Temptations

By Diana Scott

Susy lives a normal life inside what most people would refer as a normal marriage, but things are not always like they look.

Boredom and coldness can conquer a woman’s heart and make her feel that love is a dream of the past.

Nicolas Bellpuig: handsome, millionaire, too attractive to be ignored, is everything a woman could dream of.
He can have any woman he desires, except for her. He wants her and he’ll do anything to have her.

Will Susy be capable of forgetting her principles in order to experience true love?

Temptations is the first book in the Second Chance series.

If this is the first time you have read Second Chance story, you can easily read each book as a standalone.

Other coming of age romance and contemporary romances books by Diana Scott

Second Chance

Book 1: Temptations
Book 2: Rebirth
Book 3: Your Heart’s Bodyguard
Book 4: Game of Passions
Book 5: Sorry, I love you ( June 2017)

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Scott
• Release date: Feb 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370799602

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TEMPTATIONS

Temptations

By Diana Scott

Copyright 2010 Silvana Moreira

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The Pain

The party and the treason

The party continues

And now

You don’t full me

I’m You, Nico

I know You

I won’t give up

If you wanted

Blood is not the only uniting thing

Only you can see me

It’s Love

Castle of Cards

We Are a Marriage

It can’t be The End

Epilogue

Temptations

Susana Abellán had a happy day ahead of her.

Today was her birthday.

—Time goes by so fast! —She thought

—40 Years old! Oh God. —She told herself while she smiled and turned the dishwasher on.

Fernando, her thirteen-year-old son, was playing at Juan’s his best friends. Oscar, her husband, was at the office, or at least that’s what he said when he called her to inform her that he will be late. Again.

— How many Christmas had she been with Oscar? —The truth is that if she didn’t stop and think about it, she didn’t truly know exactly how many years they’d been together. All our life, she thought. You could say that her life was what society called normal Very…Very… Normal!

She left her childhood hopes and dreams behind. She still felt how her skin got irritated as she imagined herself walking through the halls of a great company, working with a team of professionals that would smile at her and praise her for her work and she nodded and thanked them as she grabbed her bag to go off for her next trip…

The sound of the washing machine woke her up from her old dreams.

That train had left the station many years ago. She had only the illusion of what could’ve been and had so close but that, nonetheless, disappeared like the sun’s heat on an afternoon in January.

—No —she told herself— I’m not going to dream of what could have been and wasn’t. —It’s this birthday’s entire fault —she told herself over and over while she grabbed the recently cleaned clothes, ready to hang.

She had never talked with anybody about these things, but she knew that losing her job over a pregnancy that wasn’t even planned wasn’t fair, at all.

Susy, we are really sorry but a pregnant lady can’t tackle the business plan that we had projected Ryan told her, the International Director of the company.

And that’s how she started losing all her responsibilities until one day Ryan told her that she was no longer needed. It had nothing to do with her maternity, or so they said, but she knew from the very beginning that they would work thoroughly to fin an excuse to fire her. And that’s exactly what happened.

Of course, after Fernando’s birth everything was an obstacle run. He was a baby and she had to take care of him and now that the boy was old enough to survive without the constant care of his mother there was a new problem: Susy was out of the professional world.

That what they told her every single time she went to the thousands of interviews she tried over the years

—We are sorry but we need somebody that is more up to date.

—No. That ship had sailed —she told herself again— Fernando is everything —She would never regret about that particular change in her life.

She was now a housewife and did small freelance jobs that she found on line. That was the price she had to pay for her maternity.

—But what can I do? I’m not the first or the last one— no parents, no family, alone with Oscar. It was the only thing she could’ve done. And she did.

The Pain

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Two Months later.

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The room was tenebrous. A tiny light escaped between the spaces of the curtains. The heat of a powerful spring shook the small town with strength and made a presence in the night. The merely opened window let the small amount of fresh air that existed in the mountains come in. Susy loved it.

—Oh my God, baby. What’s going on today? I don’t recognize you —Susy whispered.

—Please, my love, have you gone wild or are you one of those vampires from those teenage movies? —She smiled while she surrounded her husband’s neck with her harms. But Oscar was not getting distracted, she was his prey and he did not stop attacking. Without mercy he’d go down from her neck to her breasts, with no pause, restless. You could say that Oscar was working to get that A+ in the subject all for pleasure and he was about to get it.

Susy was in the edge of the abysm. Her sanity had abandoned her and she could only focus on the sensations that her skin was sending her. Heat and cold attacked her at the same time. Tiny drops of sweat ran down her forehead. Her body was doing for release and she could not hold it any longer.

—My love, don’t stop. Please. No… Almost, yes… It’s been a long time since I had this feeling, it seems like a…

I'm walking on sunshine wohhh, I'm walking on sunshine Woohh, I'm walking on sunshine woohh.

—What was happening? —Her body was on fire and was trying to react and sit on the bed, but her mind… that was something else. Her mind could not come back from Morpheus’ arms.

For weeks she could not rest but, lastly, after many linden teas and many weeks of trying she surrendered to a pleasant dream.

The cellphone kept singing, I’m walking on sunshine wohh…

Oh please, damn the time when I chose that melody as a ringer for my alarm.

But that was her favorite song. Or at least it use to be when better times were happening. Who would’ve thought that this would happen, at that time she was feeling loved and respected, but now…

—Oh my God! What now? Why me? —Her tears feel silently down her cheeks, still red from her dream of an unsatisfied desire.

—Why? Why? Were the only words that came out of her throat? It has been a month and she could not stop repeating them.

—Why! —She screamed at the pillow that was covering her face and she held with all her strength, like it was the only thing that would never abandon her.— All my live. I gave you all my life. It was only you. Always you, always you. You were the first and the last of my thoughts each day. You still are!

—This time, her nervousness got a hold on her and as she moved the glass of water that was placed on the side table of her bed flew away and crashed on the closed door of the bedroom.

—No, this can’t be true! —That bitch fooled him. Yes, that woman was to blame for all her suffering.

Their marriage was sinking and it was that miserable woman’s entire fault.

Yeah, those bitches always act without thinking; they don’t care if they destroy a marriage or a family. They only think about themselves.

—Bitch, bitch, and a thousand times bitch! If I only knew the first time I saw you —but how a faithful housewife could’ve known that the woman she just got introduced to, was going after her husband? A year! They told her that Oscar was leading a double life for a year.

—Oh God…Could I have been any more stupid? —She asked herself. So many times she ran to the Laundromat before it closed so that he had his suit ready for the next day… How many afternoons she ironed those horrendous cotton shirts that, even though would not stop showing wrinkles, she loved because they had amazing vivid colors, that would stand out his eyes. Those eyes that were capable of illuminating the darkest night. Please, she had ben so stupid, putting himself in front of her, only to find out that her dear husband was enjoying somebody else’s caresses.

—I’m so stupid! No. This situation