Film Student and Me

by Julie Hilden

Genres: Romance; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

A woman decides to have a revenge affair with a younger man in this scorching-hot erotic romance, only available on ebook. When happily married forty-year-old Rebecca Moore discovers that her husband is having an affair with a younger woman in his firm, she decides that there’s only one solution: have an affair of her own—with a younger man. But the results are far more surprising and exciting than she imagined as she undergoes a life-changing sexual awakening beyond her wildest—and darkest—fantasies…

Release date: August 5, 2013

Publisher: Pocket Star

Print pages: 280

Sample

The Film Student and Me

1

The day it all begins, the sunlight gleams off my daughters’ butter-blond hair as we run to catch a cab downtown. They are smiling and I’m happy, too. They remind me of young colts, skinny and pretty, their long, knobby-kneed legs not quite fitting their young bodies.

Ahead of me, the girls motion for a cab to stop. They open the door and shout, “Mommy, hurry!â€

Belle and Lily, my ten-year-old twins, still like being with me. I’ve been told by many moms that they won’t like me very much anymore by the time they’re thirteen or so. But in this moment, when they are still so young, I feel that I live an enchanted life with them and my husband, Caleb. Our Upper East Side town house is so large it embarrasses me; our beautiful daughters attend one of the best schools in the city; and my marriage is still wonderful after all these years.

Caleb may not be exciting, with his preppy reserve and his unwavering routines, but he’s solid, a loving provider. At fifty, ten years older than I am, he’s already graying and balding, and has adopted a supershort haircut in response. But he’s still very handsome. Sometimes I ruffle his remaining hair, and he grins at me and says, “Get it while it lasts.â€

But we both know that he’ll still be attractive even when he’s bald. The smile lines on his tanned face become him, and he’s as fit as a man half his age. In the summer now, playing tennis or squash every day without fail, Caleb practically vibrates with health.

Caleb loves me, and I love him. Just as we always have, ever since we met. That is what we say to each other, and that is what I believe.

And then the cab drops us off in SoHo. Just as the girls and I get out, I see Caleb. He’s standing at the other end of the block, next to a twenty-something woman.

I instantly recognize her from Caleb’s financial firm’s annual holiday party. Her name is Jill, and she joined the firm straight out of business school. She’s pretty in an annoying, perky, overly blond kind of way, like an actress in a detergent commercial. And I remember, from talking to her at the party, that she’s relentlessly, irritatingly upbeat. I also recall that she’s a “quant†with an economics degree, the kind Caleb most respects. (He sees my English degree as useless, a costly indulgence.)

I assume that they’ve simply run into each other and started chatting, or gone out for a cup of coffee. When Jill joined the firm, Caleb told me he planned to mentor her. He told me that women sometimes had trouble finding mentors in his office, and said, “Isn’t that a shame?†And I agreed; it was.

Caleb’s office isn’t far from here, and he told me this morning that he’d be working today even though it’s Saturday. So I am just about to go up to them and greet them with the girls in tow.

But then I see Jill give my husband a kiss. A very passionate kiss. And everything suddenly freezes inside me, on this hot summer day—my body, my heart, my thoughts.

A few panicked, paralyzed seconds pass as my mind refuses to believe what I have just seen. Then, remembering my daughters, I make myself move quickly, and I hustle Belle and Lily into another cab.

“I’ve changed my mind. The shopping will be much better uptown,†I tell them.

Belle whines, “My favorite stores are here!â€

But Lily, who doesn’t miss a thing, understands what is going on.

She asks me, “Who was that lady with Daddy?â€

And I lie to my daughters for the first time ever.

“That wasn’t Daddy,†I tell them. “It was just a man who looked like him. I thought it was Daddy, too, for a minute, but it definitely wasn’t.â€

As I lie, my heart breaks. I wonder if Lily will ever trust me again, or whether this moment will define her young life, marked forever as the day she stopped believing what I say.

I saw no choice, though. Lying meant that at least I could still protect Belle from knowing the truth. And maybe I could keep Lily from being absolutely certain about what she saw. For as long as I could, I would keep my girls from knowing that their dad is an adulterer; that he soon may leave.

As the cab takes us uptown, hatred and fear rise up inside me. Did he see me and the girls? Does he know I saw him kiss Jill? Will he be waiting for me at home—wanting to apologize, begging me not to leave? Or will he tell me that he wants a divorce, that he’s leaving me for Jill?

But when I get home, Caleb isn’t there. Only our maid, Teresa. She’s finished cleaning, and as I pay her, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.

Teresa notices and says, “You okay, miss?†(I’ve told her many times to call me Rebecca, but she won’t; she’s old school.)

I assure her that I’m fine, but my heart feels like it’s cracking apart.

I realize that it’s actually a good thing that Caleb isn’t home. If he had been, my first instinct would have been to confront him. But I would never have forgiven myself if we’d had a fight with the girls here. My parents never worried if I overheard their fights, and I hated it. And I’ve always been proud that Caleb and I have never fought when the girls were in the house. It’s been one of our most important rules, and I still want to abide by it now—even with everything falling apart around me.

I try Caleb at the office, and on his cell, but he doesn’t answer. Unable to confront him, I take the girls shopping as I promised. It’s hard for me to focus, but I force myself to give an opinion on the dresses and jeans and shoes they try on. Usually I emphasize that we have a budget; I don’t want them to grow up spoiled. But today I veto nothing; I simply hand over my credit card to the store clerks. Today, anything goes.

Once we’re back at the town house, I watch the girls try on everything they’ve bought, matching their new items with clothes they already have. I almost forget the ugly reason for the spree when I hear their giddy laughter as they compliment each other’s choices. For a moment I am happy, because they are happy. For a moment I can almost forget what I saw.

That night when Caleb comes to bed, sometime after midnight, I pretend that I’m asleep. When I’m sure that he’s asleep, I sit up and stare at him—my handsome, unfaithful husband. He’ll leave me soon, I can feel it. A wave of sickness sweeps through me as I think about what’s in store.

I think about our wedding day, how happy I was. I was just out of college; Caleb, just out of business school. We married barefoot on a California beach, near his parents’ house. My dress was made of simple white cotton. Our ring bearer was a golden retriever. The ring was tied with a blue ribbon to the dog’s collar—our “something blue.†I still have it in my jewelry box.

We were the couple who made up goofy vows to replace the standard ones: I promised I’d always make Caleb pancakes on Sundays; he promised he’d always instantly fix everything that broke in our house. But what can I do now, when he’s broken our marriage?