Broken Obsession - Part Two (11 page)

“You are,” she voiced softly, sipping her own glass
of wine. “You can have me now…she won’t know.”

Stacey brought ‘she’ into the picture and three was
definitely a crowd. Unbeknown to the blond, the brunette just came
back to him in full force. “I will know,” he said, walking away
from one window to go and take a lookout another for no good
reason.

Eduardo pulled back the curtains that hid the
gorgeous nighttime view and then quickly turned around to find
Stacey disrobed. Now…why did she have to go and do something as
motivating as that?

“What does a girl have to do…” she asked, fingering
her bare cleavage seductively, “to get you to go to bed with
her?”

Eduardo lowered his glass and then gently placed it
on a nearby coffee table. She was marvelous…he hadn’t seen another
woman naked in a really long time. She was also in perfect shape
for her age, her breasts were still plump and her nipples rose to
the occasion, they were a little on the medium side—compared to his
wife’s—but they were nice to look at, and maybe, as his mouth grew
watery, nice to tongue as well. Her stomach was tone and flat and
she was wearing lace panties with garter belts and silk stockings,
a sure-fire cock-snare and felt his manhood swell with the bait. He
closed his eyes. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. How many
nights had he come home sexually frustrated because Stacey had
denied him of intercourse from his failed attempts back in high
school? Too many to count…she had repelled him so many times in the
past and now here she was, practically lying down with her legs
wide open? He shook his head, “I’m flattered Stace…but I’m happily
married.”

Stacey watched in awe as her one-chance retreated
toward the door. She redressed herself and had no rebuttal. She
didn’t have to; she knew exactly what was on his mind. He truly
loved his wife, she realized. Oh how she wished that
she
were his wife!

Stacey would never have him though, not while Amber
Sanchez was alive.

Eduardo stepped off the plane and grabbed his
suitcases and headed toward the limousine area. Seeing his limo
parked alongside the others, the driver waved him down. Eduardo
nodded the confirmation and headed toward his transportation. He
maintained an incredible guilty conscience for having nearly slept
with Stacey and vowed to never come that close again. If Philip
wanted both of them together, then
he’d
better damn come
along. Eduardo would never be that tempted to have an affair ever
again.

The driver took his bags and put them in the trunk.
Eduardo waited on the curb for just a moment while the attendant
opened up the door for him to expose long sexy tan legs waiting for
him on the inside.

Eduardo hesitated—his heart dropped—leaned in and
then followed the woman’s legs up to her face and then grinned from
ear to ear.

Oh how she always seemed to take his breath away!
Dressed in a long fur coat, high heels and nothing underneath,
Amber widened the cover to unwrap her breasts to his excitable
mouth.

“I missed you,” she said running her hands through
his hair while he continued to brush his lips across her skin.

“I missed you too,” he said, feeling shamefaced.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said grabbing her body near. He
buried his head in the crux of her neck and kissed her tenderly.
“Help me unbuckle my pants.”

“You are so bad Mr. Sanchez,” Amber teased; doing as
she was told.

“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” he said, laying
down on the car seat and drawing her body over his torso. Eduardo
grabbed her waist and ran his hands gently up her smooth stomach
toward her ample breasts and hardened nipples. “You’re the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Seen? What the hell does that mean,
Amber
thought, as she began to move her hips on his erection. A part of
her—that that deep down insecure part of her—felt it was a slipup
on his part.
Seen?
Who had he
seen
lately? And a
little-red flag rose up inside Amber’s head; it was pandemonium for
her woman’s intuition. What other woman had he been with since
her?

Stacey Somers,
she realized, feeling herself
climax immediately. She got off his waist abruptly, pulled the coat
back over her nakedness and then shut her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, expecting to get a
passionate kiss from her like she usually did after they made
love.

“Nothing, I just had a cramp in my leg, that’s all.”
She easily gave to him lying through her teeth.

Later at home and within the next couple of days,
Amber knew Eduardo had been lying a lot. Her husband became a
different man all of a sudden and suddenly didn’t act the same way
toward her. One night, Amber did ask him point blank if he were
having an affair, and he told her no, but she still didn’t believe
him. A little piece of her began to die as she became to realize
that Eduardo Sanchez could never really be completely hers. He was
still just a man…a man with a roving eye, and maybe it was karma to
have the tables suddenly being turned on her. Somewhere in her
heart she had that deep down fear of being cheated on like Victor
and Leticia. It would definitely be karma, a complete circle, her
unlucky fortune cookie or that dreaded repercussion. That unknown
of your spouse secretly deceiving you, the evitable happening and
Amber continued to use those excuses to drink because she knew…deep
down, she knew her husband was lying to her.

And Eduardo was constantly on guard. Buried down, he
never wanted to hurt her and knew that Amber would never accept his
honesty even if all that happened was Stacey coming onto him but
his wife continued with the pushing and the probing while he
remained mysterious and avoided Amber now in anticipation of some
emotional war.

They were a couple caught in a game; a game of truth
or dare.

Amber sat on the couch alone and poured herself
another drink. Eduardo had not come home yet. Recently, that was
all he ever did—come home late. She knew that routine, there were
nights when she wouldn’t get home until ten o’clock in the evening.
Overextended lunches, missed calls, lie after lie until she
couldn’t distinguish what was the truth and what wasn’t. All her
life she was never that untrustworthy, all her life she was always
told to tell the truth and when she was secretly seeing Eduardo
behind her husband’s back, she got so good at being untruthful, she
would test Victor to see if he could actually catch her in a lie,
but he never did. How could Victor have been so oblivious? Why did
he trust her so much? What was his wife doing out so late? Did
‘
working overtime’
really mean working until ten o’clock at
night? How stupid do you have to be? Or do you really have to be
that trustworthy, or deaf, dumb and blind? In Victor’s mind, Amber
was faithful to him, in body and soul and she never understood that
sort of trust, until now.

Amber had to give her husband the benefit of the
doubt; she had to believe his words, his mysterious actions and
most recently, his tardiness. The bottom line, she had to trust
him. Trust him enough that he would never do that to
her
.

Amber was in love…Amber was in hell because of it and
it had been three long months; Amber counted, bringing another sip
to her lips, three whole months since they stopped having sex,
three full months since they stopped greeting one another at the
door, three long months since they’ve showed each other affection,
three long drooling months since Eduardo started acting peculiar.
Three extra long months since (according to Jackie) Stacey Somers
started working at Aldridge & Watson.

Amber heard the door finally open and Eduardo lay his
keys down on the foyer china cabinet. She heard him walk over to
the side of the couch, but he still said nothing. Amber doesn’t
even turn around to greet him, she knew what he was looking at—or
rather judging—and let out a disgusting sigh and headed up the
staircase. Amber downed the last of the Vodka and ran up the stairs
to confront him.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” She yelled off the top
of her lungs.

Eduardo just stared at her; he doesn’t even know who
she is anymore! Amber’s hair was all greasy; she hadn’t bothered to
take a shower and she

looked like
that
for a couple of days now,
wearing the same damn clothes he’d seen her in since Monday and it
was now Wednesday—her face was even pale and emaciated—she looked
more like a zombie than some natural beauty. This was
not
the woman that he adored; this was just some visitor he wished
would go away. “Admit what?”

“That you’re fucking her!” Amber exclaimed, losing
her balance from the room tipping over and beginning to spin.

“You’re delirious Amber,” he relayed, stepping away
from her approach, “And I’m not going to have this conversation
with you when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk—oh you’ll know when I’m drunk!”

Eduardo began to get undressed and Amber stood back
and enjoyed the show. Eduardo began to take off his tie, then his
shoes, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His dress
shirt hung low and covered his boxers and when he began to unbutton
the remaining buttons to his shirt, he stood idle before her with
his shirt wide open. Exposing his incredible tight muscled chest,
Amber nearly expired, he hadn’t touched his wife in nearly three
months and he was sure she wondered why. Before, all they had to do
was just look at each other and they’d be tearing each other’s
clothes off. Now he couldn’t look her directly in the face?

“You’re fucking her, and I want you to stop lying to
me,” Amber quietly mouthed, sitting down in the bathroom, directly
across from her husband’s enticing body.

“I’m not going into this with you.”

Amber’s heart dropped. Good Lord so it was true? “How
long have you been fucking her? Oh wait,” she laughed sickly, “Let
me guess, three months.”

Eduardo stared at her agape, “No, that’s just how
long my wife has been drinking.”

Amber’s mouth closed, “Liar. You’re fucking your new
attorney and now you’re lying to me!”

Eduardo drew down his boxer shorts at last and
released himself of his shirt. He stood naked in front of her for a
few short seconds and then grabbed a nearby towel to wrap it around
his torso.

Amber started to weep; Eduardo looked at her and his
penis remained flaccid. This was not the man she married. This was
not the man who practically ate her when they were intimate.

Unemotional, Eduardo gazed down at her as he strode
across from her into the bathing area. He went to turn on the water
to the shower, turned around and then watched her in contempt as
she continued to shed tears on the floor…Where the hell was his
wife? He didn’t even feel sorry for her. “I’m not the one who’s
broken the connection Amber, you are. You’re denying me of the
woman I used to love. I don’t know who you are anymore. I haven’t
cheated on you, nor would I ever. But honest to God, if you don’t
stop with the excessiveness, you’re going to force an outcome you
won’t be proud of.”

Amber looked up and across at him releasing himself
of his towel and stepping into the shower. She could stop, she
could, but he would have to make the first move, he had to stop
lying first. He was being deceitful and he was holding something
back, she knew this, and she could feel it in her bones.

She opened up the shower door and yelled, “You’re
lying to me! Don’t you think I can sense it when you’re lying? I
can feel it Eduardo. Something’s changed, we don’t make love
anymore, you come home late—and you’ve been looking at me with
disgust in your eyes. You told me once that you would always love
me no matter what. Well, this is no matter what Eduardo, and I can
feel that you’re distracted by someone else!”

Amber really didn’t mean to do it, but when she went
to shut the sliding glass door, she slammed it so hard, she
shattered it.

“Look what you did you drunken
idiot!
You
could have killed me!” Eduardo exclaimed, grabbing a towel and
stepping over the destroyed enclosure.

Amber was in shock. He called her an ‘idiot’ and more
tears began to fall down her face immediately. Name-calling
definitely confirmed a lack of devotion. “Would you be honest with
me please?”

“Honest about what? I’ve got to take a shower in one
of the guest bedrooms now.”

Amber ran toward him and yanked at his arm. “No, not
until you tell me the Goddamn truth!”

“About what—I’m so fuckin mad right now Amber, I
don’t even want to look at you!”

Amber doesn’t let go of his arm and dug her nails
into his skin, “You’re attracted to her, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t want to hurt her. He doesn’t want to lie
either. “Yes,” he finally let go exasperated.

That was all it took. Amber fell to the floor and
buried her hands between her legs and let out a terrible wail.
Eduardo stood there a few more seconds, watched her in torment as
she made a spectacle of herself, and went to go and take a shower
in one of the spare rooms.