Chapter 4 GETTING TO KNOW SAMANTHA

That night Cristopher arrived home, to my surprise he was very happy, and he brought me a giant bouquet of flowers, it was well prepared, and smelled delicious, they were fresh and beautiful flowers. He came in whistling and smiling, he danced with the same melody he was intoning with his mouth. "Hey family! Oh, but my wife, how beautiful you are today, woman" he comes closer and gives me a wet kiss on the mouth, while he hands me the bouquet "A flower for another flower, both equally divine". "And why so much happiness dear?", I tell him with a sarcastic tone, but not enough to sound real, while I extend my arms to receive the flowers "They are very beautiful, thank you very much, Cris" I kiss him back on his cheek My husband had not had dinner with us for a long time, but that night he did, he sat in the dining room, my children and I were happy for a moment, even if it was not true what he was doing for us, the false minutes of happiness he gave us strengthened my family, he was not very close to Camille, but that day he talked to her as if he was her real father. When dinner is over, I help the maid to clear the table, and I take Santiago to bed. "Mom, your husband is too strange, believe me if we didn't know about Samantha, I would swear he is changing, he does love us," my daughter reproaches me ironically, "Dear, I don't know it, but his plans are not good, he and Samantha are planning to leave me in the house". "Dear, I don't know, but his plans are not good, he and Samantha are planning to leave me in the street, I'm sure, and I must avoid it at all costs". "By the way, mom, tomorrow I invited Samantha out, I told her you would go shopping and eating with us, she is so basic that she loves those things, so you will have the opportunity to get to know her better". "Thank you, daughter, I know this is hard for you, but it won't be for long." "In fact, no mom, if she wasn't my stepfather's mistress, I swear she would be an excellent friend, she may be superficial, but she is an excellent person as a companion." "I tell her funny, what she had just told me made me feel funny, how could a woman who was only looking for a man's money and acted as if she was a little prepaid girl be good." I roll my eyes upwards and shake my head, what could this Samantha have that everyone loved? I head to the bedroom, and see my husband is reading a book, he looks so sexy with his glasses, he is a spectacular mature man, as soon as he sees me walk in he closes it, and directs his gaze to where I am. "I was waiting for you, my love," says Christopher with a giant smile. "To me?" I say ironically. With his hand he hits the part of the bed that corresponds to me, but he does it so I can lie closer to him. I feel nervous, every time I had found him being unfaithful, he behaved affectionate, and tried to make me forget everything with false actions, this time he was doing the same, but it came naturally to him, it seems he wanted his plan to be so perfect, that I couldn't even suspect him. "Let me put on my shirt for sleep" I go to a drawer on the counter to get something for tonight, and head to the bathroom to change. "You don't have to go to the bathroom, get dressed in front of me, it's a pleasure for me to see your delicious body." Cristopher, sits up straighter on the bed, and his look is naughty, I see him biting his lower lip and that makes me shiver, inside me I was thinking, does my husband want me? I do what he asks me, and I feel how with his eyes he devours every inch of my body, I am totally naked in front of him, he gets out of bed, stands up, and walks towards me, it had been a long time since I had seen my husband naked with the light on, his muscular body looked spectacular and his crotch under that boxer stood up in front of me, with every step he took. I look him up and down and watch my husband how desirous he is, my intimate zone begins to succumb with his charms, my breasts were hard, and my breathing had accelerated, he noticed how my chest was rising and falling. "Are you nervous my dear?" He says to me while with his hand he runs a strand of my hair back behind my ear. "No, of course not, why should I be?" I tell him with my voice almost trembling, although I tried to carry in my head that everything was a lie I was about to fall under his entanglements, he was taking advantage of how much I loved him. "I want you to be mine, in fact, our marriage certificate says that you are mine until death do us part," Cristopher begins to kiss my neck, making me emit a soft moan. Suddenly on his night table his phone starts ringing, he was still with my neck, without giving it importance, he was kissing me, and his body was rubbing against mine, but the tension changed when the phone kept ringing insistent. Christopher approaches the table and picks it up, his face is now a poem, I see him texting something, and he looks at me with a closed mouth smile. "Did something happen?" I ask frustrated. "Yes, it's an emergency at the company, I should go for a moment, but I'll be back in a couple of hours," he starts to dress in the same clothes she wore during the day, puts on some perfume and approaches me, I put on my shirt for sleep quickly so as not to remain naked in front of her humiliation. "Give me a kiss dear, I'll be right back," he reaches for my mouth, but I immediately turn it away, put my cheek to him and he runs away. I sit on the bed, and I didn't understand why Christopher simply didn't ask me for a divorce and we reached an agreement, he had no need to make me believe that he was changing to hurt me more, a sea of mixed feelings had my chest congested. That night he did not arrive, he simply sent me a text telling me: "it got complicated in the company dear, see you tomorrow, kisses with love". I woke up in a bad mood, I had a terrible night, I couldn't stop thinking about my husband and the "girls' afternoon" I would have with my daughter and Samantha. I pick them up at the university at dismissal time, and there she was, Samantha was wearing a small top and a jean tight to her body, her hair was in a roll and although her face was still beautiful, she had a lot of dark circles under her eyes. "Hello, girls, shall we go!" I say to both while I keep looking at my husband's mistress. "Hi, mom" "Hi Miss. Amanda, I'm starving this morning I didn't get to eat much" could you take us to lunch first?" Samantha asks me as if I were a little girl. "Sure, let's get something to eat" I drive to a place where they sell delicious fast food, she seems like a nice girl, all the way we talked and she was smiling, she was too friendly. When we arrived at the place, the three of us sat at a table, my daughter in front of me and I in front of her. She was chatting on her cell phone while waiting for the food. "And tell me something about you Sami, can I call you Samantha, if you don't mind?" "You can call me whatever you want! Miss. Amanda" she stretches out her hand and takes mine giving it a soft caress and winks at me. I take advantage of that confidence and ask her a little more. "Sami and how old are you?" I ask her straightforwardly. "I know I'm a little older than your daughter, but we get along very well, she's very mature for her age and I'm happy to be part of her social circle, besides I don't have many friends, the girls in my semester hate me," she giggles mockingly. "I understand, I can imagine, poor you," I said ironically. To myself I thought to myself, who wouldn't hate her, if she wasn't a young creeper. "But look, Mrs. Amanda, it doesn't affect me, I have always been a very lonely girl, besides, since I have my boyfriend and Camille, everything is fine, they complement me". "Of course! your boyfriend, is he really nice to you?" I want to glare at her, but my daughter grimaces at me and I restrain myself. "Yes, quite a lot, she loves me very much" She takes a sip of her drink, she was really spoiled, she spoke spoiled, although it was not unpleasant to talk to her, she had a charm, but with her charm she was staying with my family. "And who is your boyfriend? of course if we can know," I asked enthusiastically. "Of course! you can know, his name is Zach Holmes, look here is his picture" She shows us her phone, and it is a picture of her with a charming guy about her age, in the picture they look very happy, and they are kissing. My daughter and I gave each other a look, she was surprised, she choked on her drink and spit it out in front of me, I couldn't resist laughing nervously, I was even more confused, if Samantha has a boyfriend named Zach, what was he doing in my husband's car, I didn't understand now absolutely nothing. "My friend! but what happened? are you ok?" Samantha asks my daughter, while smiling mockingly and passing her a napkin, now she covers her mouth, what happened to Camille, makes her laugh a lot and they start joking. I feel a relief to know that she is not my husband's mistress, she was a very young girl and it seems that she is very sweet, I felt ridiculous at that moment, but I had to find out the reason why she had gotten out of my husband's truck that day, and more I needed to know why she had given him money, but I still had a dilemma, who was my husband's mistress?