Cheryl's Secret (Two Stories Series) (21 page)

  
We’re such an unlikely match. I would have never dreamed she’d be my type, and actually, she's not. But look at how the other “my types” turned out. What she did for me, whether she meant to or not…

  
I will never be the same.

 
The truth of what happened doesn’t matter. Only the truth itself does. So here goes…

  
Truth #1:
   Your attention is your life energy…

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The Two Stories
Series continues in
An
Emotional Affair (Two Stories Series),
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An Emotional Affair by Eva Marie Paulliere

Everyone has crushes. S
ometimes they come at inconvenient times. Like when you’re involved with someone else.

Cheryl always dreamed of meeting her perfect man, Richard. When he comes into the scene
, and Cheryl’s friendship with him turns into a conflict over whom she should be with, Mark becomes enraged with jealousy.

Just when Mark thinks he’s lost it all, he meets Mary, his ex-girlfriend Tanya’s sister. Her and Mark form a similar friendship, and he now faces a similar dilemma to Cheryl’s.

Something more sinister brews in the background of this. While the drama of betrayal and distrust continues, Amber keeps watch on all concerned.

Can Tanya save the day once more, or will these emotional affairs lead to real ones?

About the Author

Eva Marie Paulliere writes unique fiction that provides insight into the nature of love, relationships, and life itself. From the philosophical and witty Two Stories series, to the thrilling and mysterious novel One Woman, to the heart-wrenching struggles in the Asuka series, readers can enjoy an entertaining story while gaining a new perspective on life.

In her books, you never know what happens next. This is not formula romance. The hero does not always get the girl (he thinks he will, at least). The good guys’ plans can be more diabolical than the bad guys’. Things aren’t always as they seem. However unusual the stories are, they always contain the same excitement, feeling, and satisfaction that you would expect from a good novel or short story.

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Excerpt from “An Emotional Affair”, the next book in the Two Stories Series:

Standing in the hallway, he cracked his knuckles and hastily removed his clothing, leaving them there as planned.

Time would run out soon. The event would be as exciting and brief as his decision to participate. He wondered if he’d regret later what he was about to do now.

Although a silly requirement, leaving his baseball cap on while nude was at least something to focus on. He straightened it up, smiled, and checked himself out in the hallway mirror. He admired his own blue eyes and dark hair staring back at him. He thanked God for making him tall, handsome, and well-endowed. He gave himself the thumbs up, and thought,
I’ll never get a surprise fuck opportunity quite like this again!

Entering the room, he felt the subtle heat of the dim candlelight. The light barely revealed her Asian skin. She knelt on the bed, facing away from him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to look at you,” was all she could bring herself to say.

He didn’t take offense to the abruptness. He knew the rules; she was not to open her eyes, and he was only to whisper, an odd but necessary arrangement.

He slid his hands onto her ass, and paused, wondering if he should do something besides just sticking it in.

“Get it over with. I don’t need foreplay,” she instructed.

Driven by desire and moderated by detachment, he stood behind her and slowly inserted himself. As he stumbled inside, his apprehension turned to curiosity and his curiosity to joy. He forgot who he or even who she was. All he knew was the sensual pleasure of his skin, penetrating her welcoming folds.

His confident stroking, her moistness, and the loosening of her insides were evidence that the awkwardness was subsiding. A connection had formed.

It ended too soon. He felt the creaminess of his cum gliding between them, and witnessed it trickling down her thighs, all he could think to say was “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t see the smile she made, nor was there any clue she was satisfied.

She said, “Thank you Richard.”

“How did you know my name?” he whispered nervously.

“You’re funny, now leave me alone. We did enough.”

Her change of tone was enough to motivate his departure, which he immediately began. But she hadn’t finished speaking
.”Please don’t make this the last time.”

He thought
Holy temptation, Batman! I can do this AGAIN!

Frantically, he dressed, wasting no time getting back outside. His satisfaction from a moment before had turned into a fear, of what he couldn’t explain.

His haste in leaving didn’t deter him from taking note of the placemat in front of the threshold he crossed:

MARK &
CHERYL’S PLACE

In response to this discovery, he shook his head several times as he walked to his car.

***

Evening came, and Cheryl, asleep in that same bed, opened her eyes. She gave Mark a welcoming smile as he opened the door to their room, “Hi Sexy. I’ve been waiting for you to come back.”

Her sleep-filled eyes could barely discern his troubled frown, revealed by the hallway light.

“Cheryl, I know about the man in the baseball cap.”

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