My Sexy Awakening

Broken heart

The next day, I woke up feeling the heat of his body wrapped around mine. I tried to go to the bathroom, but Paul wouldn't let me go.

-Good morning, darling. Please stay a little bit longer. I can never get enough of you.

-Ok, Paul. But just a minute. You do not want to cause an accident, and if I don't go to the bathroom soon, you will regret it. 

He chuckled, let go of me, and headed to the kitchen to fix us breakfast. He is a cooking genius. I do not know how he manages to prepare a delicious breakfast in just a few minutes. There is nothing this man can do wrong. 

-What are your plans for today, Andrea? 

-I have to go to Mariana's. She had some errands to run, and I promised to look after baby Natalia. We will have lunch together, and later today, I will see Amanda. We were planning to have dinner together.

-When do you think you will be done?

-Not sure. I think around 10. What about you, Paul?

-Not much. Today I plan to work for a few hours. I think I might be coming home late tonight. I have to attend a boring dinner with some potential investors coming from out of town. They arrived on Friday morning, but Friday, I had a hectic day, so I could not meet with them. They are leaving tomorrow morning, so dinner it is. I think it might be better for both of us to meet tomorrow morning for brunch, around ten, because I am unsure what time I will be done. They wanted to go out for drinks after dinner—the things I do for investors. Spending the night with two bold, overweight males instead of having you naked in my bed is pure torture. Anyways, perhaps you can go out with Amanda after dinner too. 

-Yes, I think I might. Please come home tomorrow, Paul. Let me prepare brunch for you. I also need to spoil my man.

-Ok, darling. Whatever you want. I'll be at your place tomorrow around 10.

After we said goodbyes, I went home to change clothes and then headed to Mariana's. I told her everything about last night. The glamorous gala, the encounter with his evil ex, the confession he made when he said he loved me. 

-You love him too, Andrea, I know you do.

-Yes. I am irrevocably in love with Paul. I think he is the one. 

-Oh my God, I am so happy for you. I always hated seeing you with Ethan; I thought you were settling down for less than you deserved. I don't remember you looking at Ethan the way you look at Paul. 

After lunch, I headed to Amanda's. We hung out at her place and talked about everything going on in our lives. She was also thrilled to learn that Paul and I were together. Later on, we headed for dinner. When we got to the restaurant, I saw Paul. 

-Isn't that Paul? asked Amanda.

-Yes, he is. 

I also saw Alexandra, the real estate agent that sold me the cottage, a minute later. She looked gorgeous, as usual, in a long black dress that showed all her curves and nude stilettos. My worst nightmare was unfolding in front of my eyes. She hugged Paul tightly. He bent over to kiss her, and he said something in her ear that made her laugh. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. It was too much; the pain was unbearable. I left the restaurant, unable to control my sobs, while Amanda ran behind me. I started to cry as I had never done before, not even when my father died. I had a sharp pain in my chest as the anguish of feeling betrayed took over.

-Andrea, sweetie. I am so sorry. Perhaps this is all a big misunderstanding. I mean, she clearly hugged Paul; I am not sure if or where he kissed her, and they certainly seemed too comfortable with each other. I won't lie about that. But before jumping to conclusions, you need to talk to Paul.

-No, Amanda, I will never talk to Paul again. There is nothing to explain. I saw it with my own eyes. He was supposed to have dinner with two bold, overweight men, not my words, his. He did never mention a hot real estate agent in a tight dress. Paul and I are over. He is an asshole cheater, like Ethan. I am sorry, Amanda; I need to leave. 

-Sweetie, don't be alone tonight. Come to my place, please. Besides, you said Paul would come looking for you early tomorrow. Stay with me.

She had a point. We were supposed to see each other tomorrow morning at my place, and I am not ready to face him, not now, not ever. He lied to me. He probably never stopped seeing other women. I am so stupid. I believed every word he said. It never occurred to me that he would be with another woman. I remember Alexandra told me they were very close. Now I get it. 

I decided to go to Amanda's but was unable to sleep. I only cried. She urged me to eat something, but I felt nauseated. The following day Mariana went to Amanda's place. When she saw me, she started to weep as well.

-I am so so sorry, Andrea. That asshole. I can't believe what he did.

-I know, said Amanda, but I think she should talk to Paul. She deserves an explanation, and she needs to be 100% sure she is not misinterpreting what happened.

-I can't, Amanda; there is no way I can face him again. I do not want him to have the satisfaction of knowing how much power he has over my feelings. We are over. And frankly, I imagine that he will be f*****g some plastic bimbo or back with his bitchy ex in one week tops. Believe me. He will get over me in no time. 

It was a déjà vu. I got the same treatment I received from Ethan once again. Paul called nonstop and texted me every hour. When he threatened to go to the police if I didn't answer his calls, I texted him. 

 I am OK and not thanks to you. You know how I feel about cheaters, so don't you dare to call me ever again. Goodbye Paul.

Have a nice life.    

Two minutes later, another text from Paul:

 What are you talking about, Andrea? I have no idea what someone told you or what you think happened, but I would never cheat on you. I love you. Please give me a chance to answer all your questions. Communication, remember? That's all I ask.  

I read the text and decided to block his number. It was so painful. And, unlike what happened with Ethan, I felt tempted to forgive Paul because I missed him senseless. Blocking his number seemed the logical thing to do. I decided to stay with Amanda for the next few weeks because I did not want to run into Paul.  

The day before I was supposed to return home, Mariana came to visit. She was acting weird, as if she wanted to tell me something but didn't dare to. 

-What's going on, Mariana?

-Ok. I will tell you something. Don't panic, and please let me finish before you say something. Yesterday, Paul came to see me. I wanted to hate him, but he looked terrible. Really, really bad. He lost some weight; the dark circles under his eyes were scary, he looked disheveled. If I didn't know better, I would say he was terminally ill or something. He said he was sure he was the last person I wanted to see, judging from my "I hate you" face. I do not blame him; all I wanted was to strangle the guy with my bare hands. He claimed he had no idea what happened, that he was never unfaithful to you. Paul said his ex was a cheater, that he hated cheaters, and that he would never do something like that to anyone, especially you, because he loves you dearly. He has this weird theory that his ex contacted you, and you believed her lies, which clearly shows that the guy is totally oblivious to what is really going on. Andrea, call me crazy, but I swear on Natalia that I believed him. The guy is a mess, and I am sure something is going on; there must be an explanation. Remember when the same thing happened with Ethan? What did I tell you? I urged you to block his sorry ass, and I was mad at you when you decided to meet with him. But this is different. Please talk to him. Give him at least one chance to say what he needs to say, at least to have closure.

-Did you tell Paul what I saw?

-No, Andrea, it is not my story to tell. 

-Do you have his number?

-Yes, he begged me to call him back if I had a chance to talk to you.

-Ok. Tell Paul to meet me today at the fence around 7. I am not ready to see him, and I am not sure I will ever want to see him again. But at least we can talk. That's all he will get from me.

I hope I have made the right decision. I wanted to believe that Paul would never lie to me, that he was not a cheater. But I saw what I saw, so he had better have a convincing explanation because it is hard to believe he is not banging the real estate agent, who was tall, skinny, and blond. Totally his type, unlike me.