Illicit

Epilogue

Dedicated to vaibhavik27 Thank you for inspiring me to finishing this last piece. 🙏🏽😇

Author's Note: Some of you couldn't relate to Carmella because she had an affair. I didn't write this to justify affairs. I just wanted to step into the shoes of someone who had an affair and understand their possible thoughts and actions. I've read plenty of affair stories where the affair was a softer blow because the spouse was abusive or just unlikable. So I switched it up and made Nick someone you could sympathize with because there are two sides to every story. Sometimes there's not always an obvious villain. Sometimes just two people who want different things.

-Two years later-

"I love it," Jude, my newly appointed editor commended slapping my manuscript on the coffee table between the two of us. "I think it might be your best work yet. I do have some suggestions."

Jude flipped through my manuscript speaking further on his likes and dislikes when we're interrupted by Vain. All of the air in my lungs evaporated as he introduced himself to my editor. He was just as smug and as breathtaking as the day I met him.

He settled in beside me, snaking his around my lower back crushing us together while forcing Jude and I apart.

I was stunned silent by his action.

Uncomfortable, Jude looked to me and then looked at him before finishing his critiques. He offered plenty of constructive criticism but I knew he was holding back because of Vain. Who had been glaring at him since he arrived. Jude rushed out final statements before left us alone.

I stood to my feet shaking his hand. Vain did the same.

"He'll probably quit within a week." I told  Vain as I snuggled into him.

"If he does it's because he just realized there's no chance of him screwing you. I miss Sylvia. I didn't have to worry about her eyes wandering down your top."

I laughed off his suspicions. "Babe, he's not interested in me. He has a wife."

He raised his eyebrow shooting me a look reminding me - as if I could forget - I was married when I met him. "Whatever, he's not us." I blurted out.

"You didn't see the way he was staring at you. You never notice when men stare at you."

"That's because I only see you." We share a short sweet kiss that still manages to satiate my ever present need for him. "There is nothing I need that you don't give me."

Truer words had never been spoken.

Vain had truly become the man of my dreams. In the beginning, my insecurities had me worried that I was a phase to him and my charm would wane but he had proven me wrong more than once. The first few months were the hardest simply because the women of his past had a hard time letting him go. I knew that he had a lot of sex with a lot of different women but seeing them was something else entirely.

They blew up his phone, dropped by his then apartment unexpectedly. Blocking phone numbers wasn't enough. They greeted us at restaurants or we'd run into them on the street or at the gym. Eventually, the harassing women diminished to nothing, and then it was just he and I. Which was when we really got to know each other. We spent every waking moment together eating, working out, reading, laughing, binge watching television shows, and sex. So much sex was had the first few weeks I swear to God we fucked each other unconsciousness multiple times a day. He remained the most explosive sex I'd ever had and he reclaimed his title often.

My addiction to him reached a whole new level.

Neither of us had a traditional nine-to-five, which meant that we had all the time in the world to explore each other in and out of bed. And we did.