The Chronicles Of A Brokenhearted Girl.

Chapter 5

I walked out of the conference room, and Winter texted me that she was in my building and was on her way to my office. I honestly don't see the reason for texting me when she was already there, but knowing her, after we spoke about my dinner with Nicole, she became, as before, suspicious of everything. I admit that after the many affairs, I can understand why she would feel the way she does , but I have been working on rebuilding trust in our relationship. Despite my efforts, Winter's insecurities continue to resurface, causing unnecessary tension between us. It's a constant struggle to reassure her that I am committed and faithful to our marriage.

I walked back to my office before I had the chance to pull the door handle. Nichole opened the door and looked at me, and as she rushed past me, I saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes. Winter must have said something to upset her. " Honey". Winter's voice snapped me from my thoughts as I turned to face her. She had a pained expression on her face, and I could tell that she was feeling guilty about something. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt Nichole... I just let my insecurities get the best of me." I grabbed her close to me and hugged her. "It's okay," I simply said , comforting her. "We all have our moments of insecurity. The important thing is that you recognize it and apologize. I'm sure Nichole will understand." Winter nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude, and we stood there for a moment, finding solace in each other's embrace. My wife and I had lunch later that day; she even bought chocolate truffles for Nichole. We said good-bye, and I went back to the office. Nichole's office door was open, and she looked up from her desk as I walked by. I could tell she had been crying, but she quickly composed herself and gave me a small smile. I decided to stop and talk to her, wanting to make sure she was okay after the incident earlier. " Ms. Simmonds ," I said gently, "I noticed you seemed upset earlier. Is everything alright?" She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, and I swear my knees felt weak instantly. I gave her the chocolate truffles my wife bought as an apology for the incident earlier today. Ms. Simmonds thanked me and took a bite, her smile growing wider. "Thank you," she said softly, "it's been a tough day, but this really brightens it up." I nodded understandingly, realizing that sometimes a small gesture of kindness can make a big difference in someone's day.

'Why did you kiss me if you were married,she asked", her voice filled with confusion and a hint of sadness. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain my impulsive action, knowing that my answer could potentially change everything between us. I sighed and walked out of her office, angry that winter had to come here so abruptly, bringing with her a coldness that mirrored the growing distance between us. As I stepped outside of Nichole's office, I couldn't help but wish for the warmth of her presence, even if it meant facing the consequences of my actions. I don't want to hurt Winter again; she is my wife, and I love her with all my heart, but Nichole makes me want to take the risk and explore a different kind of love that I never knew existed. The conflicting emotions within me leave me torn between loyalty and the desire for something new and exciting.

The day was about to end, and I was glad I wanted to get home and release all my rage on Winter's body. One thing about our marriage is that the s****l chemistry is always there , but lately it feels like something is missing. Nichole, on the other hand, ignites a fire within me that I haven't felt in years. I can't help but wonder if there's a way to find a balance between the comfort and familiarity of my marriage with Winter and the passionate intensity that Nichole brings into my life. My thoughts were interrupted by a small knock on my door. I turned to see Nichole standing at my door with a mischievous smile on her face. She held a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, clearly ready to continue where we left off. As I invited her in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with guilt, knowing that I needed to address the growing distance between Winter and me. "Listen, I understand you're married, but I can't deny the undeniable connection we have," Nichole said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you, no matter what." Her words hung in the air, leaving me torn between the love I had for my wife and the undeniable pull towards Nichole. Without even thinking, I am reaching to pull Nichole into a kiss, all sense of reasoning leaving my body, as our lips meet. The intensity of the moment overwhelms me, and for a brief moment, I forget about the consequences that could follow. But as reality sets in, I quickly pull away, my heart pounding with guilt and confusion. Before I could say stop, Nichole pushed me to sit on the desk in my office. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the weight of my decisions hanging in the air. As I sat there, my mind racing, I knew that I had to confront the feelings that had been brewing within me for far too long. Nichole straddled me and leaned in closer, her breath warm against my cheek. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, but I couldn't deny the undeniable connection between us. At that instant, I made a choice: to let go of my inhibitions and explore what could be, or to resist and protect the life I had built. She whispered into my ear 'Don't stop", sending shivers down my spine. Her words ignited a fire within me, pushing me further towards the edge of my comfort zone. At that moment, I knew I had to trust my instincts and embrace the unknown, ready to face the consequences of my decision. My phone rang, and Winter's name lit up on the screen , reminding me of the life I had built and the responsibilities that awaited me. As I hesitated, torn between the excitement of the unknown and the stability of my current situation, I couldn't help but wonder if taking a leap of faith was worth potentially sacrificing everything I had worked for.

I picked up my wife's call and pulled away from Nichole. Winter asked me to get some groceries on my way home, and I said yes." I ended the call with " I love you'. I turned to Nichole and apologized. I told her I had to leave,but I promised to meet her again soon. As I walked away, a mix of emotions flooded over me - the guilt of leaving Nichole behind, the anticipation of seeing my wife, and the uncertainty of what the future held for me. But deep down, I knew this was not over between Nichole and I, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.