Sinful Affairs

face. She is so different from me. She is a beautiful blonde who has the most generous body, and the perfect shape. No woman holds a candle close to her when it comes to outer beauty. She is on

o was smiling with another woman. Now, I understand the angry look on her face, she was worried for me. Her attention was split for a moment and she was able to notice me. "Dorothy," She giggled and walked to me as soon as she saw me. "I have been waiting for you, these men won't just let me be. Being too pretty must be a crime," She joked and held my hand while we moved away from her admirers. "Well, it won't be bad to give one of them a chance. They aren't that bad,” I replied. She snorted like I said the most absurd thing ever. "Your taste sucks so much. Those men are bad. Like, have you seen their face? I love something that sparkles, something that shines," She continued, "A man who knows his way around women, who looks so bright when he smiles. The one who doesn't reek of alcohol but yet makes me intoxicated with his smell. A man that is like a diamond. That is what I want." She giggled as she picked a wine cup from one of the workers passing by. Lilly is so poetic, she could make money off that but she is wrong. There are a lot of man that sparkles but yet they are horrible and disgusting- like my husband. He would rather spend the night flirting with different girls than be here with me. "I want someone like him," Lilly inhaled while I stared at who she was talking about, and decided it was forbidden fruit. Marcelo. The man I have loved for all my life but can't even dream of having. The one that a woman lusts for but yet can't have. He shines just like a diamond, his presence is more powerful than anything in his world. To me and every woman, he was the number one most eligible bachelor in the country. Everything about him is so attractive, from his brown hair to his blue eyes, his perfect nose, his lips that I dreamed about most of the time and, his body, even the suit can't hide those muscles, he is perfectly made. Lilly is right. Men like this are just so different. They are dreamy. His looks make me perfect already, but his money is on another level and nobody in this room holds a candle compared to him or his family. He comes from a wealthy family in Italian. He is a set of his own, and I'm just a woman who has wanted him. “A fairytale, Dorothy,” I muttered, laughing. "Are you ok, girl?" Lilly asked while I fanned myself, embarras