There was something different about the woman in the mirror, she used to look at herself and admire her new lingerie, clean cut diamond crusted bras that mount her large breast and matching thong set. As the star model, my curvaceous body glimmers with oil and sparkles, even as the pad of my fingers trace across the curved outline of my waist, down to the width of my hips, trying to admire the brand-new set for me to wear.

Yet, all my fascinations were keen towards a different cause, I wasn't the same person I was weeks prior. At the top of my career, deals with brands, and now expense paid trips to my dream lands, instead now all I see is the face of a liar.

Flustered eyes visibly twinkling in the corners at the thoughts of another individual, reminiscing the feel of his massive hands and the muscles hidden underneath those clothes, those lips and that oh so dreamy rich accent.

Each day I recite to myself this will blow over, it is only a mere fascination, I'm happily married, my mind and body are solely for my husband. But then would venture off to any secret room and rubbed myself until I implode within from ecstasy. My, oh my, I just keep digging new holes for myself.

My gaze floats up to the clock above my vanity dresser, for no particular reason other than to change my mindset and hope it races fast enough. I haven't necessarily been in a cheery mood as of lately, especially since I still harbor dark secrets. Just from the gaze of Philips eyes, he holds me high like a trophy, treasuring me with his love and kisses.

I place my hands against the edge of my vanity dresser, the guilt hangs like weights on my shoulders, enough is enough. I just need to come clean.

The sound my door creaks open slightly, and I heard a lowly groan of a woman on the outside. Steadily I position myself on my seat quickly finding any sort of distraction to pervade my current thoughts just as I spotted the individual.

Sluggishly, Analisa stumbles in, in an all-white flare sleeved dress with a half empty bottle of water in her hand. Through the mirror I study her, trailing my eyes admirably at her curves and naked legs. The room instantly looms with a rich fragrance of Chanel, almost unbearable. It was clear to me instantly she went through great lengths to cover up any indications that she was still drunk from last night.

"Close this please" she groans, her finger finds the switch of the light, dimming the room as she settles for the couch.

"You'll only make people more suspicious with all that perfume." Tears brim the bottom lid of my eyes, a sharp pinch at my nose as I let out a slight cough. Waving my hand in the air to somehow disperse the strong fragrance.

"I never want to drink again."

The silence settles the room, my eyes keen on hers, with a creeping smirk. Feeling my glare she removes her forearm from her eyes, a ghost of a smirk on her face, and before we know it, we both roar with laughter.

"We all say that, and we all lie." I wheeze.

My statement only entices more giggles from her before she winced, "Ow, don't make me laugh" she whines, and her eyes peer up to me, "How was yesterday when you went home to Philip?"

In the midst of the amusement, yesterday's events floods in my brain with the mention of the question. "Oh my Gosh, Guess what."

She caught hold of my expression and adjusted her head to be attentive.

I survey the closed door but still kept my voice to a minimal. "There were cops at my house yesterday."

"What the fuck?" she creases her brow. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain it all, but first last night at the club, can you remember if you ran into the Yovich's?"

I watch as her head slightly fall, her eyes squinted as she scans around the floor, digging through the grainy memory. "Oh, wait. I did." she remembered. "Yea, you went to the bathroom while I was still at the bar, and she just sat right next to me on the stool." Like putting a puzzle piece together. "Why?"

"She got robbed, while she was at the club."

"Oh my gosh, what, how do you know?"

"So, I get home, and there were cops everywhere, all parked on the lawns, and whatnot. I go inside and I see Philip and a bunch of other cops."

"Why so many cops, were they solving a murder case?" she ridicules.

I shrug my shoulders, "You know rich people are taken more seriously than any other matter."

"True."

"But yea, I go inside, and Ryan was talking to some detective. Apparently there has been a stream of robberies within the last year, I think he said."

"Who said that?"

"The detective."

"In the last year, 10?!" she emphasized, and my eyes float to the door.

"Shh" I hissed, careful not to garner any attention. "But yes girl, and get this, the detective told us these were scattered burglaries, and all of them are from Philips company."

Analisa's eyes widened before her brows creased, thinking over something. "Honey that is scary, you need to be careful. Philip might be next since he is the chairman."

"Exactly."

"Have you opted for any cameras? alarms or whatnot?"

"Philip says don't worry about it, I mean unless they steal the house from under our feet. We don't necessarily keep anything valuable in the house for this particular reason, you know we live a private life. The Yovich's will brag about everything any chance they get."

She laughs breathily, "Right. Look at this million-dollar jewelry my husband got me from Germany." She mocks with a voice.

"I just came back from a three-month vacation In Saudi-Arabia, and they gifted me a rare diamond," I follow, mocking her voice.

"But seriously sweety, be careful, get bolts for the doors, or something."

"I'll talk to Philip about it, no one knows where we live that's the thing. When he hosts any events or ceremonies, he usually rents out a place far from the house."

"Ugh he is stubborn."

I agreed to the statement. My mouth parts to speak when I catch my words mid-sentence with the sound of a loud knock. Analisa groans.

"Mrs. Campbell were ready for you."

"Be right out, thank you." The footsteps recede.

"My gosh your loud,"

"Sorry."

"What are you doing after work, and have you packed yet for Italy?"

I stand up, turning to the mirror. With the help of a glowing lamp placed on the dresser stand I check myself in the mirror. "Hmm, not yet and afterwards I'm going to the market, Philip wants his favorite dish tonight and I don't have the ingredients. What about you?"

"Mm, I'm going to catch up on the 'One shot series' and chug down Ice cream."

"Sounds like a plan," I giggle heading to the door, "Love you."

"Love you too."

***

"Mm, I do need some Banana's" I speak to myself in the produce department, "Maybe I'll take a couple and make a smoothie."

My eyes roam around the sections of fruits and vegetables, my naked arm touched by the cold temperature, eyeing the long, thick fruits. "Hmm, this one is - I wrap my hand around it - pretty firm. The hook of the bin rests in my elbows, as I stood there feeling it up.

What is next on the - "Oh, I am so sorry." I say bumping into someone behind me. A brunette with a messy bun.

When the figure turns to me than, "Oh, Mrs. Yovich."

"Destiny? oh, my goodness" She raised a slender arm and wraps in around my shoulders pressing her hard breasts into me. "Oh, I am so glad to see you." she sighs.

"Same, I was so worried."

Her tight embrace loosens around me, and she slowly pulls away to look into my eyes. "So, you've heard?" she whispered. Now that she was this close, I saw the heavy bags under her eyes, and the red of her pupils, almost as if she has been unwell since that night. Rightfully so.

Her arm falls to her side in defeat, "great now the chairman knows about this." she groans in dejection. "I feel so robbed."

I nodded, diverting my eyes elsewhere confusingly.

"I mean how could this happen to us, were not bad people." she huffs, "We always donate to the poor, we hug speak to people lower than us, and even appreciate poor people, and even paid less in taxes so it doesn't affect the economy, and this is our thank you." her eyes glosses.

I feel a chain of curse words clawing up my throat and quickly bit my tongue, but my expression remains hard. "You want to talk about it?" I said, swallowing the thick words.

She looks to my eyes, "Well, I -um-" I watch her fingers twiddle together, a sudden shift in her behavior as if she was hiding more information.

"Do you?" I raise a brow, cocking my head slightly to the side.

We stand in the middle of the section between the bananas and strawberries, low music emanates in the background before it was cut off by a worker over the speaker. My eyes on her as she struggles to find an expression to settle for, "Yes, please."

"Great, we can go to a brunch nearby here and -"

"I was having an affair." she blurts, two young women casts us a quick glance appallingly before giggling and tending to their own business.

"Uhh, we can speak more on it, over bru-"

"And, I think he had something to do with it." Her voice dims slightly.

Sharp chills prick down my spine and I swallow gravely to the eerie comment. Though I didn't ask for any information, I was more curious than ever. "Let's speak over brunch" I cut her off, "Please."

***

She sips her mimosa, looking away to the beach over the railing with her chin resting on her palm, absentmindedly. "I don't even remember how it happened to be honest, but I just couldn't stop."

I nod, cutting into my salmon. "Take your time."

"Well, I don't think I ever saw him before in this town ever, but when I saw him, he looked familiar." she groaned pausing for a moment to self-reflect, my eyes are keen on her expression, as well as studying the overdone lip filler and Botox. "I've never really told anyone this before, but things haven't been going great for Leo and I." she confessed taking another sip.

"Oh no, what do you mean?"

She glances around the outside diner cautiously and leans in, to whisper. "Sex"

I nearly chocked, holy shit. Did I just relate to her on something? suddenly now I was more interested than before. "Oh, what do you mean?"

"I'm saying I wasn't satisfied as when we were younger and more frivolous than we were before, and believe me we have had sex everywhere, even in the sky." she huffs. "Yet now, he isn't, well we, aren't exactly as young as we used to be. But his sex drive is not up to par, he has gained weight, and now even smells like bacon."

I listen to her words, finding how this was relatable, Philip is handsome, charming, and loving. A smile creeps over me as I think of him, he isn't any of those things and he is successful, and he was also my husband, whom I have kept secrets from.

"This guy was younger,"

I blink from my gaze to look over to her.

"Dashing, attentive and worked really great around the house."

"Worked around the house?"

Once more she glances around searching for any wondering eyes. "We aren't exactly experts on technology, not this old brain." she laughs, "He was very good at installing software, fixing computers, and basically upgrading our systems to the latest technology." she shrugs. "But -"

I align my head.

"But there was something that always felt ... off."

"How so?"

"I was uncomfortable in my own house, kind of like I was being watched no matter where I went. At first, I thought nothing of it and just assumed perhaps this is the feeling of latest technology, but I couldn't fool myself anymore. I was being watched."

A cold front waved through me, "That's why you think you think -"

"It wasn't a thought; I know I was being watched."

"Did you speak to him about it?"

"I tried to bring it up all the time, but I kept getting lost in those dark eyes, the radiant skin, the young strong physique of his muscled arms. He had me tongue tied, and I didn't even know it." she nods disapprovingly, looking away back to the beach out in beyond as the sun hid behind a cloud.

"Why don't you tell the police?"

"Because than I would have to admit of my affair, and plus I never saw him again."

"Oh, my goodness I am so sorry, but apparently you aren't the only one I hear, this has been going on for over a year I heard, and to Philip's employees."

With another sip to her mimosa, she tips the edge of the glass to me. "Be careful sweety, and never trust a pretty face. It is a good thing were friends."

Once again, I bite my tongue, swallowing the chains of curses crawling up my throat.