Darius was waiting outside of the apartment when she come up from the garage. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw. He looked thinner but still as gorgeous as ever. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and shower his face with kisses but she kept her cool. “Hello, Darius,” she said walking up to him. The look in his eyes made her knees go weak.
His eyes were restless on her face and his expression was tense. How he ached to take her in his arms and kiss her. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Hello, Rhoda. It’s so good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too. Let’s go inside.”
“Is this where you’re living now?” he asked as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Yes. It’s my cousin’s place. She’s not here. She’s out of the country and won’t be back until next month. She’s a journalist so she travels a lot.”
“Are you living here?”
“No, I come here to water her plants and to make sure that everything okay.” She opened the door and allowed him to precede her into the foyer. She took his jacket and removed hers and hung them in the closet. Then, she took off the beret and put it on top of the table beside her car keys and handbag. “Let’s go into the living-room.”
He followed her into the elegant and spacious room. Lots of natural light came through the large windows. In the distance, he could see the Empire State Building. “Nice place,” he remarked.
“Yes, it is. I thought we would be more comfortable here. Would you like something to drink?”
I would much rather hold you in my arms, he thought as he sat down on the sofa, his eyes fixated on her face. “How have you been, Rhoda?”
“Surviving,” she replied. “What about you?”
“I’m divorced now.”
“I know. Michael told me.”
“Are you and he still together?”
“No. When he told me about your divorce, I came clean with him. Now he hates me. I wrecked his aunt’ marriage.”
“I’m really sorry about how things turned out. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt Vanessa and Michael. I don’t blame them for hating me. I deserve it. What I did to them was unforgivable.”
Rhoda sighed. “I feel cut up about it too.”
Darius got up from the sofa and went over to her. “I don’t regret us,” he said. “I don’t regret falling in love with you and the affair.”
She looked up at him. “I don’t regret meeting or falling in love with you either. I ended our affair because you were married.”
“I’m not married anymore.”
“That’s why I invited you here,” she replied, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing against him, her heart in her eyes as she met his smoldering ones. “I was hoping that we could reconnect–” she didn’t finish what she was saying because he wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was moving feverishly on hers.
After several minutes of exchanging hungry kisses, he raised his head and muttered thickly, “I love you so damned much, Rhoda.”
“I love you too, Darius,” she gasped.
“Promise me that we will never be apart again.”
“I promise but there isn’t anything or anyone to keep us apart.”
“No, there isn’t.” He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.
The following day, he bought a ring and over dinner at his place, he proposed. She readily accepted. They waited for a while before they announced their engagement to their families. The following May, they got married in a small, intimate ceremony.
Adultery hurts so many people.