A Romantic Dinner

Seraphina’s P.O.V

A golden hue bathed the dimly lit room as the shadow of the flickering candlelight was cast on the wall while I dropped the freshly plucked roses into the vase.

“Roasted vegetables, grilled Turkey, and the lobster risotto that you made. I can’t wait to dig into it. Thank you so much for helping me to set up my dinner date with Mason” A small smile played on my lips as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror across the other room.

I was dressed in a lacy red lingerie that barely skimmed above my thighs, with a sheer peignoir draped over it. My black obsidian hair cascading down my back in soft waves.

I was sexy enough—Enough to rekindle the dying love between Mason and me since he was ready to give us another chance.

Lucia, my identical twin sister chuckled over the phone. “You need to learn the art of seduction, Seraphina. Do you need help with anything, if you do, should I come downstairs?”

A smile spread across my face, glancing at the wall clock that ticked slowly. “No, you had your chemotherapy session today and you deserve all the rest in the world. I will fill you in on how things go tomorrow morning, goodnight sis…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Lucia cut in. “Happy Wedding Anniversary once again. Promise me that you will throw a party for the next one”

At that moment, silence enveloped us and this feeling of pain exploded in my chest as tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill over my cheeks. “I promise, goodnight” My words hung heavy in the air as the call disconnected.

And then, total suffocating silence followed after.

My twin sister Lucia moved into Mason and I’s home ever since she was diagnosed with brain cancer and was told by the doctor that she had two years to live.

So hearing her talking about me throwing a party for my next wedding anniversary despite knowing that she wouldn’t be there shattered my heart into pieces. Because of her severe health issues and certain relapses, I was forced to adopt her son, Jason as mine.

Mason, whose marriage and I have been rocky for the past year, objected to it at first but after trying to convince him about it, he finally agreed.

Anyway, I was glad for the gift of Lucia. If it weren’t for her my marriage with Mason would have ended because after the death of Mason’s grandmother, he suddenly went cold on me and the man who always treated me right, treated me like filth.

However, thanks to Lucia who talked to him on my behalf, things were back to normal for a week. We made love, he sent gifts and this was all because of Lucia’s intervention.

I was soon jolted out of my thoughts when the door that led to the private dining room opened. I made a tiny sniffle, wiping off my tears while tossing my phone on the couch.

Swinging my head in that direction, I beamed with a smile and my dearest husband, Mason sauntered towards me with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You are late” I strutted towards him with a deliberate sway in my hips.

“I was caught up in traffic. You know how New York City is” He loosened his tie, his eyes flickering over the dining table filled with different cuisines.

“You made all of this” His eyes brightened.

“Lucia helped with some”

“Oh…” He chuckled slightly, wrapping his hands over my waist as he pulled me closer to him while my hands rested gently on his chest. He leaned forward and slowly slammed his lips on mine, rasping. “Happy fourth anniversary to us love” His hands traveled down, cupping my ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I threw my head back, a moan escaping my mouth. “You should eat first…” I tried pushing him away but he tightened his grip around my waist, nuzzling his chin around the side of my neck.

“The only food that I want to eat tonight is you” He slammed his lips on mine, his tongue parting the tender folds of my mouth while my fingers slipped through his curly black hair.

Mason’s finger trailed down to my thigh and then to my aching core, "You're not wearing any underwear” A mischievous smile graced tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yes…” I moaned, a low chuckle leaving his mouth while I bit down on my lower lip.

Mason slowly lifted me, my legs curled around his waist as our tongue twirled in our mouths and every touch of his made it seem like my whole body was lit on fire.

Mason created space on the dining table, slowly dropping me there as he parted my legs and went down on me in a way that made me scream and wriggle at everything his tongue did down there.

When I almost reached orgasm, he plunged deep into me, pounding so hard that the sound of skins slapping against the other filled the whole room. With every moment that he pounded inside of me, he held my gaze, fondling my tits before he leaned forward and covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moan.

Then he flipped me over, wrapped my hair around his fingers, and slammed deep inside of me, a moan escaping my mouth. My body was on fire. A fire that I would get burned in over and over again.

Then he groaned, increasing his pace while I watched as his body shook before my eyes closed briefly. In the blink of an eye, he spilled his seeds inside of me, panting relentlessly and on the other hand, I wasn’t even at my peak yet.

My brows furrowed in confusion when he slipped out of me, drew up his pants, and threw a glance at me like he was disgusted— Maybe I was being paranoid.

Those days of being disgusted with me were now over.

“I am not done…” My voice was barely above a whisper, concern etched on my features.

Manson didn’t spare me a single glance as he grabbed his suit. “I developed a headache and I feel sweaty. I will go take a shower, do you want to shower with me?”

Love exploded in my chest and relief flooded through me. I knew it, he wasn’t disgusted by me.

I followed after my husband, squealing with excitement as we showered, and came back downstairs to eat while he assured me that I would be receiving my anniversary gift as a surprise before dawn. We both slept, curled in each other's arms.

This had to be the best night ever.

I tossed and turned on the bed, my eyes fluttering open as I turned by my side only to find out that Mason had left the bed. Turning on the lampstand, I fixed my gaze on the wall clock only to find out that it was just 2 am and Mason’s phone that was ringing incessantly woke me up.

“Darling, your phone” I groaned, my eyes still drowsy.

There was no response from Mason while I sucked between my teeth frustratedly, reaching for the phone as I wondered who could be calling him by this time. Even though I had the urge to answer the phone call, Mason and I had this rule that he shoved down my throat on how I wasn’t allowed to check his phone and how he wouldn’t check mine.

We were just getting back together and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it by answering his phone call. Even though Mason appeared sweet sometimes, he had a horrible temper that made me walk on eggshells around him.

I checked the balcony, and the bathroom, and my husband was nowhere to be found.

“Mason?” I called. “Could he be smoking by this time?”

I was about to go downstairs when I heard some voices emanating from Lucia’s room. Lucia! I was sure that she was watching movies by this time of the night even after the doctor always told her to get rest.

I heaved an exasperated sigh and was about to push open the door that was slightly opened when I heard a voice that made me stop in my tracks.

“When I fucked that wench, the only that I saw was you, Lucia, and tomorrow morning, everything will be back to normal”

All of a sudden, I froze.

My heart turned cold in my chest. My heart hammering against my ribcage so bad I could hear it pounding in my ears. Why did that sound like Mason’s voice? Was it the movie she was watching?

“When are you giving her the divorce papers? If you keep stalling time, then when will we be together”

“Soon love, you and our son and we will finally live like one happy family”

I froze, my heart thumping hard against my chest as a strangled sob erupted from my throat while I bent slightly, peeking through the opening in Lucia’s room, and at that moment, my heart almost leaped into my throat.

Lucia snuggled into Mason’s arms as he kissed her on the forehead while stroking her hair gently.

Lucia pouted. “I can’t wait to finally take my place with you. Do you even know that Seraphina is so dumb? She doesn’t know that the boy she adopted is our son. I can’t wait for that barren woman to leave this house”

“Me too. She is so useless” Mason laughed.

At that moment, everything stopped, the world fading into the background and things began to click even though it didn’t make any sense.

Jason, my nephew whom I adopted as my son, was my husband’s biological son, and my twin sister, Lucia, has been having an affair with my husband behind my back.