocks beside us made the silence less awkward. He spoke first.
"I'm not an asshole. I know what people say about me. They all think that I am an arrogant prick who gets whatever he wants because of who my family is. Maybe they are right. I know that I should have broken up with Natalia a long time ago and I will. Natalia is the first person that every really understood me and loved me for me. When you grow up like I did many times people are nice to you because of what they can get from you. I didn't have many people that I could consider a friend and I don't make friends easily. When I met you I knew you were different. That first night in that code when you cried I could feel how deeply you cared about the people you take care of. That was sexy as hell. In many ways you and Natalia are a lot alike. You are both very caring that way."
"What happened between you and Natalia, really?"
"I don't know. It's like the more time that passed the passion fizzled and one day I looked at her and all I saw was my friend. Nothing about her changed. She is still the woman she always was but I don't think I am the same guy. Then I met you and I felt something that I haven't felt in a while and I knew I wanted to know you. I had to know you. I was ready to tell her but then when she told me she was pregnant I just didn't know what to do."
"You have to tell her. The longer you wait the more you will end up hurting her. If she is the friend you say she is then she will understand."
"It's not that simple. Look, she is finally doing a little better. She can finally make it through the day without crying. I don't want to be the reason she cries anymore."
I moved closer to him.
"I get that you don't want to hurt her especially after everything that she has been through, but if you wait and she finds out before you tell her then you will not only lose your girlfriend but your friend."
"Beautiful and smart. I know you are right. I just have to find the right way to do it. Until then I am really enjoying spending time with you. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"Tonight. Be ready at 7pm and I will have a car pick you up."
"Sounds great." We left and I went to the mall to find something to wear. I picked out a pink bodycon dress that hugged me in all the right places but still left something to the imagination. Later that evening I showered, shaved and straightened my naturally curly tresses until my hair cascaded down the length of my back. I slipped into my dress and spritzed my body with my favorite perfume. As I applied my lip gloss and slipped it into my clutch there was a knock at the door. It was a man dressed in all black. He informed me that he was my driver. Parked outside was a sparkling black Audi R8. The driver opened the back seat and there were two dozen roses on the back seat with a note.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. I hope this is the beginning of me and you. Signed, Greg."
It was cheesy but it still made me smile. We pulled off and about 20 minutes later pulled up to a gate. The driver entered a code and the gate opened and we pulled into the drive way. The drive way was lined with palm trees that led to a massive house. It was a two maybe three floor compound comprised of glass and carbon black beams. It was modern but not cold. The driver opened the door and I got out. As I walked up Greg opened the door. He looked good. He wore a fitted black shirt and black slacks that showed off his fit and muscular physique.
"Wow, he said. You look amazing."
He took me on a tour of his home. It was by far one of the nicest homes I had ever been in and it was clear that he had money because there is no way he could afford a place like this on a resident salary. He led me into the dining room where there were candles lit. He pulled out a remote and with a few quick swipes of his finger the lights dimmed and smooth jazz began to fill the room.
"Snazzy, I said with a grin."
"Just wanted this night to be special."
"That is nice and all but what's for dinner?"
"You get right to it don't you?"
"Look, I know I look like one of those girls who gets nourishment from the sun but I like to eat. I workout to keep myself in shape but I'm not one of those salad eating chicks."
"Ok, ok." He laughed and dashed into the kitchen.
A few minutes later he returned with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He poured some for the both of us. We toasted to the beginning of something special. As it turns out he is quite the chef. He told me that his mom was a really good cook and insisted that he and his sister learn before they left for college. I never had a man to cook for me. After dinner he showed me his favorite room in his home. We went up two flights of stairs and came to what looked like a closet. He opened the door and pressed a button on the wall which opened up a secret passageway.
"After you, he said."
"You aren't taking me to some secret room to rape and rob me are you?"
He laughed. "No, I assure you that you are safe with me."
Just beyond the mystery door was another flight of stairs which opened into a room completely surrounded by glass windows. Even the ceiling was made of glass and you could see a sky filled stars. It was beautiful.
"Impressed? That isn't even the best part."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote from before. The next thing I know the glass ceiling retracted like a giant sunroof. In the center of the room was a round plush day bed.
"Come on, lay down with me."
I followed him over to the bed and cuddled close to him. It was a gorgeous night. It was cool with the ceiling open and you could see a million stars in the sky. I could smell his cologne as I lay close to him tucked neatly beneath his arm. As we lay there staring at the sky he stroked my hair. I placed my hand on his thigh. It was a perfect night. He pulled me a little closer brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me on the forehead. I felt good. I felt safe.
I looked up to meet his gaze. He placed his hand at the angle of my jaw and brought my lips to his. He kissed me slowly, soft and full. I turned and pressed my body against him as we continued to kiss. His caressed my side running his fingers up and down the length of my body as though it were made of braille and he was trying to read me. He moved his hand to my back and released my body from the prison of my dress. I unbuttoned his shirt and was pleased at the smooth skin beneath. In one swoop he was on top of me. His kisses grew more hungry as he left my lips to kiss my neck, then my collar bone. With his fingers he traced the outline of my bra. He placed his hand over my breast and I felt my heart quicken. He slid my bra to the side and closed his mouth over my breast. He slid his hand inside me and let out a slight moan when he felt my wetness on his hand.
As I moved my hand down his chiseled abs to unfasten his pants I felt him jump up against my thigh with eagerness. Oh my, I see why he had such a big ego. By this time I was flowing like Niagra. He removed his pants and spread my legs. He looked into my eyes as he teased me with the tip sliding it up and down between my lips. He kissed me softly as he gently placed himself inside me. I began to shake from pleasure. He sank deeper into me with each thrust. At some point I believe I may have lost consciousness. It had been so long since I had been with a man. I climaxed three times before he released. We lay together in the after glow when our solitude was interrupted my the harsh lights. He sat up and looked out the third floor window to his drive. It was a black Mercedes. A woman stepped out and walked up the drive to the door. It was Natalia.