𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || �...

Signiel Seoul, South Korea

11:08PM

Roseanne's POV.

"Hey, baby," I greeted cheerily.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Taejoon said, as if all the life had been drained from him.

"I'm sorry I missed your call I was going over some case files. What did you need? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't need anything. I just wanted to talk to you."

"How's she treating you?"

"She's very generous. The perfect gentlewoman."

There was a long silence on both ends. I didn't say anything because I knew that there was something he needed to say.

"I shouldn't have let you spend a night with her. I was wrong. Forgiv-" his words broke off when my phone was snatched out of my hand.

I turned to see Lisa pressing a button that ended my phone call.

"What did you do that for?" I raged.

"What did I say about phone calls?"

"I just wanted to talk to him for five minutes."

"We made a deal, remember? No phone calls. No distractions."

"My husband isn't a distraction?"

"Yeah, he is. Because when you're talking to him you're wasting my time with you. You have the rest of your life to talk to him. I'm asking you to be here with me for one night."

"I'm right here with you. What are you talking about?"

She shut her eyes and inhaled a big breath. "Don't call him again."

"I can't speak to him on the phone but you can make him the topic of discussion? What's the difference?"

"I asked about him because I want to know you," she seethed.

"That's the problem Lisa. We aren't supposed to be getting to know each other. I'm not looking for a relationship and neither are you. We are here purely for sex."

I wasn't sure how we even stumbled on this topic but it had to be addressed. I agreed to this hoping to push this woman out of my head.

But the fact was, the more time we spent together the more I liked her. I never meant for this to become what it had and I was scared that we had gone too far.

"What are you afraid of Roseanne?" she said gruffly, charging toward me. "Because you've been running from me since we met."

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't meet her gaze.

"Tell me. What you're afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid."

"You are. I think that you're afraid of me, of our connection. You're afraid because you and I are more compatible than you and him."

Lisa stared me down waiting for me to respond.

"Yes, I am afraid. I fucking like you and I don't know how I'm supposed to forget about tonight. How I'm supposed to forget about you?"

"Good. I think it's time you learn that the earth doesn't revolve around him. He's not a god. He's not the be-all and end-all. He's just the first guy you fell in love with and I can almost guarantee he won't be the last."

I felt like she had just knocked the wind out of me. I wanted to be so angry. I wanted to scream and shout but I couldn't. We both knew she was as right as always.

She seemed to be more in tune with my emotions, my psyche than even I was and I hated that. I hated that I couldn't fight back. I hated that she could pick me apart like it was the easiest thing on earth.

I had implored this facade that I was so strong, so independent, so poised, so in control, but Lisa shamed me. I didn't have it together. I was as lost and as clueless as the next woman.

I had a plan. I knew what I wanted out of life. I knew that I would graduate from college become an author, marry the love of my life, and start a family.

Little by little those plans seemed to have fallen apart. They fell apart when Taejoon asked me to marry him my sophomore year of college. They fell apart when Taejoon decided that he wanted to wait to have children until he made partner. They fell apart when Lisa asked me to spend a night with her and I agreed. I could lie to myself but I couldn't lie to Lisa. As much as I've tried to run from my emotions, I had somehow developed feelings for Lisa.

I resented those feelings because feelings complicated everything. My feelings for Lisa made just sex something else completely and I didn't know what that was. The only logical action I could take would be to just enjoy my night with her and try to move on.

In the back my mind I suspected that that would be easier said than done.

Lisa called housekeeping and asked them if they could have our clothes cleaned. Since neither of us packed an overnight bag.

"You want dessert?" Lisa asked me. "Ice cream? Pie? Cookies? Cake?"

"Ice cream?"

"What flavor?"

"Chocolate chip."

While she picked up the phone, trying to hurry because room serviced closed at midnight, I grabbed the remote from the nightstand and flicked on the television.

I skimmed through the sports channels. I passed the cartoons, pay-per-view, and reruns of Keeping up with Kardashians. I found Khloe Kardashian humorous and entertaining, I had already seen that particular episode.

"Are you going to choose something? Or is channel surfing enough to sustain you?"

I shrugged. "Did you have anything in mind? Porn perhaps?" I joked.

"Why would I need porn when I'm sharing a space with you?" she asked sliding on top of me. I could feel her dick moving against me as her towel fell away.

I exhaled roughly trying to control myself while I was lying beneath her.

"Is everything about sex with you?"

"Not everything. But I'm on a clock. I'm using my time wisely."

I rolled over so that we were face-to-face.

I knew that we just fought about her wanting to know more about me but I couldn't help it. I was curious about her. I would've never thought that someone as gorgeous as she would be so much fun to spend time with.

My heart pumped spastically as I stared into her alluring brown eyes. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was almost nauseating. It was a hassle trying to think when she was just so there.

I forced myself to concentrate on something other than her beautiful features when I asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious about you. The same way you're curious about me."

"No."

I was stunned.

"Never?"

"Nope," she responded casually.

"Why not?"

"I have my reasons."

"Such as?"

"I have a hard time trusting women."

"You don't get lonely?"

"I have women to occupy my time but they don't last."

The sound of the doorbell caused both of us to pause.

Lisa leaped out of bed and shuffled toward the door.

I grabbed the remote and surfed through the channels again. I stopped when a couple of familiar faces came into view Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, on board the Titanic. I saw Titanic more times than I can count on one hand but I couldn't bring myself to turn the station.

It's at the scene when Jack and Rose are being chased by Cal's manservant, after Jack sketched Rose wearing only the blue diamond necklace. I'd always loved the character of Jack. He was so cool and carefree and charming.

A hotel employee walked into the bedroom after knocking pushing another cart into the room. Apparently, someone in housekeeping had come to retrieve the other cart while we were out because I hadn't seen it since before we left.

"Have a good evening." The man said as Lisa handed him a tip.

"Wow," I said when she flipped the lids and I reveal strawberries, whip cream, cherries, chocolate/strawberry/caramel syrup, almonds, a waffle bowl and ice cream cones.

"You said you wanted chocolate chip ice cream which I ordered. But I also asked them to bring toppings. I wasn't sure what toppings you prefer. I ordered a variety."

"Thank you. This is sweet of you."

"You're welcome."

I reached over and prepare my sundae starting with a waffle bowl. I choose the chocolate syrup then I add strawberries, a few almonds, whip cream and top it with a cherry. I looked over a Lisa's dish that only held vanilla ice cream and strawberries.

"You don't like toppings?"

"No."

"You ordered all this-" I gestured toward the cart of toppings "-just for me?"

She shrugged. "Yeah."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said nonchalantly "What are we watching?"

"You've never seen Titanic?"

"Should I have?"

"The fact that you just asked that blows my mind. Yes, you should've seen it. It's the most tragic, romantic movie you will ever watch."

"Whose going to die? The guy or the girl?"

"I'm not telling you."

She smirked. "The guy is obviously going to die. He's handcuffed to a sinking ship."

I shrugged. "You never know."

"Come sit with me," Lisa commanded.

I rolled my eyes but moved back so that I was sitting next to her. "I meant," she lifted me off the bed and plopped me down in her lap, "...here."

We watched the rest of the movie in silence as we ate our ice cream with Lisa breathing against my neck, her arms holding me against her chest.

"I don't get the appeal." Lisa said when the ending credits rolled. "He's dead. He died. All of that bullshit and he's dead."

"You have to see it from the beginning."

"I'll pass."

"It's tragic but it was worth it."

"How?"

"For one thing she didn't marry Cal, and she had a great romance with a great guy." She rolled her eyes. "Women want to fall in love and we want it to be extraordinary, difficult, consuming, life-changing. Even though he's gone Rose experienced that."

"If she would've made space for him on that fucking door then the movie wouldn't have ended so tragically."

I chuckled. "She tried."

"Not hard enough. Everything they went through was for nothing. She should've just left Jack handcuffed and got on the boat with her fucking mom."

I couldn't help but laugh. She laughed as well but then stopped to stare at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you have a great love?"

I exhaled and fell back on the bed.  I knew the answer to her question but I shrugged. "I don't know."

"I think you do know."

"I love him Lisa, but I don't think it's a great love."

"You're settling."

"I'm not."

"You are. You said he's not a great love. You said women want a great love. Therefore you are in fact settling." She had a point but I refused to let any fiber of my being believe my marriage was a settlement.

"I need to brush my teeth," I said stubbornly. I lifted myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I ripped the plastic off the toothbrush that was sitting on the sink and squeezed toothpaste onto the bristles. I used the toothbrush to scrub my teeth. I felt Lisa standing beside me but I didn't look up.

"Is that what happens when you don't agree with something someone says? You walk away?" She asked.

I could hear the aggravation creeping into her tone.

"I'm trying to brush my teeth." I rinse my mouth and sat the toothbrush on the counter. "What do you want me to say?"

"What you're thinking."

"I don't consider my marriage a settlement. Please stop bringing him up. I love him."

"You say that a lot. When you say it, it's like you're trying to convince yourself."

I shook my head

"Answer one question for me. If you love this man and you're happy with him, why are you here with me?"

I stared down at the floor wondering if I could really tell her the truth. It was humiliating and pathetic, but what did I have to lose?

I couldn't even look at her as I spoke the words. "Because he doesn't pay attention to me anymore. Because he lets his work consume him. Because he doesn't show me that he cares." I feel our energy resurfacing as I spoke. Her eyes grew dark and smoldering as that irrepressible need rose within her. I see her chest rising and falling. I feel the ache growing stronger at the pit of my stomach. "I knew that you would fuck me un-apologetically."

"He's a dumb ass."

I smirked. "Why are you single?"

"I'm not a relationship kind of girl."

"Of course not. The devilishly attractive swinger club owner doesn't do relationships." I mocked.

"Attractive?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know you're hot."

"Yeah I do but you blushed when you said it. It makes me happy when you blush."

"Why?"

"....because I know you're thinking about something naughty."

She peeled open my robe exposing my flesh to her salacious gaze.

I pulled the towel off her waist letting the material slid through my fingers and hit the tile. My arms curled around her shoulders. I locked my legs around her torso. I used my teeth to pierce her flesh with tiny bites until she reacted with a grunt. Her chest vibrated as she hummed from the sensation. My fingers threaded through her thick black hair thrusting her head back and sucking the column of her neck. My mouth moved to her chest and her breasts. Lisa suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me violently. Our mouths were moving in synchronization matching each other's fever. I was completely out of breath but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to and she doesn't let me. She smelled so good and tasted like strawberry and vanilla. I could feel her fingers creeping up my thigh. I felt her skin against my chest tickling against my breast and belly. Her body felt so incredible pushing against mine, asserting her control, so much control and it feels good and disastrous all at the same time. I don't know how I will ever be able to part ways with this woman.

~

I woke to something stabbing me in my gut. I opened my eyes at the realization that I was laying on top of Lisa naked and her erection was pressing into me. I don't remember falling asleep on top of her but there I was.

Maybe I could slip off of her without waking her.

I moved only the tiniest bit when I felt her stretching beneath me. Her eyes fluttered open.

Shit.

"Where are you going?" She asked. Her voice was raspy and she was squinting her eyes.

I tried again to maneuver off of her but she folded her arms around me restricting my mobility.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep on top of you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable," she admitted. "It actually feels good."

"Well, your...um...member pressing into my stomach, makes me uncomfortable."

"You didn't mind my dick when it was fucking you into unconsciousness."

"That was different."

"Can you stay where you are? Please?"

"Fine," I said trying to get comfortable on top of her.

"Fuck," she grunted. "I thought we were sleeping and your trying to dry fuck me."

I chuckled. "I wasn't." I tried to move slightly but we were basically face-to-face. "It's barely morning. Why are you hard again anyway?"

"You had your pussy pressed against my dick, and your tits on my chest all night. What do you expect?" All night? It's only been a couple of hours.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my breaths hoping to find sleep. Not long after, I felt warmth and moisture coating my breast.

I choked on a breath as I opened my eyes and see Lisa's mouth around my breast. She saturated my flesh with her warm saliva, sucking slowly, leisurely. Her tongue flicking my nipple and I feel it in my groin. The exhaustion falls away and I find myself moving with her. Soft groans escaped my lips. She retracted her mouth before blowing cool air over the skin. I shudder from the exquisite pleasure.

"I thought we were going to sleep."

"We were but I'm awake now and I want to fuck."

~

a/n: roseanne is falling in deep ya'll.