Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Kyle’s head was beginning to ring. “Yes… she mentioned you.”

Dale looked him up and down and laughed. “I sure hope she did!” His laughter calmed and his expression turned serious. “I just got home and listened to the message Fiona left on our answering machine. I came over right away. I knew Monique would be with her best friend.” He frowned in concern. “Hey, you aren’t looking too good. Are you ok?”

Kyle nodded shakily. “Did… did you speak with Monique in Las Vegas?”

Dale’s eyebrows went up. “Yes… we spoke on the phone a few days ago. Why?”

Kyle’s stomach began to cramp, badly. “You didn’t meet her at her hotel yesterday?”

The older man frowned at him. “I was in Denver until last night. What’s this about? Is Monique ok?” he asked with a genuine concern that sent a spike through Kyle’s guts. He found himself nodding to ease the man’s mind while his own was spinning out of control.

His thoughts flashed back to Monique’s confession in the Mexican restaurant, the troubled night on the foldout, and the anxiety and tears she’d shown him the following morning. It all felt… so real! The surprise encounter at the motel, her desperation to find him, the subsequent… activities, his mind reeled at the scope of the lie. He’d fallen for it completely as she’d been so damn convincing. Maybe… maybe he’d just wanted to believe.

That final thought was enough to send Kyle’s stomach contents racing upwards.

He barely managed to get to the railing before he heaved over it onto the driveway below. He’d had very little for lunch so it was mostly water.

“Easy, easy son. Let it out.” Dale said calmly, bracing Kyle so he didn’t fall over the railing.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Finally, Kyle couldn’t heave anymore and Dale eased him back down to sit on the step and handed him a tissue. Kyle accepted it and wiped his mouth. “Sorry,” he croaked.

The older man touched his forehead with the back of his hand. “I don’t feel a fever. Stomach flu? Food poisoning?”

Kyle looked the man in the eye and wondered if he was going to be hit by him. He didn’t want another concussion but he wasn’t going to lie to the man. He looked away.

“Would you say Monique is a determined person? A person who focuses on what she wants and gets it?” he asked weakly.

Dale blinked in surprise at the odd question then laughed as he thought about it. “Oh yes! She can be a spoiled little brat. She doesn’t like being told no.”

“While we were in Vegas, I got punched in the head, twice in two days, and was diagnosed with a mild concussion-”

“AH!” Dale said, thinking this explained his vomiting but Kyle shook his head.

“Everyone was coming back to Santa Barbara but I wasn’t able to ride my motorcycle. Monique told us that you were coming to Las Vegas and she was staying behind to see you.”

“What?” the man said in confusion.

“Bear with me a moment. Monique let me use the fold out bed in her suite’s living room. I wasn’t allowed to do anything but rest so we relaxed by the pool and talked. It was really nice. At dinner that first night she told me you two were having trouble in your marriage. Then she told me she was going to ask you for a divorce when you came to the hotel the next day. I moved to a motel to give you both privacy.”

Dale’s expression was stony as he held Kyle’s eyes intently.

“This is where I ask you not to hit me. Not in the head at least.”

The man watched him grimly but nodded slightly.

“I don’t- I won’t be with a married woman. My parent’s marriage ended with infidelity and I promised myself I’d never become my father. Fiona knew that. Monique would have known as Fiona tells her everyting.”

He glanced again at Dale and the man still didn’t look like he was about to punch him so he continued.

“Monique came to my motel last night, soaking wet and frozen, looking pitiful. She told me she’d done it. She’d met with you, you talked, and you two were getting divorced.”

“Why would she say that?” Dale asked gruffly.

Kyle looked at him helplessly. “Fiona boasted about having sex with me to her friends but now that she’s with Cam… I think… I think Monique wanted a turn. So she could share the experience with her bestie. But, she was married so… she played me. All the lies. All the emotional triggers. I’ve never been so skillfully manipulated.” Kyle shook his head in disbelief. “It’s staggering.” He looked at the man whose face was clearly showing his inner turmoil as disbelief battled his knowledge of how his wife’s mind worked.

“I’m so sorry. I would never have allowed this to happen if I’d known the truth. If she hadn’t been so damn convincing.”

“Beautiful.” Dale muttered.

Kyle paused then nodded. “Yes, it’s one of her strongest weapons,” he agreed with a frown.

Dale suddenly looked lost. “I- I’ve never been able to refuse her anything. But… this is the first time she’s ever cheated on me… I think.”

“God, I feel so… guilty and sick… and furious, all at the same time,” Kyle snarled then he froze as he looked into Dale’s eyes. “Wait, why did she ask me to come back to Santa Barbara if you were going to be here?”

Dale nodded as his expression became bleak. “I wasn’t supposed to come home this weekend as I’m going to training camp for the next two months. She sounded a little off the last time I called her so I thought I’d surprise her.”

Kyle looked away and his jaw muscles jumped in his cheek. “Geezus.”

“I’d love to blame you and contribute to your concussion but I don’t think you deserve it and I’m not willing to lie to myself. I’m too old for that shit. My age is also likely part of the reason she did it. I’m sure not everything she told you about our marriage was a lie. We have been having difficulties, largely because of my schedule. She’d include those truths to make what she said easier to believe.” He waved his hand when Kyle went to speak. “Let’s go inside and say hello.” Dale stood and helped Kyle to his feet. “You go in first. I want to see her surprised look and see how she handles this.

Kyle nodded and took a deep breath to calm some of his trembling. He quietly opened the door and walked down the hall until he reached the living room. Dale waited back by the door.

Monique leapt to her feet as Kyle entered the doorway but he held up his hand to prevent her from approaching. Phoebe looked between them oddly.

“I’m so sorry, Kyle. I- I just got confused by how you handled Fiona. I should have known better.” Monique gushed.

Phoebe was watching, trying to figure out why Monique was acting possessive. “What happened after we all left?”

Kyle made to answer but Monique spoke first. “Nothing!” At Kyle’s surprised look she hastily continued. “I mean we relaxed, ate good food, and talked a lot.”

He looked at her questioningly. “What happens in Vegas…?” Monique was giving him an intense look to be quiet.

“Oh my god! You had sex with Monique?” Phoebe asked in surprise, staring at Kyle.

“Ah, she didn’t tell you about her divorce?” Kyle asked. Phoebe’s eyes flew to Monique in surprise.

“I haven’t told anyone anything Kyle. That’s the point. She was just guessing and you gave it away,” Monique said in flustered annoyance.

“I don’t understand. You asked me to come back with you to Santa Barbara, even before Fiona’s troubles. You never said I’d need to keep what happened a secret,” he said reasonably.

Monique looked at him for a moment and he could see the wheels turning. She was probably wondering just how little she could say to appease her friend’s curiosity while leaving her wiggle room. She nodded. “Ok, I didn’t. Right.” She looked to Phoebe. “Kyle and I had sex in Las Vegas.” Her lips closed and she was done.

“Because you’re getting divorced. I’d never ruin a marriage,” Kyle said and looked at Phoebe who was looking more comfortable with him but was still giving Monique a confused look.

“When did you decide to get a divorce? I thought you and Dale were doing well, aside from his busy schedule,” Phoebe asked.

“She spoke with Dale in Las Vegas when he came to visit her and he agreed to the divorce,” Kyle offered before Monique could speak.

“Really?” Phoebe asked.

Monique was painted into a corner and looked distinctly uncomfortable. She looked to Kyle but he just held her eyes expectantly. Finally, she answered. “Yes, yes he did.”

Phoebe looked back to Kyle and frowned. “Still, that was pretty quick for you to jump into bed with her.”

Kyle smiled sadly as he relived the night of the Great Lie. “It was the moment. Showing up at the door of my motel in a thunderstorm, soaking wet and freezing. She looked so lost… so sad and lonely. And after all those years of neglect too. It was too much. My resistance crumbled. I guess I’m a sucker for a sob story.” That last line came out a little more bitter than he’d intended.

Monique became indignant. “It wasn’t a sob story! After what I went through, it was a plea for help and you were there for me in my hour of need- DALE!”

“Hello, Monique,” the older man said with a sad smile as he walked into the room. “If you were that unhappy, if you wanted a divorce, you could have just spoken with me about it.”

“What?” Phoebe asked, her voice tapering off in her confusion.