An Affair With My Husband’s Brother

3. Drifting Thoughts

Cielle’s POV:

“It’s okay. It’s just a drink.” The man said, his tone made a shudder run up my spine, he moved to pull the door close behind me and take the attention off the both of us. I

“No, I could get you another shirt I promise. I’ve probably ruined your day with my clumsiness. Please let me do something for you, it will make me feel better.” I said quietly, doing my hardest to avoid making eye contact with him because he made me nervous even without trying.

“The club is far from closed. If I had to guess, I would say most of the activities are just beginning and you’re already leaving so there’s a chance you won’t be coming back.” He said.

There was this aura around him that seemed to hypnotize me. It wasn’t only his cold grey eyes or his unique and attractive features. It was in the way he held himself like a predator and the small smile that danced at the edge of his lips made it look like he knew what he was doing. He made me feel cornered but not in a way that made me want to hyperventilate, it was in a way that sparked a curiosity in me and awakened a part of me that I had worked so hard to bury beneath the surface through the years.

But more than that, he exuded an aura that felt both threatening and enticing at the same time, and all at once it was hard to focus on anything else except him.

“I’m Aiden, you can make up for almost ruining my day by showing up tomorrow. There will be karaoke and I’m a great singer, you wouldn’t want to miss that one.” He said, winking at me before moving past me to push the door open and enter into the club.

I stood in place stunned for several seconds, my mind was trying to process everything that had just happened but it seemed impossible. Finally, I made my way out of the building, waving to the blonde receptionist, who was luckily too busy with a customer to be able to question me.

I hailed a taxi and made my way home but for reasons I couldn’t understand there was only one thing on my mind. A lot had happened within my day and while this was the most activity I had indulged in a long time, it seemed that the majority of it hadn’t struck me the same way, the incident with him just did.

The moment I got home, I got started on dinner, hoping to keep my mind occupied for as long as I could. There were a lot of things going through my mind and I was having a difficult time processing them all at once. Maybe if I ignored it for a couple of hours, it would go away.

***

It didn’t go away.

And the entire time that I spent running around the kitchen did little to take away from my encounter. Thankfully, the moment Jason walked in through the doors dinner was ready and I was just setting the table.

“Hey.” I called in greeting, praying to whoever was listening that he was in a good mood.

This day has been to stimulating on my mind already and the last thing I needed was more drama tonight.

Did you have a good day at work?" I asked taking his coat.

He grunted a yes and settled on the table and we both began eating. However, I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the meal and the conversation Jason was trying to bring up.

My thoughts kept drifting.

"Are you thinking about something Cielle?" Came Jason's cold voice, piercing through the haze that had taken over my mind.

Startled by his question, I tried to refocus my attention on, shaking my head quickly to avoid upsetting my husband.

"Of course not." I quickly said.

"What was the last thing I said?” Jason suddenly asked, raising his eyes from the plate of food in front of him to address him.

"Huh?" I asked, startled. I tried to recall what he could have been talking about but my mind came up blank.

“I wonder what always goes on inside that empty head of yours. You’re always so lost.”

Jason shook his head and went back to eating his food. At least, he didn’t hit me this time.

“I said I’ll be traveling for a business meeting tomorrow. I’m not exactly sure when I would be back but…” Jason continued on but I had stopped listening already.

My heart skipped for joy. Nothing brought me more happiness than when Jason had to leave the country for any reason. No matter how short it turned out to be, I always enjoyed the break from my husband’s overbearing presence and the constant abuse that he dished out to me on a daily basis.

When the meal was over, Jason retired to the living room while I cleared up the dishes, my thoughts still drifting towards Aiden. When I was done I joined my husband in the living room.and it wasn't long before he started to make s****l gestures.

The large living room was dimly lit, and the glow of the television casted flickering shadows on the walls.

Jason turned to me, his eyes smoldering with expectation. He reached out to touch my arm, but I recoiled, subtly shifting away.

I wanted to scream, to demand my freedom, but instead, I muttered, "Not tonight, Jason."

The silence that followed was deafening, the bitterness of our interactions echoing in the room. This was the part of our arrangement that I loathed the most, I couldn’t ever remember a time where I had genuinely enjoyed s*x with my husband. The act was boring and disgusting with him but I still had to give him an heir and this was the only way that could happen. It was a chore I dreaded, a duty I fulfilled out of obligation and fear.

My objections had zero weight to my husband as he continued to paw at me with one hand, while pulling at his member with the other.

The television continued to drone in the background, but neither of us could focus on whatever was happening on the screen. When he was sufficiently engorged, he urged me to stand up and I was not surprised when he stripped us both in the living room before pulling me harshly towards our bedroom, and once there, Jason's demand for intimacy hung heavily in the air.

I lay there not saying a word and I allowed myself to be used and degraded for his satisfaction and as he panted atop my frame, an unbidden image popped into my mind. It didn't stay for long but I was able to spot the piercing blue eyes and at once I knew who it was.

While my husband's desires overtook the room, my mind was in turmoil as the guilt threatened to consume me. I was a married woman for crying out loud, why was I thinking of another man while making love to my husband? To make matters worse, it was a man that I barely knew. In my mind, the image of Aiden was all I could see. It was him, not Jason, on top of me, and in that brief moment, I found a respite from the reality I loathed. I even let out a moan at the thought.

The act was over almost as soon as it began, and as Jason went to wash up, I curled up in bed, feeling a profound guilt wash over me. How could I have the thoughts of another man in my mind while being intimate with my husband?