I couldn't resist the idea of being in a place where no other woman had been before. I wanted to go to his house, to see the environment where he felt comfortable, and I really wanted to feel that I was the first one to do so. When we arrived, he parked the car in the garage of the building, which was common but very beautiful. The modern architecture of the condominium added an extra charm and made the place feel cozy.He got out of the car, opened the door for me, and extended his hand to help me out. We entered the elevator, and Jayden pressed the button for the top floor. He was excited like a child, and I couldn't stop smiling. He pulled me into a hug and began kissing me amid the smiles that lit up his face."I love seeing you like this," he said, his voice gentle."Like what?" I asked, intrigued."Smiling, accepting my kisses, talking all cute," he said, cupping my face in his hands and eagerly kissing my lips."Really? You're loving it?" I asked, feeling pleased, and he nodded
As I plunged into a sea of uncertainty and anxiety, fearing being discovered by the man I loved, Jayden seemed calm, as if we weren't taking terrible risks by meeting. We were betraying everything that mattered most to us. Daon was Jayden's best friend, yet he showed no remorse for being involved with me, his wife. As for me, I felt condemned and dirty, but at the same time, I was so addicted to Jayden that I knew there wasn't much I could do other than admit that he was affecting me."Calm down, he probably hasn't left the office yet," Jayden said, trying in vain to comfort me as I ran my hands through my hair to make it more presentable."Check the alarm then," I asked hopefully, trying to stay calm, but I was so nervous that I was irritated even by how long it took him to sit on the bed.He fiddled with his phone, squinting as if trying to see something he couldn't."Hurry up, Jayden! Check it already!" I demanded in a louder tone, and he sighed."Calm down! I can't see well withou
The worst part of hearing those words from Daon was knowing they were true. When I made a mistake, which, by the way, was much worse than what he did, he forgave me. But I never thought he would use that against me, and I must confess that it left me disappointed. I turned to face him, and his face was covered in tears. At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and broke down."I can't believe you're throwing that in my face!" I said, surprised.Daon stood up and walked toward me, and I could see his desperation, but that didn't justify what he had said. This was the kind of thing Jayden would do, not the man I had married. Or at least, that's what I thought. I always thought of Daon as someone incapable of playing games or doing things like that, yet here he was, using my mistake to justify his own. He seemed to realize what he had done and took my face in his hands, planting a kiss on my lips."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Daon apologized, trying to ease the situation.
It was possible to see how broken Jayden's heart was with every ragged breath he let escape from his parted rosy lips as he tried to find a justification for his presence."I'm here to pick up Jane to go to the gym." The tattooed man explained, averting his gaze, and even a blind person could see through his lie."Look at him, all fitness!" Daon joked, but neither of us smiled."Yeah, I need to stay in shape for the shows. So, Jane, shall we go?" He suggested, hopeful. His gaze was pleading, and my heart broke when I said."No." I simply refused, and I noticed him waver as if his knees had weakened."No?" He repeated, questioning, and the hurt in his voice was evident."No. I'm not going to work out anymore." I stated, determined.He looked at me, seeming confused, as if trying to decipher my expression."No? But you seemed to enjoy working out so much." He sighed, sadly, and I shrugged, noticing the desperation in his eyes."Yeah, but I prefer to spend time with my husband and decide
The Previous Day.Daon's point of view.I just sent Jane a message letting her know that I'd be late for dinner again. She's been very patient, but I know she feels lonely. Sometimes I notice her staring into space or just looking sad for no apparent reason. I'm not sure if I made the right decision in accepting this position as C E O, because although it's a great opportunity, it couldn't have come at a worse time.My wife doesn't speak Korean and doesn't have friends here, so I sometimes feel guilty when I have to leave her alone for long periods, which has been happening often. That's why I was very excited about the idea of a mini-honeymoon with her. We didn't have the opportunity to do that when we got married because of my concert schedule, but I really want to do everything I can to show her how much I love her. That's why I arranged everything so that, even with my shows, I'll have time to enjoy and spend time with her.I still feel bad about the day I ended up sleeping out, a
Daon’s point of view.I went from heaven to hell in an instant. My heart shattered just like that plate, and I sighed, stifling the tears that wanted to fall as I clenched my fists."What happened, Jane?" I asked, praying she had a good excuse for being so nervous."My hand cramped up," she said simply, smiling nonchalantly.I stared at her hand, praying that was all it was, but I couldn’t come to a conclusion. When we lay down, she snuggled up to my chest, and I wondered if she had done this with him. Had he seen her sleeping with her lips slightly parted? Did she love him? Surely, he had feelings for her, but did she reciprocate?I couldn’t sleep, staring at the ceiling and coming up with a thousand theories to justify or confirm my suspicion. When it was already past three in the morning, I got up and went to the living room. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sprawled on the couch, trying to get rid of these thoughts. After two or five drinks, I ended up falling asleep on the
Jane's Point of ViewThe Seattle winds made my hair dance, and even though it wasn't my hometown, just being back in America made me feel good. There was no one judging my clothes, and no one speaking a language I couldn't understand. I was smiling and laughed even more when we picked up our luggage and Jayden sat on one of the bags, pushing himself along like it was a car. He looked like a child, and that made me fall for him more each day."Are you done, Peter Pan?" I teased him, and he grinned."If I'm Peter Pan, you're Tinker Bell," he retorted, making me pout."If I'm Tinker Bell, then who's your Wendy?" I asked, folding my arms, and he smiled, stepping closer to me."See? That's why you're Tinker Bell. Sexy, jealous, and magical," he said, giving me a kiss with each adjective, quickly dissolving the pout on my lips."Magical, huh?" I asked, curious.He leaned into my ear and said in a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine, "Yes, because what you do to me, making me so in lo
Jane point of view.I didn't want to stay there because I had only brought very sensual nightgowns. I imagined we would stay in a hotel, and since the house wasn't very big, I wasn't sure if we would have a room and bathroom for ourselves. Jayden seemed to read the discomfort in my face and sighed."Mom, I think Jane would feel more comfortable if we stayed in a hotel," he explained, and I smiled, happy that he understood my expression."But I cleaned your old room, put on fresh sheets, and everything smells so nice," she said, looking at us with a pleading expression. Jayden looked at me as if asking for permission. I shrugged, and she smiled, satisfied."Well, I'll wash the dinner dishes and prepare some hot chocolate," the older woman said enthusiastically, and I smiled."I'll help you, mistress!" I offered, but she shook her head."No need, dear! And don't call me mistress, call me Mom!" she requested. I smiled at her and nodded."Okay, but please let me help? It's the least I can