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LYANNA
His scent is everywhere. It brings peace.
His warmth is everything. It brings safety.
His caresses are soothing. It makes me feel loved and wanted.
His lips are like matches. They ignite fire in every cell in my body, and leaves me wanting more.
The sweet words he whispers, a small breeze that calms the raging fire within me.
This longing I've felt since our first meeting is finally subsidizing. I want time to stop at this very moment.
But at the same time I want it to end. I am afraid.
I've never felt anything like this before. All these feelings and emotions are new. My body's reaction to his mere presence can't be normal.
I'm a woman of 26 and he's a man of 31 with a lovely wife, a daughter and a child on the way.
‘No! I must stop this.’
It's hard but I manage to pull away. I step as far away from him as possible. My heart is racing and I try to control my breathing. After a few seconds which feels like a lifetime, my breathing starts to even out. I finally get the courage to look at him again. He has his eyes closed and it seems as he too is trying to get his breathing under control and after a moment he opens his eyes and he looks straight at me. His pupils are full blown. The desire is so evident that it takes my breath away. How did I manage to push myself away from him? We stare at each other for a while until he finally clears his throat and says the words that I didn't want to hear but had to be said.
"I'm sorry. That should've never happened. Whatever that was, it means nothing. I have a family and you are just my employee."
My heart hurts and I blink rapidly trying to prevent the tears that are beginning to form. But I understand. I know what happened was wrong, so I nod hoping he understands that yes I agree with what he said.
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Inside the elevator I slump myself against the wall. My hands are shaking but I don't know if it's because of the fear of being discovered or of all the emotions that I'm feeling.
My mind is quick to supply, 'Fear, fear of being discovered like some criminal? You should be discovered. What you did was wrong. You almost laid with a married man. You took another woman’s man in your arms! How would you feel if your husband was out and in the arms of another woman.’
Hurt that's what I'll feel. Like the pillars on my foundation are crumbling. Betrayed for giving my heart to him and being played a fool.
Disgust creeps into me.
‘Whore, slut, homewrecker,’ the words jump out.
'What will you do?’
‘What will I do?