The Secrets and Sins of the Inamorata

I wish I would have walked away from Marcus when I found out he was married, but something inside of me kept my heart anchored to his side. I’d become comfortable in my position as his lover. No strings attached, and no questions asked. I was in love with him but was free enough not to feel weighed down by the typical problems in a relationship. Th ere were the bad parts to being the other woman, like not being held at night and the day-late holiday celebrations because his wife was already entitled to the original. My new year was celebrated on January 2; the Fourth of July was actually on the fi fth for us. Valentine’s Day was on the 13th of February because she liked to take long weekends on Cupid’s day and I refused to wait three or four days to open my gifts. But I didn’t mind, because when were together it was like we never missed a beat. We would pick up conversations and hugs and love making right where we left off . I am his mistress, his paramour, his inamorata.