Viva Las Vegas

“I can't wait to enjoy you next week in Vegas.” Hunter whispered in my ear while I laid in his arms after making love. Looking up at him he had a huge satisfying smile on his face. He wanted to take me somewhere to relax, enjoy myself and get my mind together. To be my knight and shining armor.
I was really excited about this trip but I had other thoughts on my mind. For the first time since meeting Hunter my mind wasn't completely focused on him. I didn't tell him about my pregnancy scare or the guilt. Not yet. I wanted to make some kind of inner peace.

“I can't wait. It should be fun.” I replied to him. Hunter's phone buzzed and after reading the text he had a strange look on his face. “My wife is asking if everything is okay between us.” My heart sank. I wanted to cry. This isn't going in the direction that I thought it was going to go.

“Why would she ask you that.” I said blinking back the tears and not making eye contact. This poor woman. She has no concrete proof that I'm laying here with her husband, but her intuition is telling her everything she needs to know. Never underestimate a woman's intuition.

“Last night we tried to have sex and I couldn't get hard. That has never happen to me. Usually I can stay hard as long as I want. It freaked me out a little and definitely her.”

“Why couldn't you get hard?” I asked getting out of bed.

“Cause it wasn't you.”

What did he just say? I couldn't nor did I want to finish the conversation. Quietly, I walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. I knew that Hunter thought I was crazy but I couldn't speak to him. Does he want a divorce? Does he want to date me full-time? These aren't questions that I want to ask and I don't want the answers to them either. I heard Hunter come into the bathroom and close the door. Within seconds he was in the shower with me. Looking into his brown eyes my innate reaction was to kiss him. My fingers lingered on his chest. I couldn't move. Finally, Hunter pulled me close and we kissed. There was long passionate kisses and short flirty kisses. These kisses was truly intimate. No words were spoken verbally but our kisses said everything that our heart's wanted to say.

After we showered and got dressed we walked downstairs to return to our daily lives. We met at our usual hotel in Mid-town.

“So I will see you the day after tomorrow?” I asked Hunter. We had decided to have a dinner date. He nodded yes and took a chance and kissed me passionately in public. Either one of us tried to look incognito. This was the first time that we showed affection in public.

Sitting inside the taxi I decided to meet Rachel at her store. Looking out the window I saw tens of hundreds of women. All these women have separate lives. Every woman has an unique story. Not just any story but a love story. Then and there I decided what I wanted my new career to be. I wanted to be a ghostwriter. I wanted to help women get their love stories told whether it was in a novel, screenplay or blog format. With my new real life experience with Hunter I realized that every woman has a story waiting to be told. We as women have a public life and a private life. I wanted to capture these stories and let the world know about them.

I was ready for my next phrase in life. There was a lot of work that needed to be done. But first I had to get ready for Vegas and find some inner peace.