Break from the kiss

Eventually I pulled back."Emma. We have to stop. I'm married. You know that, fullwell. right? And I can't go through with this."

I ruefully watched on as Emma's already brittle heart broke once more. It happened in slow motion, the fall of her cheekbones, the drop of her jaw, the rising tears, the loss of faith in men, love as well as life. It then dawned on her what she had done.

Emma stepped backwards, her eyes quickly filling with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"No. Don't be. It's…"

"Oh, God, what have I done? I've turned into everything I hate." Emma faced about, showing me her back then stormed away in tears, cutting through the crowd of drunk colleagues… all watching her, then looking at me, wondering what the fuck just happened.

I had humiliated Emma in front of everyone. And because of this felt terrible and that I needed apologize.

I followed Emma into the grand hotel and down the moodily lit corridors to the opulent state rooms. My voice taut I shouted after Emma, "Em, wait."She slowed down."Where are you going?"

"To my room."

"You booked a room? It... It must have a cost a bomb."

"I was hoping…" Emma stopped outside what took as her room. She stared at me through tear filled eyes. Her mascara running in riveilletes of black. "... that you would have made it worth every penny."

"There is nothing more I would have wanted… but."

"There's always a but."

"I wish there wasn't."

"But that's the sign of a good man. A loving and loyal man. The man I have wanted since you showed me such kindness and friendship. A man I would love to love me. And that's why I love you so much." Emma stepped up to me and embraced me, resting her head against mine. "Forgive me for being drunk and emotional. But I fear,.." Emma's body began to quake as she began to cry. "... i fear I have fallen in love."

I now felt guilty for my wife and for Emma. For I had played my part. I had worked Emma hard. But I never expected this. I never realised I was in fact a womanizer.

So I became Emma's comforter in chief.

We stayed in each others arms for what felt like hours but must have only minutes. Emma cried into the crux of my neck as she clung to me tight, repeating her apologies over and over again.

Finally, Emma gathered herself enough to step back but still held my hand, gesturing, longingly towards the door of the bedroom... Wanting me to follow. Yet Emma said nothing.

I looked at Emma intensely while I battled my inner self. Do I, or don't I? That is the question.

I shook my head.

But Emma came back with. "OK. But at least keep me company while I freshen up. I just don't want to be alone."

I took a deep sigh then nodded. "I suppose it's the least I can do."

The room was mood lit. A king size bed never looked so inviting. But instead of undressing and jumping in it with Emma, I sat on the end with my hands on my knees... Trying not to look awkward but failing miserably.

Emma rested her hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of her heels one at a time. She them looked down at the black fingerprints on her chest and flank of on her dress. "Oh, look. My makeup is everywhere. Be a darling and please help me out of my dress... Seeing as you're responsible for this."

"Erm... sure." I stood up and unfastened the clasp on the back of the neckline of Emma's gown, then gave the zipper a light pull.

"Thanks, but pull the zipper all the way down."

I pulled zip down the slight curve of Emma's spine until it reach the small of her back and swell of her ass. But before I could retreat to bathroom to give her privacy, she began to wiggle out of her dress. Within seconds her white alabaster skin was on show, contrasting perfectly with the dark purple plunge bra.

I watched as this elegant creature emerged out of the dress.

Emma then pulled out the pins which was holding her blond hair in a bun, and shook it free letting it fall in platinum waves.

Only in her plunge bra and tiny lace thong, Emma looked magnificent as broke the silence. "I'm not asking you to commit to me. I just want to feel loved. To pretend for the night that I haven't fucked up my life."

"Emma. You haven't."

"I gave up my career as a model for a man who betrayed me. Put on weight and too old to start out again. And now I've ruined my reputation at work. I'm an emotional wreck and I fear I'm crazy."

"I won't let anyone say anything about you. And I will help fix you."

"You're a good man."

"And that is why I..." My lips were sealed by Emma's painted fingernail. "Don't make me beg... Because I will."

Emma dropped to her knees in front of me.

And I closed my eyes and prayed for forgiveness.

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