A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Unbeknown to him, a smirk played on Nancy’s lips.

“Matthew…” Turning around, she leaned against his chest, her tears dampening his clothes.

The man then let go of her and gently wiped the tears tricking down her face as he saw nothing but his own reflection in her eyes.

Tiptoeing, Nancy snaked her hands around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

Matthew tried to shove her again, but instead of letting go, the woman began to kiss him harder. It wasn’t long until he returned the gesture, placing a hand on the back of her head. Then, with their clothes scattered all over the floor and just as Matthew had pinned her to the couch to take the final step, his phone rang.

The man returned to his senses as soon as he glanced at the screen, and he rejected the call before shifting himself away from Nancy.

“I have to go,” he declared before picking his clothes up and putting them on, only for the woman to cling to him. “Stay with me longer.”

Matthew wanted to do as she asked, but he knew he had to leave.

do such things with her anymore, given how his wife at home had continued to love him, stay by his side, and bear his children without a second thought, all the while knowing his

hurt her this

of him and knelt down,

this for him, and yet someone as prideful

relishing in the moment, Matthew couldn’t help

him that she was willing to go so

he stopped the woman and

at her

pick up once he gets busy

to tease her mother. “But if you feel bad about leaving

were getting along better these days, it was true that she missed him. Still, she knew she couldn’t be with him at all

mother was unwell and lived a fair distance away from them, so they would have to pack a few days’ worth of clothes before

about to leave forty minutes later, Melissa dialed her husband’s number again, hoping to tell him that