I went out with what you could say is my closest girlfriend last night. She knows about CEO. It took me a long time to open up about him, but with the demise of her marriage two years back, I felt I could finally trust her with this information. We sat over dinner and I even had a cocktail (I’ve only had 1 drink in the last 2+ years). It felt nice sitting there catching up on her life, her relationship problems and laughing at the crazy things our kids say and do. The topic turned to CEO and I told her about him logging in to that account and that I could see his active status. That I knew he was thinking of me. And that he just sold his start-up to a major tech company. She brought up the following story, which I am now ready to share. Its long since passed, so its kind of irrelevant at this point.
Shortly after telling her about CEO two years ago, I invited her to a charity event. It was held at a swanky hotel in Beverly Hills and I bought a table, filling it with mutual friends. It was a daytime event, and we were all dressed up to the nines. I knew she would enjoy a day like this. Her father is an iconic actor, so events like these don’t phase her in the least. I can bring her anywhere and she’s that friend you don’t have to babysit.
We decided to drive to the event together and as we approached the hotel, she told me she had to pee! So instead of queuing up, we headed immediately to the ladies restroom. Afterwards, we both made our way back to the entrance of the grand ballroom. When I was about 4 feet from the main hotel entrance, a group of three women entered the hotel right in front of me. Looking back, it reminded me of that movie Sliding Doors, where if you had changed direction for a brief moment- things could have been wildly different. It honestly happened that fast. As I was briskly walking towards the ballroom, my subconscious must have recognized who it was. Because as I walked past the group of jabbering ladies, my head turned ever so slightly to focus on their faces. For just a moment. And thats when one of the women looked past her friends faces while continuing to talk– and towards mine. It happened in a millisecond and my slight hesitation to look in their direction obviously caught her attention.
Our eyes locked- for the briefest of moments.
Yep- it was CEO’s wife.
My best friend and I schmoozed our way through the event, having a great time. I was secretly hoping I wouldn’t run into her again, considering there were over 500 women in attendance. I headed towards the bar, where I ran into an old high school friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in over 20 years. As I was talking to her, CEO’s wife was weaving through the pack of women to get to the bar. She got as close as two people away from me, and no doubt- she was studying me for the few moments that she could. I wouldn’t expect her to say anything, especially at an event full of women. This was not the time, nor place for any first talk. But she was definitely observing me. That I am confident in saying.
We sat down for the luncheon and thats when a woman came over to talk to my best friend. I’ll call her A. A- as it turns out was sitting at the same table as CEO’s wife. So clearly, they know one another (yes- the circle of our friends is getting THAT close). After A left our table, I motioned over towards their table and whispered to my best friend, “She’s here.’
She knew immediately who I was talking about. She looked over, studied her hair and face pausing pensively, till she broke the silence saying, “She looks familiar.”
Now because of who my best friend is, I don’t really put much stock into when she says things like this. Because of her family background, she knows everybody (but like in a casual- I’ve seen that person in films or TV way). So I really didn’t take it seriously- nor freak out.
Best Friend, “Like I’ve talked to her before. I’m pretty certain we’ve met.”
By this point, I’ve stopped eating and turned to her to really gauge what she is saying. This whole time, I’ve been talking about CEO and she may even know his wife? REALLY?!? I could feel my vegan salad about to hurl out of my mouth, when she suddenly said, “Kate- Oh my God. I just realized how I know her. She works out at my gym. They pair you up with partners someones and we’ve definitely talked before. I see her pretty regularly.”
All I could think to say back was, “Are you kidding me?”
“Whatever you do, you can NOT accept a friendship request from her on any social media. I don’t care what happens, you promise me? She would see everything online as we post so many things about our kids etc. She can not have a window into my kids lives.”
“I promise- I won’t. I would never do such a thing. I get it…”
We left it at that…had a wonderful time. Didn’t talk about it any further, nor let her presence bother us (we were at this event to raise money for a great charity after all). The conversation was shelved and we laughed our asses off catching up over life, our kids, the men she is dating etc.
When it was time to leave the event, I looked up and CEO’s wife’s table was completely empty. I was so busy chit-chatting, I hadn’t even noticed her party exiting past our table. Shortly after, we decided to get up and leave. As you can imagine, the valet was a zoo with 500+ women all needing their cars at once. My other friend had purchased the center piece for our table, and she needed to use the restroom. So she kindly asked if I would hold it for her, till she got back to the valet.
So here I am- standing there at the valet, holding this ginormous centerpiece which weighed a ton. It’s taking forever for my friend to come to the valet and take it back from me. Its also taking forever for the cars to move, because all these women are fluffing about putting things in their trunks and generally holding up the entire flow of the valet line. Cars can’t get in, as its only three cars deep. And thats when I suddenly see her out of the corner of my eye– CEO’s wife darting out of the glass doors facing us, to her waiting car. I could have died. You couldn’t have created a more comical experience, whereby we are forced to be stuck very, very close to one another. It was like something out of a bad movie.
I cracked a smile to my best friend, “Oh geez, I thought she left. But she’s right there.” By now we are cracking up together, yet none of our other friends realize the awkwardness of the situation. I whispered, “Should I put this centerpiece here *covering my face*?” By now we are just trying to get our damn car so we can leave said swanky hotel. When I turned to my best friend and said, “Is she looking over here?”
And right at the moment- she slowly inched forward in the que of cars driving out of the hotel valet line. And as she did, she turned her face and gave me the dirtiest look.
Me, “Did you see that? Or am I imagining things?”
Best Friend, “Oooooooohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh—that was the dirtiest look ever.”
Me, “So its not my imagination?’
BF, “No- that was definitely directed to you.”
And that my friends is the moment I knew 1000% that CEO’s wife knew who I was. Up until that point, she was nothing but a woman void of expressions.
…The following Tuesday
….at the gym
(to be continued)
CEO took me to a beautiful hotel overlooking the Pacific Ocean during the early lust-filled days of our affair. I remember pulling up to the resort feeling so special as he held my hand in the car. As he drove through the windy roads, traversing through the canyons, the peek-a-boo views of the Pacific ocean glistened in my eyes. As his sportscar purred along the asphalt, I stared at the eroding sandstone cliffs daydreaming.
“Here, this is for you” he said, as he pulled a card out of the middle compartment.
Couldn’t help it.
This millennial was blowing me away. That…was unexpected. Looking back, I can honestly say these little gestures were reminiscent of any early courtship – the kind you see in a normal dating situation.
In that moment, I felt special. Cherished. Appreciated. And damn right sexy as my ecru silk blouse billowed in the salty breeze.
It was a Valentine’s Day card.
His words were those of a smitten man. I blushed. Hard. Then paused for an extremely long time, trying to figure out how I should respond. And honestly, it left me speechless (something that’s a rarity for me). I didn’t know where this relationship was going but I certainly set the expectation in my head that this was sex only.
But CEO kept progressing our pace and moved things forward, like a normal dating relationship where two people are falling for one another. It confused me…but deep down, I loved it. He was so different to my husband, calm with an assertive alpha male way of handling life. It was refreshing. Very, very refreshing.
The valet took his BMW and we walked into the resort looking like a married couple. He went to check in before telling me to head down below. I found us the most perfect table, perched above the cliffs. The glass French doors were open to the Pacific Ocean and it was a stunning view, for a Tuesday morning. Golden sand. Shades of teal and blue. The sound of pounding surf below. He arrived moments later, smiling. Relaxed.
We ordered Mimosa’s and a fruit platter, then talked about his start-up. I remember him making a point of saying, “In my everyday life, I am a man of integrity. I want you to know that.” I think he was trying to convey that he really was a good guy. My gut sussed that out long ago. But obviously, we were two cheating hearts in that moment, so you can debate the merits of that yourself.
The conversation flowed as always. He would occasionally reach over and hold my hand. It was really sweet. These little gestures had long left my marriage. I had forgotten how lovely it felt to be pursued. And he did so in spades. Had it been anyone else, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. But it was him…CEO. And I had a huge soft spot for him that was growing exponentially every week. His sheepish grin melted my heart. Those big brown eyes stared straight into my soul and we had a magnetic connection from day one.
That was three years ago. Seems like yesterday sometimes. Especially when I sit down to write and reminisce.
I have only been back to this city twice now. Each time, barely within the town border. I’ve avoided this city for a long, long time because the memories shared with CEO were perfect here. I’ve been reluctant to ever return, and especially to drive past the resort. Not sure why, other than its quite the distance for me to travel to.
But today, that all changed. I drove past the resort while I took my kids on an outing further afield. It was strange driving past the sign. Almost surreal. My heart didn’t race or anything. Had I visited years ago, that would have been the case. The adrenaline would have been pumping as I relived the memories of what occurred there. The photos flashed throughout my mind like a moving picture book.
Sex on the balcony ✔️
“That was a fantasy of mine.”
Was it? We didn’t talk about this up front. But it felt organic and natural, which is why I went along with it.
The desk ✔️
“Not quite the right height. But A for effort.”
The sofa ✔️
“Kate, that was amazing. Don’t stop grinding my cock like that.”
The corner ocean view suite- king size bed- with seagulls squawking in the distance. While I repeatedly orgasmed as he pounded my g-spot with the Njoy his wife refused to take out of the box ✔️✔️✔️
This time it was like looking through a keyhole to a past time in my life.
Like Alice in Wonderland.
(*CEO would kill me if he knew I took a photo of this card)