Wife Swap - S01 E13

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Wife Swap - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

ROME'S POV

As my lips touch hers i feel her sharp intake of breath. The softness and tenderness of her lips is beyond what i had imagined. My sensibilities fly out the window replaced with want. I encircle my arm around her tiny waist drawing her into my frame. Feeling her warmth against me is unbearable and suddenly becomes my undoing and deepens the kiss and she moans in my arms.

With the hunger she returns the kiss something tells me beyond that innocent look lies a fire cracker when ignited. It is always the quiet ones.

I pull back to breath and make a mistake of looking to her eyes. They are clouded with need, and she immediately pulls me back for another kiss, but this time my senses are with me. I know if i don't stop, we may regret this later.

"Athena..." I murmur her name but she takes it as an encouragement to take things further. Her hands move up my chest in caresses making me loose it momentarily.

"Athena..." I call out her name again pulling her away from me. That stops her but her gaze remains hidden from me.

What have i done?

I have messed up!

I stand up afraid being near her will dissolve my resolve. I promised myself i would indulge that need in me when i am around her. She was a temptress and dangerous to any man. All one would think of was carrying her and making love to her over and over. It wasn't a good time to invite such thoughts, we both needed to heal in our own ways based on the betrayal we shared and sleeping with her would hinder that.

She doesn't look like the girl that did thing like sleeping with someone just for the fun of it. It is evident on how she held on to Mason and all that shit he put her through. I can't believe the person he changed to and neither should i have ignored his infidelities. I should have been aware that evil knows no loyalty.

She is the type that a simple actions like a hug, a kiss meant something more to her. She needed commitment, she deserved it and not just that. But also to be loved and cherished. Something i couldn't possibly offer at the present, all she would get are leftovers that remained after Esme had ripped me into pieces.

She fiddles with her fingers on her lap and i hear sniff. I expect to hear her cry. She cries too much. When i look up i see something different in her. Her eyes are cold and she holds a blank facial expression.

"Athena...I am sorry." I decide to say moving close to and she moves away sensing her aloofness.

She is angry. Who wouldn't be, i am the one to blame. I made the first move and now she feel rejected because of me.

"We are just humans both hurt and seeking solace in anyone. It was temptation and we only acted out." The words are said in a careless attitude. Both foreign and unlike her.

"Anyone? that is a pretty sweeping statement to make." I ask with annoyance, i didn't view her as anyone.

"You are." She says. I know she is hurt and only trying hurt me too. "And that kiss meant nothing." She coldly states before walking out the room.

ATHENA POV

My lips still tingle and i can still remember the feel of his against mine. I can feel his stare drilling on my skull i fight the tears that threaten to spill. Why am i upset that he rejected me? It sucks cause probably he is still in love and loyal to Esme. Yet all i want so badly to kiss him, touch him and feel him. I just want to know i can be wanted too. My husband has proved to me otherwise yet another man is also proving that their must be something lacking in me that no one wants me.

"We are just humans both hurt and seeking solace in anyone. It was temptation and we only acted out." I state in a tawdry escapism. I have become Mason, shifting hurt to the other person in order not to deal with it.

I wish i could remove my feelings like a piece of clothe and throw them away. It can make my life easier.

"That kiss meant nothing." I don't even believe in those words but Rome does. They hurt him like i wanted but only makes me feel like shit. That kiss meant more than words can describe it. Mason stopped kissing me after our honeymoon. He knew it was one of my favorite love languages and yet he kissed Esme. And now Rome also doesn't want to.

I walk to my room and throw myself on my bed. My phone has unread messages and a missed call. It is Mason.

Let's end this and come home.

It reads.

Whatever emotion he expected the message would elicit from me does the opposite and my anger grows tenfold.

I will ruin him.