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Secret Affair – Part 1 – Elena

Years ago, I had an affair. Nobody knew except for me and my little dog Ruby. Well, Ruby didn't actually know being a chiwawa, but she did know something was wrong. Something unusual, not quite the same when I came home drunk with the sweet smell of tobacco all over my dress, fumbling around with the keys in my purse, then barely could walk to the bathroom sink. Poor little dog just followed me upstairs, faithful as ever to her big mama bear. I protect the mutt like she's my own little girl.
Wiping my nose, I looked in the mirror and saw a girl I used to know. A girl so sweet and full of life. A girl that rocked the cheerleading squad at Notre Dame college, four years straight through premed school. The burnette that knew how to flirt with taste and have the men barking when we danced at halftime. The memories were fresh like yesterdays news, but something inside knew it was gone. The past had come to a sudden stop at the wheel, when He came into my life. The man that burried my soul for eternity. I could see that look deep in my eyes under the lights that used to be bright, but one had burned out just like my heart. Did I miss it, of course I did, but now it was different. I was a woman scorned and betrayed, but better off knowing the truth of Dane.
Dane was a disaster when we first met, I just didn't see until it was too late. The jet black hair and five o'clock shadow with crystal blue eyes that made my heart melt all over again. And when he smiled, damm I was wet. He had that power to make any woman hot and flood with desire just looking at him without a word from his lips. He had to be at least six feet tall with hands that could wrap around any woman's waist and lock her in to be his. He came to my table every night after work, ordered a drink, usually Gen, and sat by himself catching up on work while he texted on his phone sweet nothings to her.

Worth Every Penny – Chap. 1

She kicked off her heals and closed the door, tossing her purse onto the couch. “It's good to be home” she said to herself, then pulled the twisty out of her hair, letting it fall down to her waist. Saturdays were usually packed with lawyers, doctors, and golfers, socializing and bragging about the exquisite lifestyle that came with their job and complaining about the average Joe Smith not being able to pay their debt. It was the same older men, usually married with wives that stayed home and threw great dinner parties for no special reason. The men sipped on scotch and played with their phones as Penny just listened without saying a word except maybe a thank you for the enormous tips they left when they were drunk and had to go home before their wives became worried. Penny knew they needed to worry. Sometimes she would see flirting going on even with a ring on his finger, seeing who could get the young women first to be their mistress and not tell a soul. It was known but kept secret between all the bartenders, a rule brought down by the owner John Walker. He knew every secret of the men that came in, lying and sneaking out from under the nose of their innocent wife filled with wealth but no love.
Penny didn't care to be keeping these secrets, but John paid them well and she stayed out of debt. If keeping the secrets was part of the trade, then she swore to herself to make them all happy, as long as it wasn't her they were hitting on. That was another story all its own. She didn't need the constant companion like her brother once did. She liked her alone time to read or take a bath with jazz music playing softly in the background. She'd been through enough heartbreaks before, and one engagement until she walked in and saw him screwing her one best friend. She closed the door as tears then fell and swore to her soul she'd never get married and never would have another best friend. Checking her mail, she walked upstairs, flipping through every piece as though she was expecting something important. It usually consisted only of junk and hospital bills from the car wreck she was in just two years ago. One vertebrae cracked at the impact, causing hip pain to go down one leg, hurting to walk especially when it was cold. She needed constant physical therapy to keep the pain from being so brutal. If the weather was bad, her back became stiff and hurt to walk worse than usual. Her boss tried to tell her New York wasn't the place to work with that kind of pain in that harsh of winters. Every year, the winters were brutal but she was able to push herself through the pain for the pay. That was one thing he adored about Penny, always enduring and working like a pro. She'd smile and serve every request until closing with tips galore buried in her pockets.
Extra money was nice, but didn't spend much. She kept all her tips in a small shoe box inside her closet on the very top shelf, just in case something came up. Growing up poor with her mom barely there and dad always working to pay the bills, she learned to scrape every dime she had and put it away for rainy days or small incidentals.
As she flipped through the mail and sat at her desk, one letter caught her attention off guard. It wasn't a bill, but it wasn't junk mail. It looked like a letter someone had written by hand. The name read Sally Denver in the top left corner from somewhere in Oregon she never heard of. Penny's eyes just stared at the name she had read. Who was Sally Denver and how did she know Penny's name and address? Her mind started swirling with many ideas but nothing made sense. Penny had no family left and the only people she knew was her boss John and most of her coworkers. That included James, Amy, Tricia, and Patrick. The rest were newbies she didn't know yet and most were younger than Penny was now.

Worth Every Penny (Prologue)

Slowly painting her lips a deep red, Penny leaned in to the mirror on the wall and didn’t like the reflection she saw. Her eyes were still blue as the ocean waves, but lines and wrinkles had began peaking through that even her make up couldn’t quite hide. Aging sucked and she hated it’s game of slowly creeping into her life, uninvited and sneaky as hell.
Rubbing the lipstick together with her lips, she capped the tube and looked down at the sink, almost embarrassed she was now forty two and not much money in her one measly account. Her car barely ran but it still was her favorite from her big brother Paul before he had died. Together they barely scraped by for food, her dad in jail for a murder he was framed and her mother, well… that was a memory she tried to erase.
The booze and the smell of cologne on her clothes, her hair always messy from messing around. Mama couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and Paul would lecture but it never worked out as her father knew and just closed his eyes til he had the last straw and wound up in jail for nothing at all but the frame of a man who took her mother away.
Cops came to the door and cuffed her dad without question while he turned his head before leaving the house and told her to call his lawyer right that second. But the money he had didn’t pay for much, ending up in jail for ten years plus. Her father was gone and her mama didn’t care, that she knew without a doubt. Mama just watched with the blue lights on, then pulled out a drink and called her boyfriend of the week to come pick her up.
Her brother was shocked heir mama actually left, not giving a dam about the kids needing food or clothes to wear to school. The harsh reality set in to both, knowing that now, they needed each other more. That’s what the twins did, confided and helped each other when needed. He got a new job to help pay the bills and gave her his Jeep that he bought from a friend. They both worked and lived in the house they grew up, until Paul had a wreck from a drunk driver in his lane.
Penny swore to herself somehow she would make it. She didn’t know how but wanted to strive through the pain and despair her family had left. It was too much to bare so she worked at two jobs, paid off the house and left to be free of the walls that closed in from her childhood pain. The walls that actually used to keep her sane. But as time passed, the walls were only a reminder of what she somehow endured and managed to survive with a few hundred dollars left from her brother. Now alone in the city, New York was her home. A tiny apartment she paid with her tips from a top notch bar for only the rich. Serving drinks she knew very well, seeing her mother drink life away while her father ran a business to keep a roof on their head. A small town grocery, but none the less it paid all the bills. She wanted to be stronger and wiser but somehow always managed to fall back on her brother. But since he was gone, she swore to herself she’d make it alone and be the strong women her father tried to raise. “You got this” she whispered as she looked back in the mirror, winked to herself and turned the light off.

Worth Every Penny (Prologue)

Slowly painting her lips a deep red, Penny leaned in to the mirror on the wall and didn’t like the reflection she saw. Her eyes were still blue as the ocean waves, but lines and wrinkles had began peaking through that even her make up couldn’t quite hide. Aging sucked and she hated it’s game of slowly creeping into her life, uninvited and sneaky as hell.
Rubbing the lipstick together with her lips, she capped the tube and looked down at the sink, almost embarrassed she was now forty two and not much money in her one measly account. Her car barely ran but it still was her favorite from her big brother Paul before he had died. Together they barely scraped by for food, her dad in jail for a murder he was framed and her mother, well… that was a memory she tried to erase.
The booze and the smell of cologne on her clothes, her hair always messy from messing around. Mama couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and Paul would lecture but it never worked out as her father knew and just closed his eyes til he had the last straw and wound up in jail for nothing at all but the frame of a man who took her mother away.
Cops came to the door and cuffed her dad without question while he turned his head before leaving the house and told her to call his lawyer right that second. But the money he had didn’t pay for much, ending up in jail for ten years plus. Her father was gone and her mama didn’t care, that she knew without a doubt. Mama just watched with the blue lights on, then pulled out a drink and called her boyfriend of the week to come pick her up.
Her brother was shocked heir mama actually left, not giving a dam about the kids needing food or clothes to wear to school. The harsh reality set in to both, knowing that now, they needed each other more. That’s what the twins did, confided and helped each other when needed. He got a new job to help pay the bills and gave her his Jeep that he bought from a friend. They both worked and lived in the house they grew up, until Paul had a wreck from a drunk driver in his lane.
Penny swore to herself somehow she would make it. She didn’t know how but wanted to strive through the pain and despair her family had left. It was too much to bare so she worked at two jobs, paid off the house and left to be free of the walls that closed in from her childhood pain. The walls that actually used to keep her sane. But as time passed, the walls were only a reminder of what she somehow endured and managed to survive with a few hundred dollars left from her brother. Now alone in the city, New York was her home. A tiny apartment she paid with her tips from a top notch bar for only the rich. Serving drinks she knew very well, seeing her mother drink life away while her father ran a business to keep a roof on their head. A small town grocery, but none the less it paid all the bills. She wanted to be stronger and wiser but somehow always managed to fall back on her brother. But since he was gone, she swore to herself she’d make it alone and be the strong women her father tried to raise. “You got this” she whispered as she looked back in the mirror, winked to herself and turned the light off.

When your heart is tired And your mind is in the fog Your soul is broken And your spirit feels so lost You just can’t see What lies ahead But know the truth Is just around the corner Don’t give up Rest and breathe As you need Inhale the truth Exhale the fear And take another step Even if it hurts You're not alone You’re not alone That’s how you know You’re still alive And strong inside Stronger than you know

By The Sea

Two love birds sing a song in the night, bringing hearts side by side in the waters by the sea, waiting for their destiny to see the rain and the shine, through the thunder late at night hoping for the time to pass and making memories meant to last forever through all the storms where their hearts have been so torn, and not a day passes by where their souls somehow collide making waves in the sea where love is well and meant to be.

Soul

Reflections change One day at a time Inside out From the heart Until there is nothing Left but our soul Waiting to feel Love once again

Lies

All the lies I didn't see All the times I couldn't breath All the heartache In disguise Broken with Your invisible knife All the tears That fell at once To the floor From your tongue All the times I thought you cared Never once Did you dare Say the words I knew were true In disguise I knew you knew Pain was all You could give I lost the game You made to win

Treasure

Little secrets in the sand as he stood to hold my hand and put a smile on his face, without a word, without a trace while the sun was setting fast, our shadows both stood to last through the night salty air, as wind was twirling through my hair. We walked along the ocean shore, telling stories from before of childhood memories, broken hearts and happy dreams that always stay in our hearts, even when we're torn apart and mend our souls at the seem, finding love that's meant to be. He listened as the night was dark, and stars were glowing from afar as we found our way back home, where I never felt alone and rest upon his gentle shoulder, just to stay a little longer until the morning broke again, and ocean waves come crashing in to see another tide of joy like it never was before.

Broken

He broker her soul, she broke his heart. They knew that it was wrong from the very start. He built a wall, she spread her wings to fly away in pain, never looking back to the heartache on the floor. All the memories lay to rest, all the stories once were best, but now they’re gone, all tucked away, in the dark where they’ll stay.