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  Leticia couldn’t believe her fate, the man sitting across from her without a doubt was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Having just recently split with a long-term boyfriend, she decided to go shopping and take her mind off her woes. She spotted him at the counter initially. His handsomeness combined with the fact that he was Latino caused her to freeze in her tracks. He was her Perfect Man and the husband she dreamt about when she was a child. Women in the same department each gave him second glances but he didn’t seem to care. He was extremely confident and Leticia loved self-assuredness in a man, and this particular man exuded charm in addition to poise. He was so enticing; she couldn’t help but fall in love with him at first sight. She had to keep him interested, no matter what.

  Eduardo dated her on and off and had no intentions of the relationship to go any further—none whatsoever. He had no physical urges towards her and never once tried to steal a kiss. She was merely binding his time to the next and helped fill the void of wanting someone else.

  Leticia invited Eduardo over for dinner one night wanting to show him how much she loved to cook. Rather display her capabilities, he thought. Was it a ploy? He knew so at the time. He wasn’t marriage material—even mentioned it to her on their second date. She shrugged it off, informing him that she was only interested in him as a friend. Yah right, then why cook him dinner? It was a losing mind game, but he’d just come from visiting his parents an hour earlier and Amber and Victor had been at the house. Amber walked around wearing a very tight, exceptionally curvy sundress that he just couldn’t seem to get his mind off of! Amber bewildered him again, attracted his every sense. He entered Leticia’s residence that night already feeling quite aroused from Amber’s womanly curves.

  Come to think of it, it was quite stupid of him to allow Amber to smolder him like that, but when Leticia was in the process of serving him a second piece of chicken; Eduardo grabbed her waist from behind and ran his hands up her body towards her breasts. Leticia dropped the platter on the floor and immediately turned around to receive him and his touch. Leticia moaned with pleasure—wrapped her arms around his neck, diving in for a kiss—she had never felt desire so strong before.

  Eduardo knew Leticia wouldn’t pass that little advance up, no woman did. It was his passion for Amber that sent him into another direction. He didn’t want Leticia; she was merely a substitute, her body simply available to satisfy whom he really craved. She was warm, pleasing, her kisses steadfast, neat. He tried every attempt at unhinging her bra, but she kept pushing his roving hands away.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I want to, but...”

  He reversed for an instant, but soon grabbed her body back. “...But what?”

  Leticia wasn’t going to give up without a fight. It was Eduardo’s erotic gaze that weakened her knees. Eduardo knew instantly his consequence on the poor girl, she didn’t have a chance and brought her body back into his, holding the back of her head to keep her lips under his control.

  Leticia couldn’t send him away even if she was thinking clearly—and she definitely wasn’t thinking clearly! She wanted to be with him; after all, he was going to be her husband one-day, she felt so in her heart. She never favored another man like she did Eduardo Sanchez. Never allowed her body to be touched the way she allowed him to touch her.

  Leticia gave in without further ado and made their way towards the bedroom, throwing their bodies onto her bed. Eduardo closed his eyes—a terrible thing to do! Straight away he envisioned the only female on his mind, on top of Amber: sensually kissing her neck, inside her ear, her breasts. Amber was so beautiful to him, her body answering to his every question.

  His kisses got deeper and deeper as he pulled down her bra, feeling her gasp for air. Leticia ran her hands underneath his shirt, pulled at his back, tried to draw down his pants, inviting him inside. She didn’t quite know what she wanted, but she wanted it now and the heat between her legs ached to feel all of him, pressing her, dousing the fire ignited within.

  Eduardo unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper and obliged. He was untamed visualizing Amber beneath him quivering to his contact. He didn’t want to stop the mental picture and pushed his manhood into her, thrusting again and again. Her sheath was constricted; tighter and dryer than expected and suffered her body go limp, hearing her small cries and whimper. The sensation was not what he projected nor experienced in quite awhile. She closed her legs in tenderness as he reopened his eyes.

  Good God, she’s a virgin!

  Leticia threw her head back in pain. She didn’t expect it to hurt so much and the tears began to fall.

  Eduardo looked down at her as she began to cry. He stopped—felt his bulk unwilling to retreat. Oh hell he forgot his condom too? He pulled out immediately and tried to control his urge, tried to relax and clumsily laid down beside her on the bed.

  Not even moving in the slightest, Leticia laid still. She wanted her first time to be wonderful, passionate, but not like this and felt short-changed, the deed unfulfilled. She closed her legs immediately and tried to forget the pain and embarrassment.

  “You OK?” Eduardo apologized, scooting away from her body like she turned blue. “I didn’t know...honestly, I had no idea.”

  Leticia reached over for the blanket and shyly covered up her midriff and breasts. “I’m sorry too, I should have told you, but you were...I mean, I should have told you.”

  Eduardo sat up; spread the comforter over his torso as well, “I feel like such a jerk.”

  “Eddie...it’s OK, don’t worry, I’m all right. I’m glad it was you,” Leticia expressed, leaning over to caress his strong worried face.

  “Are you sure?”

  She blushed, her green eyes widening with emotion. “I couldn’t help myself...I felt like I needed to be with you. You have such a strong energy on women, but I bet you already knew that, didn’t you?”

  Now she made him blush. He turned away, laid back down, ran his hand up and down his bare chest.

  Leticia watched him attentively while he did this. Eduardo was so incredibly sexy, his nakedness screamed come touch me. Suddenly feeling the urge, Leticia rolled over and started kissing his shoulder.

  What was it about him that women just seemed to want an auxiliary sexual encounter? That his dates wanted to make love through the entire night and he just rather leave?

  Eduardo was feeling a bit uneasy now; knowing full well he just spoiled her virginity. Leticia was the type of woman who held out for marriage and he wasn’t a marrying man. He was also quite upset with himself for not thinking clearly. He should have put the condom on prior to his sudden burst of rhapsody. It made him ill how he could have been so senseless. It was Amber—Goddamn her! Why did he have to fantasize about making love to her? He’s never done that before, never needed to. He was always physically attracted to the women he bedded and really had no desire to be with this female, and to top it off; he’s just committed the pinnacle of mistakes by not protecting himself!

  He didn’t want to have sex with this woman again and pulled away from Leticia’s wandering mouth. Rolling out of bed he glanced over at her lying there then noticed the considerable amount of blood on the blanket.

  Eight

  Competition

  Or maybe, Amber thought one night; my Father Figure was my mother...and why not? Sheila had to be somewhat of a father to her as well. Amber never really had a true father, or at least one step-father that stuck around long enough that she could really get to know. The only parent that really stuck around was Sheila—that forceful, strong-willed, stubborn mother of hers. Opinionated yes, caring yes, a little bit of both really, and in this strange time of playful exchange with her brother-in-law did she realize why she was so attracted to him in the first place. He introduced her to that presence of unyielding strength, the force that her mother encompassed. It was what drew her to him.

  Eduardo was a man who knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it. He encompassed primeval testosterone with a ca
n-do attitude. He was intelligent, unrehearsed, and dressed like no other with passionate eyes that could look deep into your soul. And confidence! She’d never seen someone with so much self-assurance; it practically oozed out of his body. A strut and saunter that was a habit. Saunter, yes, definitely saunter. What was it about men who sauntered? Did they practice it? Was it acquired when you were attractive, to enter a room in such a way as to control it? All eyes on him and nothing else, and when the physical attraction was not achieved, the walk would definitely clinch the arena? Why do females instantly look in the direction of the male who saunters? Was it instant magnetism or awe of assurance and conceit? Whatever it was, Eduardo possessed it. Men like Eduardo were never interested in Amber. They might look at her body yes, but never wanted to date her. Men like Eduardo wanted a celebrity, a super model or at least a centerfold. Amber was none of those; she was a tomboy through and through, played softball, skinned her knees and challenged the boys at burping.

  Everything was comfy, cozy for Amber until Leticia walked through that Sanchez front door. Amber and Victor had just finished telling The Family that she was pregnant for the second time, and everyone was sharing their best wishes when Leticia appeared. There she was. There they were; both of them with their arms around each other’s waist, obviously in love, stealing every bit of Amber’s joy.

  Amber was feeling more than content lately that she had the love and comfort of Victor and now after years of effort, Eduardo’s attention. It was his attention, his utmost consideration that she constantly tried to achieve. It was fun; it was exciting in the ways that she won. Her innocent flirtation evolved into intrigue. It felt special to know that a man like Eduardo was interested in a tomboy like herself even if they were just friends. At first, she really didn’t want all his concentration, but after playing with his curiosity, it became almost necessary to her. Call it a game; call it entertainment or sport, but Amber was feeling worthy now; she was a woman who had the power to entice. The capability of snapping her fingers and then suddenly, Eduardo would appear. She would walk across the room, go into the kitchen, he would follow. She would walk outside; sit down near the pool, he would materialize. At the dinner table, choosing a chair, Eduardo would sit next to her. They’d laugh, tell each other a joke, poke fun at one another, talk about their same interests; it was all very safe, protected still by the Sister-in-law slash Brother-in-law Act. That accepted action between a man and a woman who were wed into the same family.

  And then she came into the house, with her long lean figure, ebony hair, made-up face and incredible green eyes. The moment Eduardo stepped into the house with Leticia; Amber knew all her merriment would have to vanish. Amber was no longer in control of Eduardo and his wonderment. He was going to be totally consumed by the exquisite Leticia, his new claim, his fresh prize, and she should have been a bitch, she should have been stuck up, wretched, but she wasn’t!

  And oh how the Sanchez’s cheered at her existence, raising their hands up in the air as if they were praising the Lord at church on Sunday’s. Never have they seen a maiden as “cuando bastante as Leticia” and oh how her eyes “were greener than Eduardo’s” or the “leaves on the flowers around the house” they continually repeated as if singing an acclamation. The Family flocked to her like she was some sort of movie star entering their humble habitat. She was exalted instantly, the zenith of Latin perfection. She came from a Catholic background, unlike Amber who never attended church, Leticia and her family went twice a week. She was a virgin—Amber could only assume darn her— loved children, could cook and had a career, car, apartment, many things Amber never achieved at her age.

  Amber was jealous immediately. The way Eduardo smiled effortlessly when they exchanged special glances, veiled looks and confidence in one another. But it doesn’t matter, she kept telling herself, I have Victor.

  “Amber, this is Leticia.”

  Just the way he said her name with that ethnic accent, sent Amber raving into another dimension. You see she thought it was pronounced “Luh-tish-sha”, but when Eduardo said her name, it was “Le-tee-see-uh.” Whatever, Amber thought.

  “Glad to meet you Leticia,” Amber just said, extending out her hand. Leticia grabbed her hand and gave her a kiss on her cheek, holding Amber’s hand within hers for a moment.

  “Oh, I’m so glad to meet you finally, Eddie’s told me so much about you and Victor and the family, I feel like I know you already, I hope we become great friends,” Leticia let out honestly, sweetly.

  Amber was shocked at how nice she was. Darn it! Eddie? When did he shorten his name? They had given each other pet names? This is sick, nauseating and why am I so goddamn jealous? Darn it! Damn him! Why wasn’t I ever allowed to call him that?

  “Eduardo, congratulate us, we’re having another baby!” Victor announced, coming up behind his wife and wrapping his arms around her waist.

  Eduardo’s expression goes clean. Amber was getting further and farther away from his reach. Was she ever even available? Good God, another baby? He closed his eyes slightly, grabbed Leticia’s hand and squeezed it tight. Hopefully the temptation of kissing his sister-in-law would fade now that she was going to have another child with his brother. Just proved to Eduardo extensively how devoted she was to him. The thought of the dedication made him smile. “Congratulations,” Eduardo happily gave to the couple.

  Amber watched Eduardo escort his ladylove to the backyard. She observed them through the sheer curtains, nuzzle up to each other and kiss delicately. Then Eduardo closed his eyes and looked sadly down at the ground.

  “He said he wants to marry her,” Rosalba whispered into Amber’s ear as she approached behind her. Both women gaze at Eduardo as he hovered over Leticia like she was some porcelain china doll. “You like her, no?”

  Amber turned to look at her mother-in-law, “Yes, I do actually, she seems nice.”

  “Her family has been going to St. Ferdinand for two generations. Eduardo was very lucky to find such a rare flower,” Rosalba said, patting her daughter-in-law on her back. “Sí, yes, this is a great day daughter, come with me to start the dinner, no?”

  Amber broke away from the happy couple and looked straight into Rosalba’s eyes. Yes, she was her daughter, she thought. One of The Family, this special, wonderful, loving family. Rosalba was such a gracious person, so gentle and so loving to all her family members and that most definitely included her. Amber was already accepted into The Family years ago. The Family was just excited, elated that’s all and Leticia was still just a guest until Eduardo made it final.

  When Victor and Amber got home later that night, Victor couldn’t stop talking about her holiness. How his mother and father just opened up their arms and treated her like she was already a member of The Family.

  “Did you see how Mama kept holding her hand like Leticia was going to fly away or something?”

  Amber was in the other room surveying the empty crib and whispered back to him, “Yes, and did you notice how your father kept stuttering?”

  Victor escorted a sleepy Adrian to his own room. “Untie your shoes mehiò before you take them off.”

  A sluggish Adrian slowly began untying his shoes and Victor pulled out his son’s pajamas and began undressing him. “What did you think about her eyes?” Victor inquired as Amber walked into Adrian’s room.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is, so they’re green, whatever,” Amber gave out, trying to play them down.

  Victor slipped the pajama top over his son’s head. “Yah—I know, but they’re so green, Eduardo’s are green, but hers—I’ve never seen eyes like that before.”

  Amber was already upset about the evening and the momentous Leticia introduction. “They remind me of cat’s eyes.”

  Amber helped Victor put Adrian to bed and covered up her son with a comforter while Adrian closed his eyes immediately to dream about cats.

  Amber and Victor closed their son’s door and tipped toed down the hallway to their own bedroom. Victor bega
n taking off his watch, his belt, and his shoes.

  Amber just stood there, drained. “Eduardo’s gonna marry her, huh?” She let out, surprised of the words that came out of her mouth. She didn’t intend on it sounding so suspicious, but Victor was oblivious, as far as he was concerned, Amber was his faithful wife, in body and mind.

  “Eduardo is a lifetime bachelor. I’m surprised he did bring her home.”

  Amber was amazed. I’ve known Victor for how long now? Over ten years? And how many girlfriends has Eduardo brought home to meet his parents? None, if I can recall correctly. So why on earth did he bring her home? He must have asked her to marry him, he must have…Darn that Le-tee-see-uh! Where on earth did she come from? Stealing all my thunder! How come she just couldn’t stay glued to a pew in her church and become a nun?

  Victor turned on the TV as he lie down in bed. Amber turned her back to him, disrobed and pulled her shirt over her head, messing up her hair. She unhooked her bra, pulled one of her husband’s old T-shirts over her head and turned around to face Victor and his weird grin. “What?”

  “Why do you always change your clothes with your back towards me?” Victor asked incredulous. He was still mesmerized by Amber’s beauty. Her waist petite, her chest perfect and her hips so sensuous, he always liked staring at her.

  Amber had to think fast. Why did she disrobe with her back always towards him? Why did she always feel shy around him? He’s seen her naked obviously, procreated, had intercourse, it was a strange thought; she never really gave much credence to. “I don’t want you to see my big belly,” she let out convincingly enough.

  Victor opened up his arms for her. “Amber my love, come lay down with me. You must be tired.”

  Like a little girl being called by her father, Amber crawled into bed next to Victor and into his unrestricted arms. He squeezed her tightly with all the love he had to give.