Illicit Affairs

Chapter One

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't do this anymore?" I sigh as Joe points out the obvious for the third time that night. Shrugging as I clamber off the bed and shuffle to the bathroom, I try to maintain a low profile so he might drop it. However, as I hear the bed groan as he stands up I know that is not the case, can he ever just enjoy our nights together? I guess not.

"Yes we did agree to that but as you can see we failed at keeping that vow, yet again." I growl at him as I slam the bathroom door shut behind myself, and hopefully in his face. I duck my head to avoid looking into the mirror and seeing the results of another night with Joe.

"You can't hide in there forever Annabelle. You have to come out and face me eventually."

"I'm not exactly hiding you know, maybe, just maybe I needed to pee. Can you just let me have a moment to myself? You can yell at me in just a minute, but for now back off!"

I heard him start to say something and then exhale sharply. He turned away from the door quickly and I could hear him muttering in French as he paced the small hotel room that we had gotten just a few short hours ago. Those hours seemed more like days now that the passion had run its course and common sense was finally catching up to us. Luckily, I was not very fluent in French so I did not know what he was saying, but I could tell he was very upset with himself. He was probably calling himself all kinds of names and leaving none of the blame on me.

I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders as I quickly finished my business and washed my hands. Just think confident thoughts and you will be confident, yeah right. I quickly opened the door before I seriously considered seeing how long I really could hide in the bathroom. I mean there was a decent tub and lots of soap and shampoo to use up.

"Look Annabelle, I know this isn't your fault and I'm very sorry that this happened again. I know what you are risking every time you agree to come and meet up with me and it is not very fair of me to ask that of you just for my own pleasure. Please forgive me." Joe spoke quickly not pausing for breath until the very end when his face went slightly red from speaking.

I quirked an eyebrow at him and studied him for just a minute. He looked at me pleadingly with that gorgeous face of his. I could never stay mad at him for anything, no matter what it was. A thought popped into my head. 'Why am I mad?' I frowned and thought about it a second, I didn't get very far into my musing before he grabbed me by the upper arms and drew my attention back to his face and his worry.

"First off macho man, maybe it was me who seduced you this time, I seem to remember kissing you first and getting the room for us, and secondly I know very well what I risk coming to see you and the reason I still do is that I think you are worth it." He put his hand over my mouth to stop the flow of words and shook his head.

"That's not how it works and you know it. Whether you love me or not you are still risking your career and your family just for a few minutes with a man like me. I'm not worth anybody's life, especially not yours."

He looked at me pleadingly, begging me with his eyes to understand and give in. He took his hands off my arms and walked to the other side of the room. He paused and looked back at me then started pacing furiously across the room. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes to mind that will placate him. I stand looking at him with my mouth hanging open and my eyebrows drawn together in frustration. Finally I throw my hands up into the air in frustration and throw myself on the bed. I stare at the ceiling and count as slowly as I can to twenty hoping he will stop with his incessant pacing and sit still long enough for me to shake some sense into him.

After a few minutes, he finally sighs and sits on the edge of the bed trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. I slowly get up and move gently towards him, treating him like he is a wild animal and that he might strike at any moment. He sighs mournfully when I finally reach him and run my hands over his back. Gently I settled against him putting my front flush against his back, resting my head on the curve where his neck meets his shoulders.

"Please don't do this Joe. You know how I feel about you and I can tell you feel the same about me. We will never be able to resist this draw. Why do you fight your true nature so much, when you know that we are destined to be? I understand you love your wife, but she is not destined to be yours. Please."

Joe threw his hands up growling to cut Annabelle off and make her stop. He stalked to the other side of the room and glared with all the frustration and anger he could manage. "I know that she is not my destined, but I gave up that part of my heritage years ago as you well know. I do not care what you say or do; this part of me should not and will no longer exist. I need to be stronger. I can be stronger. I will be stronger, if not for me but for Esmeralda. She is my world, my light, my hope, and I choose her. I just wish you and the rest of our clan, my parents included, would listen to my choice."

He finally broke eye contact and started gathering his clothes, pulling them on as he stumbled around the room. He tried to make sure there was no way Annabelle would be able to stop him again. When he finally found his shoes, he plopped on the bed and pulled them on quickly. He stood and picked his wallet up and slid it into his pocket, he grabbed his watch and slipped it on as he slammed out the door, not even bothering to look back and watch the pain show on Annabelle's face as she looked down.

As she listened to Joe's car start and drive away she laid down on the bed and let the tears flow. All she wanted was to for him to accept that they were destined to be with each other for life and all eternity. All he had to do was accept that and they could all be truly happy and live the fairy tale happily ever after. Why did men have to be so difficult all the time? Stubborn, arrogant, and just plain hurtful. Annabelle sniffed gingerly and laid her head down, "He'll come around soon. I hope."