1. Illicit Affair- Chapter 3-Between Angels and Demons


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: SweetestSins, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    It had been another busy work day at Alistair & King. Rhonda Peters’ day had progressed like it usually did: she’d have Gabriel’s coffee ready and waiting, she’d lay out his day planner for him, take care of his phone calls, bookings, and type out necessary legal documents that needed to be filed. Around three o’clock that afternoon, something oddly changed in Rhonda’s usual routine. For some reason, at that particular hour, she couldn’t stop herself from eyeing Gabriel all the way from her cubicle for the past fifteen minutes. Her fingers were busy typing away on the keyboard, but her brown eyes kept darting over to her boss’s direction every ten seconds. She would pause, watch him for at least the same amount of time, and then continue with her work, repeating this unusual pattern. The pixie cut blonde still held a torch for that untouchable man who was pacing his office. The vacation she had taken with Gabriel to the Dominican Republic was forever etched in her memory. Every time she recalled those ten days of bliss, it always felt like everything happened yesterday, even though the tropical recollections occurred six years prior. At 36, Rhonda was still single, childless, and had no plans to settle down or adopt. It was hard for her to date a decent man when Gabriel King had forever ruined her. As much as she’d wished she had never slept with him, she couldn’t completely regret the experience. The romantic getaway had been the closest thing to paradise for Rhonda. She ...
    watched her unavailable boss having a conversation by the window, cellphone in hand. Although it was hard to lip read his words, he was smiling in a particular way that only Rhonda was able to decipher. God, not her again, she dreaded, pressing the back space a few times because she had accidentally typed: I fucking hate that bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The spam of exclamation marks was a bit too much, but the emotion behind those lines and dots certainly communicated her jealousy. Impulsively, she stopped what she was doing, released a lengthy breath, and shook her hands. She’s not you. She can never be you. She’s just some slut that he conveniently sleeps with whenever he’s bored. She’s the toy that will get tossed away, and you are the trophy he will forever keep on his shelf. He’ll see it one day. Rhonda attempted to rationalize in her own delusional manner. She had never been a fan of Calista Coldwell; a sassy and ambitious redhead with viper green eyes, and a body that could have made her playmate of the year, had she chosen to model nude. There was a time when Rhonda used to be so envious of women who had naturally larger breasts. But after a trip to her plastic surgeon ten years ago, she had paid good money to have the doctor stitch her up with silicone implants, enhancing her chest size from an A cup to a C. Calista, on the other hand, not only had a bigger chest, but a bigger derriere that could have given one very infamous reality star a run for her money. Gabriel had ...
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