Chapter 7

Why did you run you fucking idiot? Because you have a husband; a husband you love. That's why you ran because you are a faithful wife.

"Shit." I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving marks I'd have to hide later on.

He kissed down my collarbone to the exposed part of my breast. Alessandro yanked my dress over my hips and palmed my ass while I gripped onto the railing behind me. "W- we're almost at the penthouse." I panted.

He threw my leg over his shoulder, not caring that someone could easily see us. He moved the thin layer of my purple lace underwear over. "Fucking beautiful." His hot breath hitting my clit causing me to suck in a breath. His entire mouth-

A loud honk brought me back to reality and I rolled my eyes at the car behind me. He put his middle finger out of his window, and I did the same. "Fuck you too, asshole!" I drove off and didn't hear whatever else he had to say back.

You are not allowed to be daydreaming about another man while married. I love Oliver and he loves me. I love Oliver and he loves me.

I pulled into the driveway of Serene's home and went to unlock her door. Sometimes I really regret having a spare key to her place. There was a pretty blue haired girl sitting on the kitchen counter... pleasing herself while Serene watched. I wasn't completely shocked, I'd walked in on way worse, so I just said, "Put some clothes on please."

While Serene groaned in annoyance the blue haired girl scrambled to put her panties on. "Why are you here right now?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"I saw him. Alessandro, I mean." Her eyes widened, suddenly interested in why I ruined her sex date.

"I'll go." The blue haired girl said. She was pretty; short figure, forest green eyes with specks of blue in them and pretty lips.

"No, no. Please stay, I'm Athena." I walked over to her in the kitchen and held out my hand.

She smiled and took it in hers. "Rachael."

"Alright now that everyone knows each other can we get back to the topic at hand. Sexy Alessandro." She pushed me into the living room and Rachael followed behind. They sat on the couch while I paced in front of them. "Stop pacing and talk stupid."

After catching Rachael up on my reality show worthy love life, I sat on the table. "Now for the reason I interrupted your orgasm." I sighed deeply. "I haven't seen Alessandro for six months and I kept this tattoo the entire time. I was coming back from a client's home, going through the back because of paparazzi was surrounding the front, and I was on my phone not paying attention. That's when I bumped into some mysterious guy, right?" They nodded.

"And as I was apologizing, I wasn't looking at his face. But at some point, when I did, all the memories from that night came rushing back as I stared at those silver eyes of his. Then he asked if we could talk, and we did. And fuck was there a lot of sexual tension." I bit back a smile thinking about him.

"You fucked him, right?" Racheal asked intrigued.

I grinned and looked at the both of them. "I left."

"You did what?" They said at the same time.

I stood up and ran a hand through my hair. "I know I know. But we have to be realistic here. I'm a famous lawyer married to a co- CEO. We love each other."

"I should slap you right now." Serene shook her head at me.

"Agreed. Look, from what I hear this Oliver guy is a real shithead. He doesn't deserve you at all." Serene hummed in agreement. "I'm not saying cheat on Oliver, but have you guys thought of an open marriage?"

I looked back and forth between them. "While that is a smart idea for most, I wouldn't like seeing Oliver fawning over another woman."

Serene rolled her eyes and Rachael threw her head back onto the couch in defeat. I gave them both a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry."

My phone started ringing and I dug it out of my suit jacket. "Fuck. It's Oliver." Both of their heads shot up to see me in panic.

"Calm down. He's your husband, you can talk to him normally." I nodded and took a deep breath before answering.

"Hi baby!" I said overly excited. They groaned at my stupidity.

I put him on speaker. "Um... hey baby. Did you get my message?"

"I'm with Serene right now so no."

"Serene. I assumed so. Well can you hurry back so I can take you shopping for your dress?" I looked at Serene and Rachael confused.

Realization dawned on Serene, and she mouth 'the yearly gala'. "Oh right! I'll be back as soon as possible." I hung the phone up and set on the table.

"Oliver seems... sweet."

Serene rolled her eyes. "He isn't. Wait until you've known him for as long as I have."

"He can be sweet." I defended him.

"No he cannot." Serene eyed me, silently reminding me of all the times I've called her crying about Oliver. I knew what she was thinking but neither of us spoke aloud about it. She grabbed her laptop. "What's Alessandro last name?"

I shrugged and moved in between them as she started typing. "Never asked." She smiled and went on to trying to find my side piece.

It only took two minutes before she said, "Is this him?" I looked at the picture she pulled up. I could recognize those tattoos, abs, arms, hands, legs anywhere. Just looking at him made me feel something.

"He's with someone?" Rachael asked, my attention moving to the brunette who had her arms wrapped around his waist with a bikini on.

"No, he's just a man-whore." Serene clicked on a link then scrolled.

"Alessandro Sinclair." Sinclair. His name sounded oddly familiar. I've heard it somewhere; I just can't put my finger on it.

"We're pretty close to being more powerful than the Sinclair."

I groaned in aggravation and leaned back onto the couch. "Oliver hates this man with every fiber in him."

Serene laughed at me as she shut her computer. "You're living the life, peach."

"I'm living fucking hell. I need to get my mind off them." I closed my eyes.

They were silent before I felt someone pulling on my arms. "You can help me find a dress for the gala. I have to look my best being a model." Rachael and I stood up and followed behind her as we went upstairs.

Her closet was massive, every shelve and hanger filled with designer clothes. "You make me seem more broke than I actually am." Rachael said in awe.

I laughed and went to grab one of her dresses along with Rachael. It was a black mermaid dress with ruffles at the top and a slit that went to her mid-thigh. "I wore that last year."

"Of course, you did." I rolled my eyes. "How about, you show us your options." She nodded and me and Rachael left the closet. We went over to her bed, and I slipped my suit jacket off. "So, how long have you known Serene?" I asked.

"For about a year. We're on and off fuck buddies." I nodded. A year on and off... Serene's got the hots for her, and I couldn't blame her. "How about you?"

"We've been best friends since eighth grade. So, sixteen years." She nodded. "Do you like her? Serene."