Chapter 2 - The one-night stand.

Lyra

“Is that guy bothering you?” A very sexy manly man appears in front of me with an incredibly sexy voice and a dreamy smile. Damn! My hormones are going to get me into trouble! I take in his look. His very tight black t-shirt that leaves very little to the imagination and his washed-out jeans.

“No. I can handle him.” I flash him my sexiest smile and instantly regret it. Having to remind myself that I’m married. But am I? Really? I mean, Eli has been schtupping my fake best friend from before we were married!

“May I join you? He isn’t your husband or boyfriend or anything, is he?” The Greek god sits down and doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just oozes sex appeal, and it is almost as if it is something I’ve been needing, and I never even realized.

“So? What is a beautiful girl like you doing in a dump like this?” He smiles before taking a sip of his beer while I study him for a moment.

“Does that line ever work?” I burst out laughing and see a smile I haven’t seen from a guy in many years. He leans forward, and I note how the t-shirt can’t hide the movement of his muscles underneath.

“I don’t know. Do you want to get out of here and find out?” Something in his voice electrifies every nerve in my body. I’m not nearly drunk enough to take on the conversation of doing what he is suggesting. My hand flies into the air and moments later, the waitress appears, and I order a bottle of tequila.

“Don’t tell me you have to be drunk to sleep with me.” He teases and I laugh because, honestly, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I don’t know if I am even going to sleep with him. What am I going to do about Eli’s guards?

That is when something inside me snaps. Why am I still worried about Eli’s guards? Why the hell, after what I just witnessed, am I worried about Eli’s feelings at all?! As soon as the tequila arrives, I pay the waitress and get up.

“Are you coming?” I smile at the Greek god. He sits back for a moment and studies me before getting up. I note the shock in the eyes of my guards as I take the stranger’s hand, and we leave the pub. I’m really shocked that I’m actually doing this, but I also don’t care. I want to hurt Eli in the worst possible way, and this will definitely do that.

“Your place or mine?” He pulls me into his arms as the cool night air brushes over my face. It feels wrong, but at the same time it all just feels so damn right.

“We can’t go to mine. Do you see those guards?” I point at the men who clearly want to say something, but they don’t dare. The Greek god nods. “They work for my husband.”

“Okay, the hotel then.” He smiles and grabs my hand before leading me across the street to the only “hotel” in town. It’s actually a bed-and-breakfast. The girl behind the counter giggles as the guy books a room, and minutes later, we are walking up the stairs.

I’m still trying to deal with the war going on between my conscience and my broken heart, when he pulls me into the room and locks the door. He closes the gap between us in record time and pulls my dress over my head in one swift movement.

My breath hitches in the back of my throat when I see the hunger in his eyes. When his lips touch mine, I belt against his warm body. I don’t even know his name, and he is making me feel more wanted than I’ve felt in forever.

I don’t even know his name! I’m married! What am I doing?! His tender touch distracts me from the war going on inside of me. It is just so incredible to be with someone who really wants me. Even if it’s a huge mistake. Even if I should be doing it.

It just feels so incredible to be with someone who actually makes love to me. I wake up just before dawn, and note that he is still sleeping. Grabbing my things, I sneak into the bathroom. I consider taking a shower and then decide against it.

I know that Eli will smell the guy on me, and I want him to. I want him to feel the pain I feel. I want him to feel hurt to his core. I want him to realize that I just basically had to snap my fingers and a man that wasn’t him was in my bed.

I get dressed and don’t even waste time on fixing my hair much before I sneak out of the room. One of the guards is asleep in a chair in the foyer of the bed-and-breakfast. I kick his shoe to the bewilderment of the girl.

As I make my way outside, I note that the other guard is fast asleep in the car. I know that Eli already knows. They would have mind linked him the night before. I feel regret as I get into the back of the car. I regret that my marriage has gotten to this awful point.

I regret that I had a one-night stand. I regret that I ever met Eli. As we drive back to the pack house, I’m just filled with regret and guilt about the past five years. Mostly, I regret not listening to that little voice inside my head that told me what Eli was doing.

He is waiting on the porch as we pull up, and I can see the utter disgust in his eyes as I walk right past him. His reaction honestly doesn’t bug me. It infuriates me. Who the hell does he think he is? He was the one who has been sleeping with another woman the entire time we have been married. He started this awful turn of events.

“I take it that we are even now?” He sighs as he walks into the foyer where I had just kicked off my shoes.

“Oh, honey, we aren’t even nearly there. I’m tired. I want a shower and a nap and then, if I feel like it, we can talk. Go play with your mistress, and leave me alone.”