It was her own fault, she had let it happen.
It was Bibi’s birthday party, and the secret that Eliza learned was that that young it was really just an adult party. She and Rafecatered the entire thing, and there was flowing liquor which made everyone happier.
She was starting to work from home, so she even invited some of her coworkers to the party and it was lovely. Bibi looked like a doll, and she enchanted everyone. She looked like a mini her, and it was clear that Rafe doted on their little girl.
And Oscar, he was her godfather and was as easy with her daughter as if she was his. She saw Bibi, on his lap, and Oscar’s love for her was so obvious.
Eliza turned to tiptoe out of the room, but Bibi went exposed her and she could not help but pick her up and kiss her belly which made her squeal with delight.
Oscar stood up next to her,
“She is beautiful, just like her mother.”
Eliza smiled, and handed her baby to Jeannewho had walked into the room. She was going to follow her sister and daughter, but she felt Oscar’s hand on her shoulder.
“I have to ask you again Eliza, is she mine?”
Eliza swallowed and looked up at him. She could smell the soft Laphroaig on his breath, and his hand dug into her not with pain but with passion.
“Rafe is my husband and her father, I told you that.”
“Eliza—” he started, but then moved his hand and kissed her neck.
She couldn’t take that from him right then, but he kissed her and sucked on the soft skin there. Eliza closed her eyes, and imagined how many times she imagined if she had married Oscar and he was Bibi’s father. Not because she did not love Rafe, but because she could have made that happen.
She did not.
“Oscar—”
“I need you,” he breathed, and she heard him unzip his pants.
That sound was Pavlovian, she wanted what it meant so much. In the dark corner of the apartment, it was just the two of them and she wanted it.
He always made her world spin, but she did not want it to spin out of control…
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