Prohibited 2:Illicit Affairs(2)

By: Donnee Patrese


It didn’t matter. He read the words to mean “harder” and that is what he did. He fucked me harder and faster, digging his fingers into my ass for leverage. It worked because I came crying out. I would have collapsed on the bed had he not been there holding me up still pounding away.

He was always so intense when we had sex. He would flip me over so I could look into his eyes. I closed my eyes unable to give him what he wanted.

Then he came hard, collapsing on my chest, his breathing hurried and irregular. We laid that way for awhile until he rolled over onto his back and just stared at the ceiling.

His ringing phone on the floor broke the silence. He climbed out of the bed and picked it up. From the look on his face I knew who was calling.

“It’s her isn’t it?” I asked sitting up from my reclined position.

He nodded and began to put his clothes on nearly falling while sliding on his pants.

“I need to get out of here.” He said buttoning his shirt.

When he was finished, he looked at me.

“See ya later cutie,” he said smiling.

I answered him with attitude.

“Don’t come back.”

He laughed.

Then he walked out of my bedroom closing the door behind him. I laid there in bed, naked and sticky from sex. The same feelings began to wash over me. Guilt, self-pity and shame filled me up so completely that they spilled out into the room covering it in a deep dark depression.

I promised myself every time we fucked. I will not do this. I’m done with married men.

I just hope I can stick to my promise this time.





Chapter One


Michael




“That is absurd. Your client can’t pull a young boy from the home he has always known, to go gallivanting with her lesbian lover around London.” My lawyer yelled.

Maria looked as if her head was about to explode. She looked over at her lawyer, reaching out at the same time to tap her on her shoulder.

“Lisa, please tell him that, just like his client, he is an asshole. Mitchell is my son and he belongs with his mother.”

Her lawyer didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. We were sitting in a tiny office and her words weren’t lost on anyone.

I was tired of all this negotiating shit. We have been going through this for months and every meeting just got worse and worse. I set back in my seat watching my soon-to-be ex-wife smugly demand shit she didn’t deserve.

I sighed.

Other than the care of my son, I didn’t really want much else. I would give her half of my earnings. I would even gladly pay her alimony if it meant getting her out of my life.

I went back to doing what I normally do at these meetings, sending texts to my former lover Maxine that were never returned. Since the day I broke it off with her we have only talked once. Well, actually she yelled at me and told me in no uncertain terms she wasn’t some piece of meat I can devour and come back to any time I wanted.

It hurt, but I had hoped I would get her back. The love we had between us was a love we couldn’t deny.

“Michael, put the fucking phone down and participate.” The bitch…I mean, my future ex-wife said.

I slowly looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“The good thing about all this nonsense is the fact you can’t tell me what to do. You can’t ever tell me what to do. You know how freeing that is?” I replied smiling. I wanted her to know she couldn’t get under my skin.

Her face was priceless. Her eyes were like saucers and I could have sworn I saw smoke come out of her ears.

Our attorneys ignored us and continued to negotiate. I went back to doing what I was doing trying to block out all the hoopla. Eventually Maria started demanding things I wasn’t willing to negotiate about. My attorney on my behalf got riled up and her attorney came to her defense.

There were three adults yelling and arguing with each other and I was getting beyond annoyed. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Enough.” I yelled.

The room fell silent. They all stared at me silently except for my soon-to-be ex-wife. She always had to be in control of every situation.

“Oh, the dead has arisen. Finally, you are ready to talk.”

I took a deep breath.

“Well, what do you want to say?” Maria asked with a fake smile on her face. “We are all ears, despite the fact they are still slightly ringing.”

“Listen,” I began with my heart still pounding. “I don’t care about material things. You can have half; you can have your cars, your jewelry. You can even have the alimony you asked for…”

“Michael!” My attorney said surprised at my statements.

I raised my hand to stop him.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that shit. However, you cannot have a stake in my business, you cannot have my house and you for damn sure cannot have my son.”