Page 31 of War
Fourteen
It was a beautiful fall morning in Harlem. The leaves began to turn brown and fall. The air was crisp. It was perfect boot weather.
For the first time in weeks, Faith and Eli slept in the same bed together. They made love all night, with each time becoming more passionate than the last. Between the trysts, they talked about everything under the sun before finally getting some rest.
It was a new beginning for the couple and they both felt the shift in energy. They needed to connect with each other more and talk, they agreed. They needed to have sex more, they definitely agreed. They needed to put each other first again; no doubt.
Now Eli wanted to spend the rest of the day with his family. Work obligations called him in but they could wait. It was one of the few perks of being the boss.
He admired the outside view and slowly sipped his cappuccino. The confrontation with Darren was not the last he was going to hear from the blond and Eli wondered when the other shoe would finally drop. Darren wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Eli just hoped Nick’s connections would silence them once and for all.
“You’re up early.”
Eli turned towards the bed and saw a sleepy Faith. She was still nude as was he. He knew Faith preferred doing her hair and face and he loved seeing the different looks she could come up with.
But he honestly preferred her fresh face without a hint of makeup. Her natural beauty was stunning. He quickly joined her back in bed and kissed his wife’s forehead. “Good morning, baby girl.”
“Good Morning, Daddy.” She moaned. “Sleep well?”
“Like a husband,” Eli chuckled. “You?”
“Great.” Her phone went off and Faith ignored it. “What’s on the menu today?”
“Nothing, really. I need to clean up at the hotel but that can wait an hour or so. They’re usually good without me. Then my mother wants my help creating flyers and a website for Art’s mayoral campaign. He’s expected to announce today with a press conference. I’m not going to go to it but I’ll watch it from here.” Eli’s phone went off and he ignored it. Kieran called him. “How are you feeling?”
Faith wasn’t sure how she felt. Yesterday, she was ready to throw in the towel about her marriage and prepare life as a single mother. Now she was ready to fight for her marriage. “I thought everything was over for us, honestly. And then last night happened.”
“Oh?” Eli’s phone went off again and he silenced it. Nick called him. “What do you mean?”
“I just mean I thought it was over for us and now I’m ready to fight for us,” she admitted. Her phone went off and she silenced it. “I just think we need to work on each other and keep no more secrets.”
“I agree,” Eli’s phone kept ringing. “No more secrets. I need to get that. Answer yours, too. Something may have happened.”
Faith picked up her phone while Eli answered his. “Hello? What? When? Are you sure it’s me?”
Eli quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to get the latestNew York Postand studied the picture in front of it. “Got it. Thanks.” He hung up the phone and walked back inside the home. “We have a situation.” He handed the paper to her before he walked into the kitchen.
Faith covered her mouth as she stared at the front cover of theNew York Post. In her glory and in front of the world, was her naked body in Darren’s bed.
Splashed across the headline was big, bold letters:
DEFLOWERING MRS. D’AMATO
