Ambiguous Affair

Victoria Patterson R.

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Magnolia Edwards, a businesswoman, a mother, and a neglected wife, is swept off her feet in a secret, flirtatious love affair with a tantalizing younger man, Aaron Freeman, whom she believes to be her soulmate. Passion consumes the two of them until Magnolia feels deceived after Aaron admits that his intentions toward her weren't always genuine. Magnolia's controlling husband, Joe, is acting shadier than usual, which leads her to undertake some detective work, where she discovers a common link between alluring Aaron and her husband, which is far worse than she ever expected. The chemical attraction between Magnolia and Aaron has left a permanent yearning on both of their hearts. Aaron tries to regain her trust, but can Magnolia accept Aaron's apology and give in to her constant desires, or will she remain in her sham of a marriage for the sake of her children?

Sujets

• Romance

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645360087
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Ambiguous Affair
R. Victoria Patterson
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-31-01
Ambiguous Affair About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgments Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18
About The Author
R. Victoria Patterson is an ardent writer and a romantic enthusiast. After earning two diplomas at the Institute of Children’s Literature, she decided to follow her passion and shift genres to contemporary romance from writing children’s stories. Victoria is a country-woman at heart and the mother of three children. Other occupations have included dairy/cash crop farmer and hairstylist. Victoria believes that your perfect destination is just up the path, keep moving forward no matter what.
Dedication
MY DEAREST – Captain Handsome Funnypants, your witty sense of charm and playfulness has brought more enjoyment to my life than you realize. From the day we first met, until now, I have experienced laughter, lust, wonder, fulfillment, frustration, love, sadness, pleasure, and delight. You have led me back to my true self. No matter what is next to come, you’ll be forever in my heart.
MY SISTER – Sandra Patterson, for your engaging sense of humor, for always encouraging me to achieve my goals, and for your advice – “git’r done”. You are my best friend, I love you.
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R. Victoria Patterson (2019)
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Patterson, R. Victoria
Ambiguous Affair
ISBN 9781641826143 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781641826150 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645360087 (E-Book)
The main category of the book — FICTION / Romance / General
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Acknowledgments
Leonid Afremov, world-renowned artist, for allowing me to utilize his name and stunning painting ‘PASSION’ as the front cover. Thank you for bringing such beauty and magic to our world with your amazing talent. Please visit his official online virtual gallery to view and/or purchase his other extraordinary pieces. Leonid Afremov on Facebook and afremov.com
Chapter 1
Friday, September 29, 2017
My stomach has been feeling sick for a week. The mere sight of food makes me ill. Tonight I prepared a tasteful chicken cacciatore for my family. As for me, getting down a few bites was a challenge. I’ve been filling my plate half as full as usual, and it’s been particularly difficult to manage. No one has noticed my lack of appetite. I’m thankful because if they asked, I’d have to make up some lame story about what’s wrong. In a twisted kind of way, I like the feeling of eating less. My stomach has been flatter. It barely bloats anymore and my jeans are beginning to feel loose. If my appetite doesn’t return, I’m hopeful that the left over flab from carrying my twins will melt away. Maybe I’ve lost 4 pounds or so, but I haven’t set foot on a scale for years. I think the last time was in February, two months after giving birth when I weighed 125lbs, the time before was the end of my third trimester at 38 weeks, when I weighed 165lbs. I remember the weight coming off fairly quickly, but after being pregnant, ten years ago, my body has never been quite the same. Recently for breakfast, I’ve been eating fruit and drinking water. I can’t get a glass of milk to stay down. Toast and cereal seem so dry. This morning, my stomach rumbled and felt particularly poor. I wasn’t sure if I was hungry or going to throw up. Inside the fridge, everything looked repulsive. I poured myself a 5oz glassful of blueberry smoothie, and forced myself to swallow it. I could still hear the rumbling, so I ate a few soda biscuits. When I was a child and not feeling well, my nanny, Mrs. Lauders, would say, “Maggy, I heard that rumbly tummy. I’ll get you some soda biscuits.” That usually did the trick.
After the smoothie and biscuits, I felt somewhat better, but I knew that my body needed more energy to get a good start to the day. I washed a handful of baby carrots and forced them down. Who eats carrots for breakfast? Me. I used to hate raw carrots, but today they were more tasty than carbs.
It’s been hard to concentrate lately. All I can think about is sending Aaron a text message, to let him know I’m ready. I fear my body wouldn’t allow me to follow through, so it’s best I refrain.
In the shower, I imagined being all alone at home, and I sent Aaron a message to come over. What would it be like to shower with him? His hands would be well lathered, he’d rub them all over my body. The hot water sprinkling down would make it easy for him to slide them all over my breasts and down my back, he’d abruptly turn me away from him, bend me over, and with a firm hard jab, he’d be inside of me.
My body trembled at the thought, t hen he’d see my wrinkly stomach. But then again, I’d be facing away from him. So tempting, but nerve wrecking. I want him so bad. Only problem is…I am married.
I shut off the water and reached for my towel. It was hard to dry off because the bathroom had steamed up, leaving a moisture residue on my skin, I’d forgotten to turn on the fan. I made a vow 18 years ago which I intended on keeping, but the way my husband Joe was acting for the past while, was making it harder every day for me to stay with him.
I don’t usually take Friday off from work, but today I took advantage because we were under booked. Really, I can take off any day I want because I’m the boss, except that’d be unfair to Lucy, my employee who works extra-long hours. I own a family-oriented hair salon/barber shop. Lucy has been working with me for the past eleven years. She began as my apprentice at age 19. While she learned how to apply her skills, we became close friends even though I’m ten years older than her. Lucy is single, and has no desire to bare children. Cutting and styling hair is her life. These days, she is like a breath of fresh air with her upbeat personality and humor. I work from 10:00am-4:00pm during the week, and the rare Saturday from 9:00am-4:30pm, on Sundays I’m closed. Lucy works 2–3 hours longer each day than me, and the occasional Wednesday alone, depending on how busy we are with clients. Before I gave birth to my twins Jody and Jonah, Lucy finished her apprenticeship, and became a licensed hairstylist, she then informed me that she would be “holding down the fort” for as long as I needed her, and not out of obligation, rather friendship and contentment. She wears a colossal smile to work each day, I am lucky to have her. Without her, I would have never been able to stay home as long with my babies after they were born.
My children are the single most important thing in my life. I love them to Heaven and back, and back again for infinity. I believe in spending as much time as possible with them. Caring for them, teaching them, and being close to them, is what I hold dear, for I know that one day they will become adults, and, will leave my side for a life of their own. When Jody and Jonah were babies, I brought them to the salon on every chance I could. While they napped, I did paper work, inventory, and occasionally a haircut. Before I knew it, they were tiny celebrities in our country village. To this very day, my clientele love to compare the differences and similarities between the two. They are identical of opposite sex, Jody has long, straight, brown hair. Jonah has short, curly hair. When Mrs. Lauders comes into the salon, she always says, “It’s the girls that want the curly hair, but they don’t get it, and it’s the boys who want straight hair, but they don’t get it.”
The twins began school at the early age of three, and were the youngest in their class. I began working back at regular hours in December immediately after their 4 th birthday. By then, the twins had eased into their new routine, and I was confident that they were in good hands. Now they are more independent, but I still enjoy doing the smaller things for them, such as making their beds and folding their socks into matching pairs for their cute little feet. Typically, I occupy my days off, catching up on errands, baking the twins’ favorite cookies, and cleaning the house.
The school bus arrived at 8:30am sharp. I had the twins ready and sent them off without forgetting to give them each a kiss and hug. Joe had been up bright and early as usual. He left home at 5:30am this morning without giving me so much as a tiny peck on my cheek, or even a hug. As I began my morning routine of gathering up the laundry, thoughts of Aaron crept back into my mind, however he seemed always close to the surface, even when he was nowhere in sight. I spent the next couple hours pondering my situation, which was the constant urge to touch him. I kept telling myself, “No. " It was wrong for a married woman to have sexual feelings toward a man other than her husband, but Joe has been less than desirable these days, unlike Aaron who looks hot, and has a killer personality. I remember the first time I saw him, last year