So I haven’t been in contact
with V for years. I’m kind of grateful but at the same time, I’m not because I
miss him. I shared more details with two of my three closest friends than I did
with you guys but they still don’t know 100% of the details. As far as they
know and as far as you guys know, he and I slept together a handful of
times…the reality is that I was his mistress for the better part of two and
half years.
I did know from the get go that
he was married for a number of years before he started working for my brother.
I don’t know how it happened or why it happened but somehow, we fell for each
other. As some mistresses think and feel that their lover would leave their
wife for them – the mistress – I had hoped for that too but I knew deep down inside
that V wouldn’t leave his wife. I’ve heard this too often from other women who
were involved with married men – their married lovers never left their wives. I
knew, despite caring for him, that he wouldn’t leave her for me.
We had to be secretive about
this from many people; my brother (the boss), the staff (45+ people) and his
wife. There was only one server on staff at the time who knew about the first
night. We - V and I - pretty much ignored each other on the days we worked together….the
only times that we talked is when we got into work, a little bit at lunch time
so I could tell him my lunch order, and when one of us left ahead of the other
for the night.
After one Christmas Eve service,
I was headed towards the restroom and nearly ran into him coming out of the
men’s restroom, apologized and wished me a Merry Christmas. I knew that he was
a rush to get to a Christmas Eve Mass and I told him that I’d walk out with him
because I had something in my car for he and his wife. He said ok and followed
me out; of course, me coming from a midatlantic state, went outside in December
without a jacket; he came from a country in either Latin America or South
America - I can’t remember each one – was bundled up in a sweatshirt, a jacket
that was zipped up, wool knit hat and a pair of heavy gloves…shaking his head
at me for walking outside in the winter without a coat. I’m part Italian and I have curves...ya think I need a jacket? Nope! I retrieved a bottle of wine out of my
trunk and gave it to him. He gave me a full on hug, kissed me on my cheek and
whispered that he’d rather be with me than with his wife, at mass, because Christmas
Eve was NOT about Mass….it was being with family and with ones that you love.
In Spanish, I wished him a “Merry Christmas”, moved my car closer to the back
door, went to the bathroom, switched my shoes, grabbed my stuff and headed
home. Normally it takes me 50 to 55 minutes to get home but it took over an
hour; I was at work at 8 am (usually went in at 10/10:15) and left around 10
(normally leave around 8:30/8:45 pm). I was tired, hungry and in desperate for
a shower. I finally got home a little after 11 pm, woke up my parents to say
that I was home safe and sound, showered and ate a banana…I was too tired to
eat anything else.
About a week later, I officially
became his mistress. It was all about the secret texts, hiding everything. I’d
tell my parents that I was staying at my brother’s and I was telling my brother
that I was staying at a friend’s and my friends all said that they’d cover for
me if it got to that point; they’ve also used me as their cover many times over the years for a variety of reasons so it was fair. They knew
something was up but they all trusted that I was doing the right thing. At
first, I felt guilty not sharing with them of what was going on but I
eventually shared that I was “seeing someone” and that he wasn’t anyone they
knew – I met him while I was “out” one night. They asked if they could meet him
and I said that it was too soon for them to meet him but it was a possibility
depending on how it was going. They kept on pushing and pushing to meet him and
I told them that it wasn’t working out…..at that time it was true; we were
fighting. I wanted him to stay the night with me on occasion but he said he
couldn’t; I asked if he could tell his wife that he was “out with the boys”
until early hours in the morning. We spend our days ignoring each other but all
I wanted was a few more hours with him…making love. That’s what it was. It
wasn’t fucking and it wasn’t sex; we had such passion for each other.
As the months went on, we fell
in love. I knew before then that he was married but it didn’t stop us falling
for each other. There were more than a hand full of times that he spent the
whole night with me…to this day, I have zero clue how he managed that and it
worked somehow. And I was grateful when he was able to stay the night. In the
ass crack of the morning, I’d drop him off at a friend’s house near where he
lives with the wife so his wife could bring him to work.
As much as we cared for each
other, it was beginning to be difficult for both of us to work on the same days.
There would be days that he refused to make my lunch and days that he’d tell
the guys to NOT make my lunch for me. Word was going getting around to my
brother that V’s disinterest in cooking for me and telling the guys to NOT cook
for me. Shit went down that day. I was in the office doing paperwork, having
another slice of pizza (that I loved) but didn’t want. My brother came in and
asked me if I was spreading shit about V. I told my brother that out of ALL the
staff, I know him the least and since I have limited information about him, why
the fuck would I make shit up and spread it; I said that he never bothered me
before and always seemed to be ok with cooking for me and if he was busy, he’d
always ask one of the guys. I explained that the only problem that I had with
him is that he’s now having issues making lunch and it wasn’t really that big
of a deal. My brother said ok and asked me to step out of the office and yelled
for V to meet him in the office. My brother talked to V about what was going
on. V was coming up with all this nonsense; stuff I was saying to him and about
him at the restaurant. My brother said that he’s NEVER once heard me say
negative things in reference to him and if V wanted to stay working for him, he
needed to shape up or he’d get fired. V said ok and walked away.
For the next two weeks, I
ignored anytime that he text me or call me. I wasn’t playing games with V. He’d
left me about 20 voicemails and however many texts in those two weeks; he kept
saying that he was sorry and that he was frustrated living a double life and
having a difficult time with it. Starting the third week, my brother pulled the
both of us in the office to figure out our shit. I told my brother that I could
actually care less if he kept V or fired him but IF he stayed, he’d have to
shape up and stop causing shit, claiming that I was behind it. V said that I
need to stop being a bitch towards him. My brother started laughing so hard that he almost pissed himself and told V
that I was acting like a bitch towards him because he deserved it; causing drama
that he – my brother – has no patience to deal with it because he’s a business
owner.
As I left, V grabbed my wrist
and as I spun around, slapping him as hard as I could across his face telling him to NEVER lay a
finger on me again. The entire kitchen staff heard the slap and me yelling at
V. My brother looked both amused and slightly annoyed; my brother could only
laugh and tell V that I meant it…not to lay another finger on me again. I told
my brother that I love him but I am ABSOLUTELY done with V’s shit and that I
was going home. I don’t have the patience to deal with a man lying about shit I
supposedly said, acting as if he actually wanted to apologize and act as if
nothing had happened. My brother said: “Fine. Just this one time you can leave
early in a situation like this. Come back tomorrow as per your usual time.” And
off I went. I can’t tell you how many texts and calls V made to me as I was
driving home. I was beyond livid with him. He knew how much I loved him and all
the money I was spending on hotels; lying to family and friends of where I was
staying.
I’d gotten fast food for me to eat
when I got home; I don’t like my food boiling hot so I had my fast food at room
temperature. And with the mood that I was in, I ordered a ton. I didn’t care
that night. I got tired of him texting and calling so for the rest of the
night, I blocked him; I needed to eat and I needed my sleep. I’d slept like a
log. In the morning, I showered and got ready for work. As I was heading to my car, I unblocked
V and shot him a text saying that as of that day, we were over; I don’t have
time not the patience for a man/lover that acts like a fucking 2 yr old. I told
him that I may forgive him but I need more than a month.
It had been 4 months before my
brother had to call a truce between the two of us. My brother knew I don’t mess
around with shit like that. He called us both into the office to kinda “force”
us to talk to each other. Quick side note; my brother is a very strict boss but
he will help his employees fix the shit between each other.
My brother was joking
that V was looking like a zombie because it looks like he wasn’t able to sleep
and acted like a heartbroken teen boy for losing his gf and I was acting like a
cold and heartless teen girl who broke her high school bf’s heart so brutally.
He looked at V and said that I used this same tactic when we were growing up
and that without a doubt his sister WILL win this pissing contest and that in this case, his sister definitely has the bigger 🍆🍆. He left the
office and told us to fix it. I pretty much told V: “Fuck you, hombre! You
caused this shit and now I’m ending it. As of right now, you are NOT to make my
lunch/dinner orders, I will ask the other guys to take care of it for me since
they have the utmost respect for me - not just because I’m the boss’s sister
but because it’s a two way street of respect with them and I. Clearly you don’t
have any respect for me. Come to me when you do!” I stormed off and all the
guys on the line – including my brother – applauded me for standing up for
myself. My brother had hugged me because I stood up for myself and that I had
earned the respect of the staff at that moment as an employee, not as his kid sister.
The months had continued to go
but that he tried to talk to me at work - on my way in, between shifts and as I
was heading home. He eventually gave up. I was grateful and relieved at the
same time. I had overheard him once or twice in Spanish – I could understand more
than I could speak at that time – and walked away. He was telling the guys who
would listen that he genuinely loved me and was frustrated with some personal
stuff at the time and so he took it out on me even though he knew that I didn’t
do anything wrong. One day, between shifts – I hosted during lunch, I was in
the office between 2:30 and 4:45 and hosted from 5 pm to 8 or 9 pm depending on how
busy it was – I had called his name and asked him to make me lunch; he asked me
what I’d like and I told him to surprise me and that’s what he did. He’d made
the best lunch that he ever made me – before the fight and before he left
working for my brother the last time.
We started back on the “I’m his
mistress” train and no one had found out. We continued like this for another
year and a half. I never asked him to leave his wife for me because I knew he
never would – he’s a super strict Catholic and doesn’t believe in divorces nor does
he believe in annulments even though they’re acceptable in The Church - and I had to accept that I had him just part time.
Those three little words were said between us multiple times; not just when we
were making love but throughout the times we were together and occasionally
managed it at work without anyone hearing. We were the happiest when we were
together and saddened that I had to drop him off near his house. We didn’t want
to end the time we were spending together.
Towards the end of the relationship,
I used to “brag” (for a lack of a better word) – until then – about how
punctual I was with PMS; I was never early and was never late. PMS came at the same time, the
same day and end on the same day every single month without fail until the last
3 months. I missed my period the first month and by the second month, I was throwing up but I thought it was a stomach bug. By the third
month, I went to Planned Parenthood instead of my primary physician; they did a
blood test to make sure that I was pregnant. They gave me a call later that day with result over
the phone verifying that I was, indeed, pregnant. I was heartbroken because I knew that
V would NOT help me out financially – his wife would find out – nor would he
help me raise the baby. I didn’t want my brother to ask any questions – I worked
10 to 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and he knew that on Sundays, I did laundry
and slept for most of the day…he’d put 2 and 2 together knowing that I was
knocked up by one of the guys and I didn’t want to get fired and I didn’t want
V to get fired either.
I scheduled an appointment with
my local Planned Parenthood for an early, early morning appointment for 7 am
because I knew that with the abortion pill, they wanted to observe me for up to
2 hours…I wanted a little leeway to give myself time to deal with traffic on my
way to work. Thankfully, I didn’t have any adverse reactions to the pill. They
gave me two more; one to take 12 hours later and the last one to take at 7 am the
following day.
I went to work like I normally
would and acted like I normally would. Of course my brother being my brother knew
something was wrong and pulled me into the office and asked me what was wrong.
I did want to tell him but at the same time I didn’t want to. So I told him
that I was going through some personal stuff but he kept pushing. Yeesh, older
brothers I tell you! I told him in normal circumstances that I would but in
this situation, he can’t help me; it’s OUT of his realm, he said ok and gave me
a hug. I didn’t talk to or even look at V. I couldn’t look at him in the eye
for the rest of the week. Clearly, he knew something was wrong.
He finally texted me after I had
left that Saturday night to ask me what was wrong. I told him that I WAS
pregnant with his child but not anymore. He called me after he received the
text. He asked a ton of questions about everything; when did I get pregnant,
was it his, did I have a miscarriage, etc. I didn’t know if I should laugh or
cry. I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh. I told him it was and I knew
it was his because I was his mistress and wasn’t having sex with anyone but him;
I spent a quite a few nights a week with him and on my day off, I was doing
laundry and napped…I didn’t have the energy to have sex with anyone else. He
had asked again if I had a miscarriage and I said that no I didn’t but had an
abortion.
As a staunch Catholic, he was
upset that I took life away from a baby; his baby. I said that I’ve known since
that he’d NEVER leave his wife for me and that he’d NEVER support the baby and I
– if he did, the wife would kick him out. I did NOT want to ruin the marriage
anymore than I already did so I made the decision of what’s best for me. I was
NOT ready to be a mother (nor am I ready now), I didn’t want his wife to kick
him out, and I didn’t want him to spend money on me. He was livid that I hadn’t
gone to him to explain to him before I had the abortion. I said that I could
care less what happens in the country where he’s originally from BUT living in the
US, I have the choice of what I get to do with MY body and that I don’t need
his – or anyone else’s – permission to get an abortion.
We didn’t talk for the next two
months and I was relieved that the abortion pills worked, I didn’t have to
worry being involved with him anymore and that he no longer had the desire to
cook for me nor the desire for me. My brother noticed my improved mood and that
I closer to being back to my happy go lucky meets sarcastic self. He asked if
my personal shit is back together and I said that for the most part it is but there’s
still something that’s bothering me and that I wanted to share with him. He
lead me to the office and asked me what was up. I reminded him about all the
bullshit said about me by V still bothers me and that after I accepted his
apology but days later, he asked me to go for drinks and that one time I did
but after repeated invitations, I kept saying no, thanks. I told my brother
that it was just a few drinks and a ton of bullshitting; nothing physically
happened and I eventually got everything situated after explaining to V that it
was a one night thing for drinks, I shouldn’t have agreed due to who I am and
that I wasn’t to socialize with the staff. My brother was annoyed that I went
out for drinks with a married man, an employee of his, but at the same time he
was grateful that I told him.
He called V into the office and
shared with him what I told my brother. My brother asked him if it was a fair
assessment of what happened between he and I; V lied through his teeth and said that it was. V explained
that he wanted to get to know me a little better outside of work and despite he
being a married man – a Catholic no less! – was interested in me but he kept it
to himself. He shared that once I explained that I shouldn’t have socialized
with him outside of work, it was a hard hit to take but he understood that I am
his boss’s kid sister and he’s the employee, finally understanding why I hadn’t
shared personal shit with anyone at work – besides my brother and his wife. V apologized
to both my brother and I; saying that he’d understand **if** my brother wanted
to fire him. My brother said that he knew something was going on between V and
I but wasn’t sure what it was; he’s glad that we both “fessed up” and there won’t
be any firing and he’d keep a closer eye on us for the next few months. We
understood why and we didn’t like it but we knew that if we wanted to continue
to work for him, we’d have to deal with it.
As the months went by, my
brother let up, V started cooking for me again and my brother gave him
questioning looks when V cooked a little “too” fancy for me…V had laughed it
off and saying that he has more respect for me now than he did before and felt
like he wanted to show it from time to time. My brother chuckled and let it go.
After 6 months of getting back
to normal for the 3 of us, my brother called me and V into the office because V
wanted to share something with the two of us; he had told his wife that he took
me out for drinks and that she wanted him to quit because she didn’t want him
to work with me anymore. My brother said that he wasn’t going to fire his
sister and nor would he let his best line cook go so he had V call his wife –
putting her on speaker phone – so both he and my brother could talk to her…I
started to walk away but my brother told me to wait; I didn’t think there was a
point because I understand just enough Spanish to talk with the guys but NOT to
this level but I waited. As the wife was speaking, my brother had a translator
app open and sharing what was said and translated it into English
In a nutshell, she didn’t want
us to work together because she feared that I’d be the second mistress that V had
since they’d been married; she didn’t trust me, not even as the boss’s
sister. My brother had butt in explaining that it’s forbidden that I were to get
personally involved with any of the male staff – obviously with the exception
of my brother – besides, I mostly talked to the female staff anyways. After a little
back and forth, V said he’d stay for another year while my brother looked for
another guy to replace him. He ended up staying for another 2 years before he
found another job.
It was kinda interesting after
those meetings that the 3 of us had in the office. The staff kept asking me
what was going on in the office when it was the 3 of us, so at that point, I
kept telling them to go speak to my brother since it’s not my business to
share. It got to the point where the 3 of us had to meet in the office to have
one story and for the 3 of us to stick to it. We decided that we’d say that V
had issues coming in without a hangover – which is the truth – and tended to
fight with me and another person – which was also the truth – and since I was
considered as HR and my brother, well being the boss, had to get involved. V
didn’t care much for it but he said that it’s true that it’s been hard to come
in not messed up and his fighting with another employee.
V told me privately that he’s
been hitting the booze since I’d told him about the abortion. I told him that
isn’t an excuse. I told him that his wife NEVER found out about us, never will
and should be grateful that I fudged the truth about us to my brother so
neither one of us would get fired. He said that I was right. He then lightened
up on the drinking, not completely, but hardly came into work hungover again.
As his time was coming to a close, he and the “employee” stopped fighting and
started working together as a team
again, we became friends (though that didn’t last for more than a year) and his
relationship was better with his wife now that he wasn’t getting drunk so
often.
We haven’t spoken in over 2
years. For the most part, I miss him and
our friendship, barely think about our affair and barely feel any guilt since
we both cared about each other, don’t think about the abortion much and my
brother doesn’t talk to him often; my brother is still oblivious that V and I
had an affair – for which I’m grateful for.
I often think of V and wonder if
he thinks about me or even the affair. I tell myself that he doesn’t think
about us and tell myself that probably has a few more children with his wife. I
never reach out to him anymore and it’s for the best; the less involved with
each other, the better off that we are…and healthier.
