His Unforgettable Night

I've tried to forget him.

He's engraved in my mind like I haven't seen him for over six months. I can still remember his touch, his hands roaming all over my body, the feeling of his mouth touching every inch of me. How he was able to give me the best orgasm I ever had.

I can still hear his whispers that sent me over the edge. I can feel the tightness in my stomach as he held me from my release. He's the kind of memory that will haunt you in a good and bad way.

My night with him didn't just revolve around sex. I got my first tattoo with him. The butterfly tattoo that we both got on our hands didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but it was probably because I was drunk at the time.

That was the first time I was able to laugh and feel good without it feeling forced. The passion and excitement didn't last long. I had a husband to go back to while feeling an immense amount of guilt. I came up with a good lie about the tattoo and why I was out all night, luckily, he believed me.

Six months later and he still doesn't know. I still haven't told my husband that I had the best sex of my life. That I can't get that Greek God out of my mind. Alessandro will truly be a memory that'll be hard to forget, I thought to myself.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from my computer and saw my assistant, Joseline. She had light brown hair and dark ocean eyes, wearing a simple dark purple knee-high skirt and a white button up. "Your 6:00 is here."

"Send her in." Joseline nodded and walked back to the front. I pulled out Miranda's file from my desk drawer and a few papers she'd need to sign.

"Mrs. Escarra." She greeted with a smile. She wore a coffee brown maxi bodycon dress that hugged her slim figure well.

"Hi Miranda. Please, take a seat." I set her file down on my desk and took a seat just as she did. "How's your day?"

"Good. Yours?"

"Great." I gave her a small smile and she set her purse on the chair beside her. "Now, about your case. I highly doubt we'll be able to reach the amount you're hoping for with your divorce. Your husband has agreed to settle and give you the house, cars and half a million dollars. The judge will most likely see this as more than enough."

She moved her hair behind her ear and scooted to the edge of the seat. "He, Brandon, cheated on me and got her pregnant while we were trying for a child. I want to leave him broke. I'm not settling until I get what I want."

I sighed and out the papers back into the folder, already knowing her decision. "I understand believe me I do. But the judge will not care if he broke your marriage vows. Most judges, similar to the one we're dealing with, just want to get cases like these over with. You'd be spending more money than you'd get out."

I folded my hands on my desk while she took a moment to think about it. "Will you still fight it if I didn't want to settle?" Biting back a sigh, I nodded. "Then I'd like to get what I'm owned."

Miranda gave me more details on the affair Brandon had and I went over legal things about it with her for an hour. She grabbed her purse and stood up. "Thank you again. See you Wednesday."