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


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

    Gabriel had never really experienced a moment where he took the time to admire a woman’s body without sexualizing her in his mind. His eyes caressed Rachel’s silken hair down to her neck, noticing her captivating femininity. Her skin looked so soft, so kissable; he wanted to reach out and touch. He wanted to do so much more. Overcome with undeniable feelings, all Gabriel desired was to take her sweet face in his hands and kiss her softly. Perhaps in that instance, he was only possessed by the Phantom of the Opera . Thus, his transitory passion—he didn’t know and decided not to rationalize it. Rachel’s heart achingly swelled while she fought back tears because the music was just too emotional. She didn’t want to cry, not while Gabriel was sitting next to her. It had been such a difficult year, and everything was catching up to her. When the scene was finally over, a tear rolled down Rachel’s cheek, as the ceiling lights slowly glowed to life again. The audience applauded, and now it was a twenty minute intermission before the second act would begin. “That was so beautiful,” said Rachel. “I wasn’t expecting to cry.” It felt like instinct to reach out and wipe her fallen tear, and he did exactly like that. “Sorry,” she murmured. “Don’t apologize.” His eyes were warmer in the romantic lighting. “Every time we’re interacting that’s all you seem to be doing lately, apologizing to me.” She blushed. It was true. Rachel was always saying sorry, even for things that were not her ...
    fault. “Come on.” Gabriel stood up and held out his hand. “Let’s stretch our legs.” ~oOo~ Rachel was still in disbelief that Gabriel King was at the opera with her. Feeling guilty, she wanted to call Casey, but decided to text him instead to avoid disturbing him. Gabriel had returned with two glasses of champagne. He handed one to Rachel with a smile. “Thank you.” “Cheers.” He clinked his glass against hers and drank the fizzy liquor. “I’m enjoying the opera so far,” she said. “Me too. They’ve changed the musical score a bit. It’s different, but nice.” She wondered if he still desired her the same way he did that night in his office. Every time she stared into his eyes longer than three seconds, all she could feel was heat. Maybe it was just the alcohol that had made him more uninhibited that night, Rachel thought. After all, they had been drinking. It wasn’t something she was going to bring up ever again. He had made sure to tell her that he had moved on from it. She had never been unfaithful to anyone in her life, and always prided herself on being a loyal partner. Kissing Gabriel only proved that she was a hypocrite and not as saintly as she believed she was. Rachel Rose now belonged to the eternally flawed human race, driven to sin by nature. The realization had depressed her, but there was nothing she could do to change it. All that could be done was to make sure that it didn’t happen again. This she felt confident in, because Gabriel did not initiate any sexual advances on ...