Cheating On A Married Man

He was something I loved to watch through my bedroom window across the street. I loved how he talked, so harshly to his workers and confidently. A dark Golden young man, full of strength and vigilance. “Why can’t I have him?” This is the question I asked myself each time he did his paperwork in his room while sipping on that vodka lemon-flavoured alcohol. He always opened his window at 5 in the morning and readied himself for work. I on the other hand had set an alarm just to watch him move around in his cabin and get busy with I don’t know what. Then I also had to prepare for my classes but, not every weekday because I would miss classes if the man across the street stayed home. “Are you going to stay at that window the whole day?” Asked my mom as she walked past my room with an apron on. “Uuhmm, I’m still enjoying the fresh air,” I responded But the man across the street who was dressing up, from taking his shower, heard me and looked at me. I didn’t know what to say or do because my heart was racing. I mean he finally noticed me but, in an awkward state because, it meant I had seen his nakedness, which I did. That evening, I noticed he opened his window sat next to it, and concentrated his eyes on my window. For a second, I thought he was mad at me until he put a smile across after I opened my curtain. He invited me over to his house and I went. So spotless and not a hair out of place, was his house, fine scented and full of costly everything. “Welcome.” He said as I offered myself a seat on his expensive Davenport. “Thank you," I responded as I set my eyes on the long thing I usually notice in him. He introduced himself as Gabriel, thirty-nine years old and I was only sixteen. He laughed at my age with a very striking voice that made me imagine so extensively. “You are way too young,” he cried out. “Well, you are way too old too. But why aren’t you married?" I inquired. He looked into my eyes as he walked slowly towards the divan I was seated on with a glass of juice in his right hand and sat so close to me that I gasped for air and he said, “Maybe I was waiting for you.” Handed the glass to me and laughed loudly as he stood from the divan. “You should see how nervous you look right now.” He laughed and continued, “I am married to a very famous actress and model, she is always travelling.” For some reason my heart was broken, I had hoped that “Maybe I was waiting for you,” Was the case. I knew I stood no chance with that man cause I was only sixteen but, I wished to be more than a sixteen-year-old to him. As the afternoon progressed, he bragged about what he owned, what he had archived, and all his wealth. “Any kids perhaps? I asked trying to make him notice that I was still in the room. “No, my wife isn’t ready for any yet.” He said it with an unpleasant face, which rang bells in my head. I then knew where my image would fit in. I was willing to do anything, I mean anything, to have that man’s affection. “Oh I see,” I responded then sipped on the juice I was given, then smiled. I went back home that day feeling as though I had a very big assignment ahead of me. I planned the whole night on how I was going to win him over, I guess it was too much for a sixteen-year-old, but a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. My mom thought I was studying because she kept hearing so much noise from my room. The following evening, I saw him through the window talking to my mother outside our yard, I wondered what it was they had been talking about and how he knew my mother. Nevertheless, he was more fascinating than ever, I just hoped he wasn’t into my mother. I decided to send him an uncovered picture of me right that moment because I believed, a way to a man’s attention was a woman’s nakedness. He checked his phone and pretended he had seen nothing, then continued talking to my mother, which got me even more curious. I didn’t want to seem desperate or promiscuous but I knew for sure that I had made the first step to letting him know that I was into his pants and I wasn’t joking. A few minutes after he was done talking to my mother, and heading to his apartment, he sent me a text saying, “How about dinner tonight?” If my name wasn’t bathing at that moment, then it was looking good. I rushed to the bathroom, shaved every single hair I had on my body; but not my head, scrubbed every single dirt of it, and washed it off. I paid my cosmetics and make-up, a visit and wow!! There I was looking all pretty and smelling all fresh. In my mind, I knew there was no way he was going to resist my good looks and allure. My street only had one hot girl so far and that was me, I barely got into relationships around my area because I believed I was too good-looking to ruin my reputation in such a manner. This man was an exception, I didn't care whether or not my reputation got ruined, all I wanted was him. I was willing to go to any lengths to prove myself to him again and again.