"I have to go into work today" Max tells me as we sit down and eat our breakfast. He ended up firing the maid that he was sleeping around with yesterday. I was only able to see when the front door slammed shut behind her.

I look up at the butler as he sets down a glass of fresh orange juice in front of me. His eyes never meet mine and for some reason, it hurts. "Are you listening?" I quickly turn my attention to Max and smile, "yes, when will you be back home?" I ask.

"Around six" he speaks, I watch him stand and give me a quick kiss on the forehead before he leaves. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, "it seems that you two have worked things out" I open my eyes when I hear Aeneas speak. He picks up my half empty plate, "sort off" I whisper.

Aeneas leaves into the kitchen with my plate and Max's. A little while later he returns, "does this mean that you and I, can't see each other?" I look at him with confusion, "what do you mean?" I ask him.

The butler smirks down at me, he sits down on the chair that Max was sitting on. I watch him reach for the fruit basket and grab a red apple.

"Like I said, that you and I can't see each other anymore?" The butler takes a bite out of the red apple. My eyes fall on his perfectly shaped lips, that move as he chews. "Eyes up here, sweetheart" my eyes quickly move up to meet his. "You and I, were never seeing each other" I whisper. Aeneas nods his head.

"What about our kiss?" My eyes widen, I quickly glance around to make sure that the maid didn't hear. "That's in the past, that kiss meant nothing" I answer him in a hiss. The butler tilts his head to the side as he takes another bite from his apple. "So you're saying, that if I kiss you right now, it won't mean a thing?" I nod without thinking about it.

He is a butler and I'm a married woman. Aeneas puts his apple down, he stands up and looks down at me with a blank look on his face. "I think our kiss meant more to you than what you lead on" my eyes meet his and I feel myself get sucked right into his bright blue eyes that seem like pools of water. Aeneas slowly leans down and stops before his lips are even able to touch mine.

"Tell me what you feel" he whispers, his lips roughly smash against mine. I find myself quickly responding back to his kiss that's filled with hunger and need. Sparks start to instantly run through my body, the sparks. The sparks that I use to feel with Max. I push the butler away without a second thought, those are the sparks that I've been looking for.

"Did you feel it?" I ignore him, I can't have this. It must of been something else that I felt. I haven't been able to feel those sparks in so long, that I don't actually remember what they felt like, until now. "Leave" I order, the butler doesn't move, he stays standing beside me. "I said leave" I growl as I angrily stand from my chair. I don't know what's going on, I don't know why this is happening now.

Aeneas shakes his head, "pushing me away isn't going to work" he whispers. All kinds of emotions run through me, but the one that stands out the most is confusion and anger. I don't know this man well enough to even feel a thing for him. I don't even know a thing about him. I only know that he works for Maxwell.

"Don't think too hard about it. When you gather your thoughts, you know where to find me" Aeneas walks away, he leaves me standing there. It takes about a minute for me to leave the dining room and head to my room.

I make sure to lock the door, I kick my heels off and open the cabinet from my nightstand. I pull out a new bottle of vodka and open it. I know there isn't a reason to drink, but I just need to feel the liquor run down my throat. I need to get rid of any thoughts that I might have about the butler.

I take my first drink from the bottle and after awhile, I find myself passing out.

*

"Athalia, open the door!" I slowly wake myself up to Max banging on the door. "Athalia!" He shouts, I force myself out the bed and I stumble my way towards the door. I unlock it and Max quickly opens it. His eyes land on me, "are you drunk?" He ask in an angry tone. I shake my head no, I turn around and walk towards the bed again. The door closes and I hear Max lock it.

"Why are you drunk?" He ask as he comes around to his side of the bed, I watch him loosen the tie around his neck. Maxwell always looks more handsome when he's wearing a suit. "I just felt like having a drink" his eyes gaze down at the bottle that's laying on his side of the bed. It's a little more than half empty.

He grabs it, "I need you to stop drinking, I can't have you drinking-", "are you ashamed that your important business friends are going to find out that you have a drunk as your wife?" I angrily ask him. I sit up in bed and face him as he stands there with his eyes on me. "It's always about your friends, isn't it?" I ask.

Max doesn't answer me, "you just answered my question" I quickly stand from the bed which causes a sharp pain to come to my head. My vision gets blurry. "Athalia, are you alright?" I ignore Max, I head towards the door and walk out the room without saying a word to him.

It's always the same thing, I knew Max was just worried about his friends seeing me drunk. He's afraid that I'll ruined his reputation even after our marriage has been ruined for years.

I stumble my way downstairs and out the back door. I find myself in the pool house again. I sit down on the edge of the pool, my mind goes back to when our son was born. He was just a infant when he died. It was a neonatal death, my son was born premature. He didn't even make it to a month. My eyes fill up with tears as I continue to think about him.

He was perfect, so small and fragile but perfect. His passing caused so many problems in my marriage with Max. But I would had rather given up my marriage then having him taken away from me. I wish I could back to just see him, to be able to feel his soft skin against mine once again.

I find myself being pulled into a tight hug, "why are you crying?" I hear his voice which causes me to calm down. His voice is like music to my ears, it's soothing and smooth. "I don't know" I lie, I'm not ready to talk about the most precious thing in my life. I'm not ready to tell anyone about my son. I feel like I'll be betraying him, if I speak about him.