Demi

"God that was great."

I smiled and ran my hand over Marc's chest, "You really know your way around the female anatomy."

He chuckled, "Flattery will get you nowhere. I've given you enough multiple orgasms to satisfy a women for years."

I smirked, "Still... It was still amazing."

Marc leaned over, kissing my lips deeply, "I guess you gotta go now... It's getting late and he'll be calling soon."

I sighed and kissed him one more time, "You're right. He's probably already pacing. He does that a lot lately, and he sighs a lot too. I don't know what's up with him."

"You don't think he's getting suspicious?"

I shook my head, "He's not one to let something sit if it bothers him. Don't worry if he knew, I'd be packing my bags."

"So where is this leading? I mean, you're not just gonna come here every weekend forever. Are you ever going to leave him?"

I bit my lip, "I don't want to keep hurting him, but I can't breath without him. He's the one person in my life that I absolutely need." I paused, "You're not trying to end our arrangement are you?"

"What? Of course not. I could care less that you're married. I'm just saying if you really meant that you can't live without him, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be risking the fact that he could find out and it would be over. I think you are just scared of being without him. You could be happy with me."

I gritted my teeth, "I'm happy now. Wilmer doesn't know and if he ever finds out we'll cross that bridge when we get there. I'll figure something out. I'll see you in a few days."

Marc smiled, "See ya."

~*~

"Wilmer?"

"In here."

I walked into the kitchen and frowned when I saw him standing with his back to me, looking out the window, "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm fine Dems. Just thinking."

I walked over and put my arms around him, propping my chin on his shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"

"It doesn't matter." He smiled, and kissed my cheek, "Did you eat?"

I blinked a few times, wondering why he was changing the subject, but decided not to press him on the subject, "Yeah, at the studio. We ordered take-out."

His jaw flexed, and my brow furrowed, something was off.

"That's good. I got something on my way home."

The silence was tense and I didn't know why, "Okay..."

"I'm gonna go work out."

Wilmer pushed past me and went quickly down to the basement gym. I stood there for a few minutes, trying to figure out why he was so cold to me. He couldn't know, he'd have already confronted me about it. With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the couch and curled my legs under me as I sat, trying to figure this out. Music floated to my ears, which was ever weirder. Wilmer didn't like music when he worked out. It said it stopped his thought process. Was he trying not to think?

Wilmer

My gloved hands slammed against the heavy bag that was hung up in the corner of the home gym Demi and I had built. The music was blasting, because every now and then I'd let out a frustrated yell as I thought about Demi and the guy she was sleeping with. I had followed her this morning, she didn't go to the studio, she went right to the house shed been visiting on the GPS. I parked on the other side of the street and watched her walk up to the house and knock. He opened the door shirtless. Younger than me, maybe even younger than her. She kissed him, he didn't kiss her first. She kissed him. I was so angry, I could barely look at her when she came home tonight. I didn't want to kiss her, knowing that he already did today. I didn't want to touch her, because his hands had already held her body. I wanted to kill him, but I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want to confront her because I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want to have to deal with the fight, and the tears and her begging me to forgive her. I didn't want to deal with making her pack a bag and the loneliness of the realization that she wasn't going to come home to me anymore. I didn't want to deal with the thought that if I confronted her and she left, she'd run to his side.

A sharp pain in my hand made me yell out again, and I ripped off my glove to see my knuckles ripped wide open, blood gushing from them.

"Are you okay?"

My head snapped up to see Demi standing there and her eyes zeroed in on my hand, a gasp coming from her mouth.

"I'm fine."

"Let me see it." She walked over and went to touch my hand but I yanked it away like she'd burned me.

"I said, I'm fine." I said, my heart pumping wildly from the adrenaline of working out so hard.

"Wilmer you're being stupid just let me see you're hand."

"Just please, go away."

Demi stepped back, obviously hurt by my angry tone, "I just wanted to see if you were okay." She mumbled, "Never mind them."

I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling as she walked up the stairs. I didn't want to feel guilty for hurting her, but I couldn't help it. It was instinctual to follow her and apologize for being harsh. But I had to remind myself what she was doing to me, how much she was hurting me. With my mind set and my jaw locked, I began to hit the bag with my bare hands.

Later that night, when I came upstairs and got ready for bed, Demi was already laying down, curled into a small ball on her side. Her back was to me, but I could tell by the small tremors in her shoulders that she was crying. A pain went through my chest, but I kept reminding myself of the things she had done, the hurt she was putting me through and the marriage she was ruining every time she drove to his house and made the decision to betray me.

I got into bed, and turned my back to her, sighing heavily. When I turned out the lamp on my bedside table, her sniffling got even worse, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Demi, stop crying."

"I can't help it." She whispered, "I don't understand why you're being so mean to me."

I had to physically hold myself back from screaming at her, "I'm not. I'm just stressed out. I just want to go to sleep."

I felt her turn over on the bed, "Can you please look at me?"

I took a deep breath, then turned my head to look at her, trying not to lose myself in her big brown eyes that were filled with watery tears, "What?"

"I love you." She whispered.

I felt my chest tighten in anger, and hurt again, "I love you too."

She began to lean in, but I turned away quickly so I wouldn't have to kiss her goodnight. Her breath hitched, and she fell back against the pillows, "Do you?"

I didn't answer.

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