The Story of Sophia started with a short story, in 2015. First published in 2017 -also when I first shared it with Writers Group. I can’t believe it’s already 2019! Well, here is a very short (first) chapter. It is intentional, to be this short. It’s mean to be catchy. It’s supposed to have an unusually short structure/length, to allow me to put all the best things in there, without spilling too much about the story, and creating a “I want more” feeling. I’ll share the next chapter (very regular, 10 pages+) here between this week and the next. But if you want a taste of the first short story, which was about a different affair, link will be on the bottom!
Book: The Story Of Sophia – Betrayal
Chapter 1: Torn.
I have always been a liar. And I am a very good liar.
I believed I would be stronger. I wanted to be faithful. Trustworthy. Instead, it is 2AM and I am lying in white cotton sheets of a hotel bed, in a room so quiet I can hear my thoughts. Torn between letting myself enjoy our first night together or replay the reasons why I feel guilty about my lies.
It has been almost two years since I started seeing Alex. Twenty one months, to be exact. We have never been able to spend a night together. Our meetings are shorter than any business meetings I have ever attended. I nearly rip my clothes off, excited to finally be with him and painfully aware of the little time I have left. Kisses are rare. Secondary. But when my lips touch his, I don’t ever want to let go. It tastes of sin. Of perfection. A sensation so hard to describe, but that causes me to constantly bite down my lips, to perhaps help contain my desire. Everything we are, consumes me. For those 30 minutes, I am a different person. It is a different life. And I am free. Through movements and images that blur together after every encounter, we enjoy the sex, get dressed, then go back to work.
This is the partner I have been waiting for, for twenty nine years. But we met at the wrong time. And there never was nor would have ever existed a right time to meet him. The right time would have been when I was twenty one, before life confined me in a destiny I can’t walk away from. When I was twenty one, Alex was ten years old.
So here we are, doing the best we can with this unusual relationship. Him, believing I am getting out of a long and complicated relationship. And me, knowing I will never really do so.