Broken Obsession - Part Two (20 page)

Amber calmed down, the passion subsiding when she
collected herself and enjoyed the soft moments of Tony’s pleasure.
They started to kiss again, his tongue inside her mouth, her
passion returning in full force as Tony plunged inside her,
thrusting again and again. Amber watched him as he brought his
orgasm higher and this was where it hit her. Watching
him...watching Tony’s eyes light up...there was something
different...their color...their tone…it was brown...not green...not
green, but brown, not
green
…oh those eyes...his eyes! Who
was this man sweating on top of her? This was not the man she used
to love. She felt him reach his pinnacle, but she loses hers. She
was thinking too much, concentrating too hard and remembered what
used to be.

Tony lay still and motionless on top of her and felt
her body relax and sedated. “I love you,” he tells her, kissing her
lips repeatedly.

Amber stared up at him then quickly replied, “I love
you too, Tony,” she let go, kissing him in return. “And I want to
marry you, tomorrow…whadda say?”

Tony rolled away from her and cropped his head up
with his elbow, “Tomorrow? Can’t—gotta go to Denver in the
afternoon, how about the following Monday?”

“We could fly to Vegas?”

“Yeah, look at the flights while I’m gone and book
one to Vegas,” he said, grabbing her chin and fingering her soft
skin.

“So Monday, we get married, for sure?”

Tony picked up on her hesitation. “I would marry you
tonight if I could, but let’s be reasonable honey. What’s the
hurry, anyhow?” And then it hit him and he pulled his hand away
from her face. “Was it Eduardo? Seeing him tonight? Is that why
you’re so heated up?”

Amber swallowed hard; she wasn’t so confident at this
point. Seeing her ex tonight was definitely tricky. She had been so
sure of Tony lately and her emotions towards him and without
warning, one meeting with her ex and she was doubtful? “I love you
Tony, plain and simple,” she let go convincingly enough; “I want to
marry you.”

Tony accepted her sweetness for what it was, “I want
to marry you too, don’t ever think that I don’t. But honey, tonight
was an eye-opener. Do you still have feelings for Eduardo?”

Amber sighed then lay back on the bed. Bringing her
hand up to her forehead she confessed, “Honestly?”

“Please.”

“It hurt to see him.”

Tony believed her and then grabbed at her other hand
and held it. “Why?”

“He brought back my son and all those painful
memories of what used to be,” she suddenly whimpered, feeling tears
gushing down her cheeks.

Tony brought his body in closer to hers and wrapped a
consoling arm around her upper body. “I’m here honey, I know, it
took me a long time too, but with time and a whole lotta sex from
me, you’ll find yourself healed.”

Amber started to laugh through her tears, “Anthony
Rivera the cure-all.”

“That’s right,” he stated, laying his head on her
breasts. “I love you honey, it will heal, I promise.”

Amber shut her eyes and with reopening them, relieved
those few short seconds when she first saw Eduardo again, how she
felt and how thrilling it was to see him once more and for the very
last time.

She hoped to God she would never have to see him
again.

Trying to seize a deal on another project he had been
working on, Tony whisked Amber away the moment he landed from
Denver and back to New York. Vegas would have to wait for the time
being, what was the big rush anyhow? When you truly loved each
other, a piece of paper and a ring on your finger did not always
equal commitment. As long as they were still together, in love and
blissful there was always tomorrow.

The guest list for the venture was exclusive, upscale
and nothing but rich benefactors. Investors as far away as Asia
attended the black-tie affair.

The party was being hosted by one of Tony’s oldest
friends, Hubert Goldberg, one of the richest men in the world and
he offered his generous Manhattan Penthouse suite for the event and
Tony was nothing but grateful. He was assured that he would get the
money he needed to fund the project in California; it was almost a
done deal.

“Oh my God,” Stacey said offensively.

“What?” Eduardo turned around.

Shit, Pocahontas was there,
Stacey recognized.
She looked different though. “She’s here,” she plainly said,
pulling Eduardo away and around a corner.

“Who’s here?” Eduardo wondered, looking around
aimlessly.

“Your ex-wife,” Stacey suddenly pronounced, watching
Eduardo’s facial expression turn cross.

Eduardo had been a major investor in several
California ventures along the coast, so when he heard about another
key commercial import/export building being excavated in Long Beach
to help pave the way for a new structure and profitable business,
Eduardo had no other choice but to attend the benefit along with
the other financiers.

“Really?” Eduardo asked curious looking around him
now.

“Why? You want to go back to her or something?”

Eduardo stared at Stacey jealous, she looked
wonderful disturbed. “She was beneath me, remember?”

Stacey doesn’t want to aggravate him, at least not
until they were home alone. Eduardo mad was Eduardo sinfully
carnal. Two weeks ago when they last ran into his ex-wife, Eduardo
made love to her for several hours with no end in sight. Stacey was
in sexual heaven.

“Are you going to go talk to her?”

“No; what time do you want to leave?”

“We just got here.”

“An hour?”

“An hour—OK, just let me go and introduce myself to
Judge Walker, he’s sitting on a case I have in a couple of months
back in L.A.”

Stacey walked away from Eduardo and he was then left
with a dilemma. Should he go back to the hotel? Should he go and
talk to Amber? Should he just stay away? They have two different
lives now and following two different plans. But why did they keep
running into one another?

Amber was laughing with one of Tony’s partners when
in the corner of her eye she spotted him first. Doing a double
take, her heart dropped at the sight of him standing there
unaccompanied. Wearing an exquisite black Valentino tuxedo
fashionably up to date, Eduardo looked incredibly gorgeous and
stunned her senses. His posture reminded her of a commercial she
saw just the other day where the male model was advertising a suit
for a fine apparel company—posed and absolutely perfect.

Eduardo cautiously gazed around him while sipping his
drink and caught Amber’s stare. His body relaxed and his shoulders
slumped at the mere sight of her.

No one else could have been in that room, their eyes
lock and hold. Standing several feet away from one another,
passersby dissolve on all sides.

Amber looked amazing. Her hair was done up in a
French twist, with several different curls falling about her
features. Diamond earrings dangled on opposite sides of her made-up
face. She wore a long pink satin dress with matching shoes, her
guise so remarkable, she looked as if she just stepped out of a
bridal magazine.

Amber pretended not to see him and hurried out of an
open French door that led out to the expansive balcony area.
Eduardo followed her lead and dashed out simultaneously, both of
them trying to steer clear of one another but neither one of them
accomplishing the feat.

On top of the Manhattan penthouse suite where the
party was being held the view outside was breath-taking. A
spectacular panorama of Central Park, the penthouse was every bit
amazing and what you’d picture as the ultimate in sophistication. A
sister building to the St. Urban, the French design was a
masterpiece with a high mansard roof, a domed corner tower and
billowing curves. Built in 1906, the Goldberg's owned the Penthouse
Suite on top of the St. Sebastian.

Amber didn’t have to turn around; she knew he was
there and she closed her eyes to step toward the edge and felt a
little dizzy by the lethal combination of her ex’s cologne and the
devastating view from afar.

She stared straight ahead of her, “We have to stop
bumping into each other like this.”

Eduardo stood directly behind her. Amber’s dress
declined at the base of her waist and a tiny white diamond at the
end of her necklace plummeted down the center of her back. He felt
an impulse to touch it and caress the area that was exposed toward
the front to her bosoms. Good God, the feeling was torture and he
to shove his hands down his pant pockets from the temptation to do
so. He came into Amber’s peripheral view. “Trust me; I’m not doing
this on purpose.”

Amber heard the frivolity in his voice and smiled.
Still looking straight out in front of her, she said, “Never
thought I’d be seeing you in New York.”

“Didn’t know we had mutual business associates.”

“They’re not mine, they’re Tony’s, I’m just a
decoration,” she expressed, gazing down at all the amazing
greenery, twinkling lights and skyscrapers beyond.

Eduardo swallowed his fun and continued to stare
straight ahead at him, “So you’re still with him?”

“…
Are you still with her?”

Their bodies gravitate toward one another as they
turn to look at each other fully now.

“Yes,” he said, being brought in by her hypnotic
gaze.

“I’m trying to move forward,” Amber managed to relent
feeling the magnitude of his gape.

“Me too,” he said, looking away and across at the
other buildings.

Love was a crazy game. Eduardo wanted to apprehend
her, his sexual attraction to Amber besieged him. Amber desired to
grab him to her breasts, feel his divine mouth on her skin. But
they remained steady—all the while keeping their conservative
distances.

“We’re leaving in a couple of hours,” Amber managed
to assert cool, calm and collected.

“Don’t bother; we’re leaving in,” he looked down at
his watch, “Fifty minutes.”

Amber snorted, “A countdown, huh? Stacey couldn’t
wait to get the hell outta here?”

“No, that was my suggestion.”

Amber could feel the tears swell up in her eyes. She
turned away from his hardened gaze. “Well this is just ridiculous,”
she heard herself giggle; “If we’re going to keep bumping into each
other then we’d better become friends.”

“I’m marrying Stacey in two weeks.”

And he just nonchalantly spat that out? Amber almost
burst into tears. Married? Her body twisted to gawk into his eyes,
“Wow, you wasted no time. She’s not pregnant now is she?”

Eduardo laughed sickly at her comment, “Yah-no, no
she isn’t.”

That meant he wanted to marry her! Good Lord, she
needed a drink! “I guess we have that in common then,” she
confessed, waiving her diamond rock in front of his face, “I’m
getting married as well, soon—maybe even tomorrow.”

Eduardo was about to go mad. His heart swelled to a
point where he was about to fall to his knees. He felt as if he
were going to have a heart attack. “I thought as much,” he
relented, nodding his head toward the ground.

“Well, if you’re sure we can’t be friends, then you’d
better run along then,” she teased, flipping her fingers over his
head, waving him away. “See ya around,” Amber revealed, revolving
toward the perimeter again.

“Yah...see ya,” Eduardo uttered, leaving her alone on
the balcony.

Amber gazed over at her glass of Perrier water. Good
Lord, she could really use something stronger! The temptation was
so great but she was going on two years sober and had been so
happy, thrilled at times, but now all of a sudden, she was lost and
miserable, drowning from the short sight of her charismatic
ex-husband.

Should she jump off the balcony? She sure did feel
like it. Would anyone care? She thought about it for a moment and
held back her inducement while feeling her shoulder being touched.
Amber turned around and smiled at a beaming Tony. He grabbed her
into his arms and picked up her body to twirl her around.

They walk arm-and-arm back into the party. “I’m going
to go talk with a potential investor, meet you in ten minutes by
the buffet?”

Amber gave Tony a small peck on his lips, “I’ll be
there.” She then watched her fiancée walk over to his colleague and
felt something wasn’t quite right. Amber didn’t have to look around
to know full well that her ex was somewhere in close proximity. She
walked away...gingerly, strolling about, smiling at other guests
passing her by when she found a familiar face, Tony’s friend,
Kristen Goldberg, the hostess for the event.

Kristen Goldberg, Hubert’s second wife, was a
flamboyant Southern Belle with violet eyes and golden hair.
Harvested from Georgia, Kristen met Hubert at a prestigious horse
race. Coming from old money, Kristen didn’t have to marry at all,
but fell in love with Hubert’s sense of honor and undying respect
for women in general.

“Save me,” Amber asked Kristen, watching her friend’s
eyes light up in wonder.