Of Lovers and Cheaters

“I did what you wanted,” she said, staring at him in the eye. “I was angry at you for getting me pregnant, but I resented myself for letting it happen. I wished you to go away, but I guess I couldn’t let go.”

“Why do we have to go through this again, Rita?” he asked her.

“Because we were both responsible, and we both handled it badly.”

“Rita, I am sorry about my reaction when I found out about it all. But that’s behind us now, I hope.”

“Yes, it is, but there is a problem,” she took an exasperated sigh, wiped a thin film of sweat on her upper lip and continued. “I’m afraid I still love you. Hell, I love you.”

“Rita, we said we be friends. That’s what I can offer.”

“Yeah, I know that, especially after you have had a rump in the sack for old times’ sake.”

“This shouldn’t have happened, and we both know it.”

“You are such a selfish bastard, as you always were. It hurt like hell when I terminated the pregnancy knowing that I had also lost you. Where do I go? What do I do?”

“You’re a big girl, Rita; smart and intelligent. I am sure you will find a way.”

“You don’t seem to understand. It is LOVE, Steve. I’ve tried to move on, but I couldn’t. You always come out of the blue and get to me.”

“Please, I didn’t want this.”

“I may be that strong, Miss Independent, tough woman in public, but I am still a woman, a girl, deep inside, vulnerable and in need of love. Precisely said, I am plain weak, weak for you, Steve.”

“What makes you think I am any stronger?”

“I don’t know,” Rita replied plaintively.

“So, this is what all this meeting was all about, isn’t it?”

“For jove’s sake, I am woman, in case you haven’t noticed, and I have needs.”

“God, Rita. Cessy is a woman too, and Jackie, and in case you haven’t realized, I’m surrounded by women. So, I know what the lot of you look like.”

“Steve, I have tried to move on, a few guys, one-offs, and nightstands. None of those men has given a sense of permanence. God, you made me feel like a woman, and that’s what I want. I can see you in my room, in the tub; smell you as I do my hair. Cripes, I love you, Steve.”

“I’ve a family, Rita. A wife and a daughter I love very much.”

“What’s it that Cecilia has I don’t have? Shapely legs, probably. Big tits, obvious. Tighter cunt, I doubt. From what I know of her, of which I doubt you know, I wonder what I lack. Plus, I have brains on top of her.”

Steve smirked. “That’s my wife you are lambasting,” he said, hackles beginning to rise. “And I love her so much. Will that do?”

“Yeah, and that’s what you told me for three years.”

“Look, I loved you, and I still do, in a different way. Cessy makes me feel safe, she’s perfect for me.”

“And you are perfect for me. You turned me to this fantasy girl I barely knew. I love this girl. That’s what I want.”

Her eyes were drooling. Wait a minute – do eyes drool? Well, Rita’s did.

She saw the look on his face and she knew what was coming next. “See Steve, how weak I am?”

He trembled, and a tingling waltzed in his loins. “Please, we can stop this, when we both can.”

“What now? For old times’ sake, we’ve just had this truly ecstatic lovemaking I crave.  Can’t we have another round?”

“Nothing more happens. This never happened.”

“But you just cheated on this Cessy wife woman you so much love.” She saw a frisson cross his face and she knew what it was. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her, but I want you, just a piece of you, on any reasonable terms. I won’t ask for more, or demand you leave your Cessy. And I’m too proud to play second fiddle. That won’t suit me. But Steve, honest-to-God, I love you.”

“What if I don’t want to see you again? You know I am going for governor this year.”

“Your loss,” Rita said. “And I guess Cessy knowing of this is not in your mind?”

“Cessy and I have no secrets,” he told her.

“Then that’s your problem. Go and empty your dirty little secret to her, and to the priest, but you just cheated on your wife.”

“Don’t you blackmail me, Rita.”

“Not in the least, sweetie. If I were, you’d have already coughed a few millions by now,” she said and gave him the wink.

As they continued talking, the pillow talk, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he made a startling discovery – above the California King Bed he noticed a miniature surveillance camera.

What he, and she, did not know is that the camera was transmitting live to bank of monitors for a voyeurism club in their hotel-of-vanity’s top floor. Steve’s political rival and nemesis was a member, so was Rita’s lover, the vice president.

Copyright ©Vincent de Paul, 2012.