He's My Past, My Passion

Passing the lunch basket in my hand to the other, I opened the door to my husband's office.

There was the man I'd loved and married for four years in his office chair and his secretary giving him a blowjob.

I didn't know how to feel in the moment. Just stared like I'd been hit by lightning.

His secretary pretended not to see me and continued bobbing her head to his dick but my darling husband pushed her away, guilt swimming to the surface of his chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey b-babe." He visibly swallowed, I saw his Adam's apple move.

He quickly pulled up his pants and zipped.

I quietly approached his desk and dropped the lunch basket on it. "Your lunch."

I made to leave but he was quick to grab me. "It's not what you think."

"Let me go." My tone was low but the warning underneath was clear.

He still held on to me.

My eyes noted how his hands held my arms. The same arms he was digging into her hair few seconds ago.

Anger, betrayal and hurt raged within. Not caring about not losing my temper anymore, I sank my teeth into one of his arms.

He groaned in pain and released me.

"How dare you, Dylan?!" Anger and hurt let loose. "Your secretary! Of all the women to cheat on me with, it's your secretary!" I cast a brief look at the blonde, turquoise blue eyed lady with nose and ear piercings.

She didn't even seem to be regretful. She even snarled at me. I was a bit taken aback. What audacity!

"It... I'm sorry, babe." Dylan begged, remorse masking his expression.

"Stop begging her, Dylan. And just tell her the truth." This girl I knew went by the name Melisse spoke.

She passed me a smirk. I turned to face Dylan, more nerves knotting. "What does she mean by the truth?"

"Ah...it-it's really not important." Dylan looked uncomfortable alongside his regret.

"Tell me!" I enforced.

"Yes, tell her." Melisse urged.

Aggravated, I whirled on her. "Shut up! Just shut your husband-thieving mouth!"

Hearing her butt into my conversation with Dylan seemed to increase my anger.

"I'm proud to be one. He's stolen, successfully. That's what happen to bitches who can not fuck their husband right." She snapped.

The audacity had me stunned speechless. But it was not her fault, I would not blame her at all.

"Babe, it's okay."

"B-babe?" I repeated what I'd heard Dylan refer to the girl as. "Dylan, did you just call her 'babe' before me?"

He seemed not to have realized it until I made mention of it. His eyes lowered further in guilt.

I wanted so bad to hold my tears but I could not. Four years of marriage. It wasn't just that. The other sacrifices I'd made just to ensure this marriage worked and that his company thrived and got to be where it was currently.

He watched the tears roll down my cheeks and felt even more guilty.

Dylan was a good guy. But ever since this secretary started working for him, he changed.

He started keeping late nights and lying. I knew something was going on between the both of them but there was no evidence to back it up until now.

I loved him. After my first heartbreak, I had been so devastated and Dylan was there.

He was the friend that had turned lover. He helped me heal and I fell heavily for him.

"Why?" My voice trembled. "Why did you decide to ruin our marriage?! Our love?! Our home?!" My voice broke with each word.

He stared at me, feeling sad alongside his guilt.

"Because..." Melisse walked closer and caressed his arm, keeping her malicious gaze steady on me. "...he finds me more attractive."

I looked at Dylan. "You stand there and let her insult me?!"

"I-I'm sorry, Venice. I..."

"Don't be sorry, Dylan." Melisse snapped. "In fact, tell her the truth this minute or I'm walking out of here for good."

"What truth? Why does she keep talking about 'truth'? Are you hiding something from me, Dylan?" I questioned, wiping my tears and blinking back the ones that were on the verge of falling.

But Dylan remained silent, he could not even look at my face.

Melisse nudged him. "Will you or should I?"

"Melisse, please go. Let me sort this out with...my wife."

"Your wife?!" Melisse was aghast as though it would be the first time she would be knowing I was his wife. "Are you still...you know, now I can see you don't love me. I'm going."

I blinked at how fast she had switched personalities. Now she sounded like the betrayed lover. What the hell was going on here?

She made to leave but Dylan held her back. The covert smirk she gave me before collapsing into his embrace disconcerted me.

"What's going on here?" I was befuddled and even more hurt seeing how he held her comfortingly.

He heaved a heavy sigh. "There's something you should know, Venice."

I paid attention with knots around my nerves. I gulped apprehension.

"Melisse is my girlfriend." He confessed.

"Obviously, she is. I mean..."

"No, dumb bitch. I'm his girlfriend from years ago. The girl he is very much in love with before I...went away and he decided to marry you while he waited for me."

"Melisse." Dylan's tone held warning and tiredness.

I was too stunned to even speak. My heart hammered unhealthily within my chest. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to comprehend what she had said. "Is this the truth, Dylan? She's your girlfriend?"

"Yes." He blew a nervous breath but his expression changed before me, they went hard and stoic. "Melisse has always been my first and only love. She had to go away for sometime so I chose to marry you until she returned."

"So I was a substitute?" I heard myself asking.

"I'm sorry." He maintained his cold exterior.

"Did you ever love me?" At this point, I wasn't even sure I was breathing properly.

It took a while but he shook his head. "No, I never loved you."

I ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me. Tears blinded my vision, my fingers trembled as they dialed my best friend's number.

"Hey there. This is Alina speaking. If you're listening to this, it means I'm not available." Her voicemail responded.

Ignoring people's stares, I entered my car and drove, still dialing Alina's number to no avail.

"Alina, I need you right now. I need someone to talk to. Please call me when you get this." I sniffled.

'I never loved you'. His words echoed in my head.

'Thank you for taking such good care of my baby while I was away.' Melisse's mocking tone took over.

My wails filled the interior of my car but I was alone and no one could hear me. My hands still on the steering, I kept driving, not knowing where I was headed.

By the time I could bring myself to stop the car, it was in front of an exclusive bar. I didn't drink but maybe I needed some intoxicating amount of alcohol in my system right now.

I stepped out but had to show my ID card before I was allowed in. Alina said I looked younger than age plus my petite frame just made it a whole lot harder to get into places meant for grown ups.

"A glass of whatever alcohol you have, please." I climbed on the stool.

The bartender took one scrutinizing look at me. "Are you legal?"

I gritted my teeth, slapping my ID card on the counter. "How do you think I got in?"

"Sorry. I'm just avoiding problems with the law." His face went apologetic as he mixed some kind of drinks.

The way he moved and handled the mixing of drinks was professionally smooth. I watched him, almost forgetting my heartbreak.

I wasn't used to places like this. Dylan had barely allowed me leave the house for parties or fun moments except for when Alina would come around to tell him herself we were going out.

Then he dropped it before me. "You'll be fine."

His smile was reassuring and full of empathy. I tried to appreciate him with a smile of my own, it got teary. I threw my head back and swallowed the drink so he wouldn't see the fresh tears fall.

It didn't stop there. He kept entertaining me with drinks till I was all woozy.

My brain was now drowned in alcohol. The music playing grated my ears but it also disrupted my thinking which I think was a good thing to me.

"Another round, please." I passed my empty glass to the bartender.

"Don't give her anymore."

Drunk but perplexed at who had just spoken, I lazily turned my head to meet a pair of familiar green eyes that had once tickled every part of me, including my heart.

"Y-you!" I wobbled on the high chair as shock rocked my system.

He grabbed my arm, saving me from an embarrassing face plant on the counter. "Long time no see, little doll."

His voice. His tone. The deep, rich voice that could make turn the knees of any woman to jelly. That voice that used to have me breathing hard and getting wet.

No! I shook my alcohol-filled head, trying to shake off memories of him.

"Lemme." I slurred, struggling my arm with him.

He held on, his beautiful emerald orbs stared at me like he was just seeing me for the first time. "You don't drink. Tell me, what's wrong?"

It was as though everything came rushing into my head. What this man standing before me had done to me five years ago. And what Dylan had done to me barely an hour ago. They all came flooding into my mind.

"Get...away...from...me." I tried to away from him but he was too strong.

Tall, broad shouldered, ripple chested with a face that didn't look like it aged at all, Will Sanders, the richest business man in the country and every woman's fantasy, was the last person I'd thought to see in this bar.

Due to the struggling and many alcohol swimming in my low level alcohol-accepting system, my stomach churned. Nausea gripped threateningly strong. I was going to throw up and very soon.

"Bucket." I managed to say, already heaving.

My body left the stool and was comfortably cocooned in his arms as he carried me away from the bar while I battled the urge to vomit on him and the throbbing coming on bothy temples.

This was why I stayed away from alcohol. My system was to weak for the drink.

Within minutes, I felt cool air brush my drunk frame. He dropped me before a clean toilet bowl. My stomach heaved and emptied itself of my lunch.

Patiently, he held my hair and waited for me to finish. I felt a bit better, except for the headache.

He went for the button of my shirt. I stopped him but it was a weak attempt.

"Relax, little doll, you need to have a bath. There's nothing I haven't seen." The glint in his eyes was enough warning for me to run but I didn't have the strength to even move my legs.

I let him undress me and put me in the shower. Gently, he bathed me, scrubbed my body. His thumb brushed my nipple, I sucked in a breath.

"Do I still affect you as I used to, little doll?" His voice was low and seductively whispery.

"S-stop..." It didn't come out as firm as I wanted it.

He went on to my other nipple. An embarrassing moan escaped my mouth.

Will Sanders always had this effect on me. But after Dylan, I didn't think it was possible to react this way to a man that wasn't my husband's touch.

"I've thought about you for years, little doll." He whispered in ear, as his finger found its way between my legs and caressed. "I regret everything."

"Oh...Will...mmm." Propelled by alcohol and lust, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

"Oh yeah..." He groaned into my mouth.

Before long, his clothes were off too. He joined me in the bath tub. His mouth and hands left fire their wake.

"Oh Will, please..." I widened my legs and threw back my head, giving him unhinged access.

He switched our positions; he sat in the big tub and had me atop him. He had always liked me riding him.

"Atta girl, ride me like old times." He invited, his voice husky.

Desperate to quench the fire between my legs, I saddled him and lowered myself on his bulging length and rode him just like old times...

The ringing of my phone permeated through the sleepy part of my brain, nudging me, though reluctantly, awake.

I opened my eyes and bit back a groan as a result of the throbbing in my head. Where was I? I blinked to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

This wasn't my bedroom. I sat up, wincing a little at the abrupt movement of my body, trying to remember.

Then it all came back to me. Dylan. His ex, Melisse. This looked like a suite.

And a big bed and I was alone in it.

My phone was still ringing. I reached out for it just as the call ended.

I had many missed calls from Dylan and Alina. I'd call Alina later. For now, I just needed to know what was happening...or had happened.

He walked into the bedroom with just a towel clad around his waist.

My eyes reflexively followed the outline of his muscular, tall frame and ripped chest.

The indelible ink of tattoo that ran from his neck down to his upper arm added to his dangerous look.

I noticed there was a new one since the last time. It was a face but I didn't take note of it.

His hair, black and full, was damp.

"Like what you see?" Humor danced in his eyes.

I gulped and looked away. "What happened between us?"

"Do you need me to remind you?" A smirk made an entrance on his face.

I scowled. "Fuck you! Having sex with a drunk, married woman. Way to go, bad boy."

I got out of the bed and quickly wrapped the sheets around me, remembering I was naked. I searched for my clothes.

He stood before me, still in his towel. He raised my chin with his hand. "I'm a man, not a boy."

His green eyes stared pointedly at me, as though he was trying to fish out my soul using my eyes as a route.

"Whatever." I slapped his hand away and went on to get my clothes.

I quickly put them on, picked my phone, my car keys and made to leave.

"When will I see you again, little doll?" He pulled me back, his voice causing a tingling sensation on my skin.

I sucked in an annoyed breath. "Let go of me. I'm married!"

"I don't care. I want to see you again."

The way he uttered those words with authority grated my nerves. I whirled around, facing him. "I do not care to see you again! You do not just barge into my life after what you did five years ago! Whatever happened last night was a mistake. One you could have avoided but you chose to be a selfish bastard as you always have been and allowed it happen!"

"I didn't hear you protest." His cockiness irked me even further.

"I was drunk, you jerk!" I curled my fists, seething in his face.

"I want to see you again." He repeated, ignoring my previous statement.

A low angry growl escaped my throat. "Stay the hell away from me!"

I spun on my heel and got out of there as fast as could. I blanked my mind, not wanting to think of what I'd done.

"I'll have you, little doll. Whatever it takes, I won't lose you again." His voice followed me out the door.

I didn't have anyone to blame but Dylan. This was all his fault. But then again, he had not asked me to come drink away my sorrows and pain in a bar where I'd unexpectedly met Will Sanders, my ex from a long time ago.

I swiped angrily at the tears that had escaped from my eyes and down my cheeks.

My phone rang. It was Dylan.

I swiped the red button.

It came again, I was about to swipe the red button when I saw it was Alina. I made sure I was safely buckled in my car before picking up.

"Hey best girl, I got your distress call. What's wrong? Do you need me to come?" Her soft, caring voice was like a soothing balm to the pain and chaos within.

I sniffled. I wanted to tell her but changed my mind. I needed to go home first and think things through. "I'll get back to you, Lina."

"You're crying? Something must be wrong. I'm on my way. Are you home?" I heard shuffling in the background.

That was Alina for you. The best friend anyone could ever think of.

My vision blurred when I saw the gate of the home I shared with Dylan come into view. Without meaning to, I cut the call and threw the phone on the passenger seat.

Within minutes, I was walking into the house.

But stopped shortly when I spotted Melisse sitting as though she owned the house.

She saw me and smirked. "Hi."

"What are you doing in my home?" I was ready to attack her the same way emotions attacked me when I'd spotted her in that couch wearing Dylan's shirt and I'd bet nothing was underneath.

"It used to be, but now it's mine." She shrugged.

I approached her menacingly, she quickly got up and ran to hide behind another couch.

I went after her. "I'll fucking end you, you home-wrecking bitch!"

"Babe!" She cried, running away from me. "Dylan! She's going to kill me."

Someone held me from behind. "Stop it, Venice!"

"Let go of me, you cheat!" I struggled from his firm hold.

"I can no longer cheat on you if we're divorced." He uttered still refusing to let me go despite my struggles.

His words sank in, nerves knotted. I froze. When he saw I was no longer being violent, he released me. I faced him, blinking back tears. "What did you just say?"

He walked to a nearby table and brought a file of documents to me. "Let's divorce, Venice."

I wanted to cry but I could not...no, I would not. Four years of abandoning everything, including my dream and education, to help him grow his business from the scratch.

His words from yesterday resounded in my head. He had never loved me.

I took a deep breath and stilled my spine. "So I was nothing but a substitute? You married me while you waited for her?" I pointed at the Melisse who had come to stand beside Dylan.

I gave her a scorching once-over. She had obviously spent the night here with him.

I swept my gaze back to Dylan who was still extending the documents to me.

"I'm sorry Venice, let's divorce." His eyes were sincerely apologetic. "I want to be with the woman I've always loved."

The fact that his tone was pleading for understanding hurt me all the more but I refused to shed a tear. "You'll regret this, Dylan Davis Creighton."

I accepted the documents and the pen he provided, and within seconds, my marriage had ended.