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A Secret Love Affair

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Emily is in love with someone she can't have. Desperate for an escape, she makes the regretful decision of having a one night stand. Her world is turned upside down when she what was supposed to be a one time thing turns into something more.

Marshall is a true lady's man. Not looking for a longterm relationship, he has a one night stand with a girl he meets at the bar. He never expects the feelings that come with said affair...or the secrets that follow.

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Chapter One
                                                                                               (Emily)           “We’re getting married!”             The bitter alcohol burned its way down the back of my throat. I sat at the bar, soothing my aching spirit with a bottle. Probably not the healthiest way to deal with my current issue but it was all I could think to do. Their announcement had felt like a slap in the face, the rock on her finger igniting waves of envy. It should have been me.          Tanner and I had been friends for ... forever. Then Jessica had come along. The two had fell head over heels and I had been forgotten. I don’t think I realize just how in love with him I was until he was ripped from between my fingers. I couldn’t, didn't blame him. He hadn’t known. He still didn’t. I would never tell him. He was happy. That was enough. It had to be.          “Hey, Emily.” Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.          “Hey.” I replied, downing another glass of liquor.          “I want you to be my maid of honor!”          The alcohol slid down my windpipe, choking me in the process. I gagged. I set the now empty glass down on the counter. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I confessed.          “Because you’re in love with Tanner?”          My head jerked, eyes widening. A patient smile rose to her lips. “You know?”          Her palm connected with my own. “Of course, I do! I mean, he’s like a brother to you, right?” She didn’t know. From the way her voice chipped slightly at the end, she at least suspected.          “Right.” I agreed. I was such a coward.          “So, it’s settled!” She slid a card across the bar. “Meet me there tomorrow! The rest of the girls and I want to go ahead and get the dresses picked out.”          I felt sick. Still, I took the card. I tucked it down into my purse, doing my best to ignore the burning behind my eyes. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want Tanner to marry some southern tart. I wanted him to marry me. Twenty-five, single, I was absolutely pathetic.          We made a bit of small talk before she seemed to realize I was in no mood to do so. She left, leaving me to wallow. “You look like shit.” A voice spoke.          “Excuse me?” I glared at the gentleman to my left. He bit back a chuckle, taking a sip from his glass.          “I said, you look like shit.” He offered with a shrug.          “I don’t recall asking your opinion.” I bit back.          “Name’s Marshall.” He offered his hand. I didn’t accept.          “Do I look like I care?” I muttered, turning my attention back to my empty glass. Common sense should have kicked in at that moment. I’d had enough, clearly.          I’d never been much of a drinker but, hey, desperate situations called for desperate measures. I wanted to forget about Tanner, to forget about the fact that a guy I was hopelessly in love with was getting married to a girl I couldn’t stand.          I downed another glass of whiskey. It burned its way down the back of my throat, settling in my abdomen like a bag of rocks. The alcohol was not fulfilling its intended purpose. It was supposed to ease the ache in my chest. It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse.          My phone vibrated on the bar top. I frowned, instantly recognizing his number. With a sharp inhale of air, I held it against my ear.          “Hello?”          “Em. What the hell? Jessica said you were at a bar?”          “Yeah, so?”          “You never drink!” I could hear his disappointment clear as a bell.          “Special occasion.” I spoke through gritted teeth.          A moment of silence followed. “Are you drunk?”          “Maybe. That’s not really any of your damn business.”          “What the hell has gotten into you?”          It was my chance to tell him, to divulge these secrets feelings I’d been carrying for the last year. My lower lip disappeared between nervous teeth. “Nothing. I’m fine.” I returned instead, cringing at my own inability to have this confrontation.          “You are not fine, Em.” He argued. “Stay where you are. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”          “That-“ I started to argue but he’d already hung up. s**t.          I slammed my phone back against the bar top. I didn’t want Tanner to see me like this. In my current state, I was sure to do something incredibly stupid. I snatched my purse and jacket from the back of my stool. I needed to leave before he got here.          “Need some help?” The man from earlier interrupted, palm of his hand placing itself against the center of my back.          I narrowed my eyes. “Not really.”          His dark eyes swept up and down my frame. In that moment, I realized just how incredibly attractive this man was. We stood there for a moment, as if we were the only two people left in the world. I swallowed. He took a step forward.          “So ...my place or yours?”          Part of me wanting to slap him for thinking that I would ever sleep with a guy I knew next to nothing about. The other part wanted to jump his bones. The two parts waged an internal battle. Now, I was far from ugly. But I certainly didn’t have guys beating down my door either…especially not guys like this one. He was older, that much was certain. He oozed confidence, like he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.          He wanted me of all people. Of all the women in that bar, he had set his eyes on me. I didn’t know what to do with that fact. So, like the coward I was, I decided to flee.          “I-I need to pee.” I blurted, fire igniting my cheeks. I pushed past him, darting around a corner. I ducked into the women’s restroom. It was empty. Thank god. I leaned against the smudged counter, taking breath after breath. My head began to swirl. At that point, I realized I was drunk. Now, I don’t think I was drunk enough at that point to be incapable of consent.          I dipped my head towards the sink, splashing handful after handful of cold water onto my burning skin. My face still dripping, I glanced in the mirror. My heart dropped. He had followed me. He stood a few inches behind me, a smirk plastered on his face.          “What the hell are you doing in here?” I hissed. “This is the woman’s restroom!”          With calculated precision, the man named Marshall checked each and every stall. Once assured it was empty, he returned to the door. He flicked the lock. My mouth went dry. “You didn’t answer my question.” He purred. “My place ... or yours?”          Before my brain could manage a single coherent thought, I find myself lifted clear off the floor. My skirt is shoved past my knees and this stranger managed to wedge himself between my now bare legs as if that’s where he belonged. His fingers buried themselves into my scalp, forcing my head back in order to claim my lips as his.          I tried, and failed, to suppress the moan that erupted from between our entangled lips. What we were doing was wrong ... but I couldn’t stop. I was desperate for something, anything, to take my mind off Tanner. Marshall seemed quite willing to provide the distraction. Since he got to touch bare skin, I decided to return the favor. My fingers tugged at his neatly tucked in shirt. They dipped beneath the cloth. He growled but did nothing to stop my wandering hands. My legs lifted. I wrapped them around his waist, forcing him closer. He obliged.          The sound of a sudden knocking at the door drew both of our attention. Whomever was on the other side of that door was not happy. They muttered something rather unladylike beneath their breath before repeatedly banging on the door. The two of us fell into silence, our greedy fingers ceased their wandering.          The lady on the other side finally gave up. She abandoned her relentless pounding. I utter a string of unladylike words myself. Marshall merely grinned. When he went back to try and kiss me, I turned my head. He blinked.          “You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.” He reminded me.          “I…. I’m not usually this…bold.”          “You’re not a virgin, right? Please tell me you’re not a f*****g virgin.” He began to panic.          Flames licked at my skin. “No. I am not a virgin. But-“I slid down from the sink, adjusting my dress. “I’m also not the sort of girl that hooks up with random men.”          He offered a shrug. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not the kind to hook up with random women either.”          I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not. I snagged my bag and jacket off the floor. “I…I should go.” I went to leave. He grabbed my arm.          “I would love to continue…whatever this is.” He argued. His fingertips brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. “I could really use a f*****g distraction right now.”          So could I.  

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