Betrayed Chapter 10

Once inside our door, the gorgeous shemale attacked me as though she hadn't had sex in a year. We didn't so much have sex as engage in a prolonged, frantic fuck, replete with bruised ribs, love bites, pinched, sore nipples, and stretched, aching holes. Afterward, we lay together, spooned, with me in her arms. We were both shivering; physically and emotionally spent. Dianna murmured into my ear.

"Would you tell me about you and Angie if I asked?"

I continued to stare straight ahead.

"Would you tell me about you and Jeff Spencer?" I responded, taking a shot in the dark.

Behind me, I felt her body momentarily tense.

"I deserved that," she replied. "Before I say anything else, I have to know; do you love me?

"Yes," I avowed, "without reservation."

"Do you believe in me?" she continued.

I was glad she phrased it that way. There is a fine line between 'believe in' and 'trust' – if only in my own mind. At that point, my answers to the two would probably have been different. Perhaps she sensed that before she worded her inquiry.

"Yes," I repeated.

"Then believe in this," she intoned with feeling. "In the three months we have been together, you have become my life, my reason for living. I have never told that to another human – ever. I never thought I ever would. My lifestyle doesn't lend itself to deep emotional attachments. I got lucky with you – very lucky.

"Do you remember what I told you in the beginning, at the restaurant? 'A week, a month, a lifetime; it makes no difference. When it's right, it's right; you just know it.' We are right. We belong together. I didn't know it that first time, when we met at the club. I have known since that fabulous Valentine's Day weekend, though. Every day, I thank God for sending you to me."

"I can't get enough of you," I affirmed softly. "In the beginning, it was wonderful; just you and me, forget about anything and everyone else. Then, things started getting... complicated. You were with me a lot after my surgery and I loved that. Now that I'm becoming more... well, more like you... and I wanted me to be, I feel like we are drifting apart. I hardly ever see you as it is. Then, you left for L.A...."