This is my first ever Ezily and Mayans MC fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all related to Mayans MC. I'm just messing around with some of the show's characters.

In hindsight, Emily realizes that drinking with an ex while angry one night maybe was not the best decision she ever made. Especially when said ex still harbors feelings for her... and she still has feelings for him, too. And you know... she's married... to a cartel leader who would flip out if he ever found out what was transpiring. Yeah, she is so screwed.

Chapter 1 - Adultery with an Ex

"Oh, fuck!" Emily exclaims upon waking up and immediately remembering what happened the night before. "What the hell was I thinking?"

She hears EZ stirring next to her and debates whether or not to say nothing, get dressed and rush home... or stick around and figure shit out. The debate in her head lasts a short time as it dawns on her; She's no longer a teenager making impulsive decisions, and running from situations because they're difficult. Emily is now older, wiser... and above all, not a coward.

Emily turns her head to look over at her ex to find that he's awake and looking right at her.

"Morning," he greets, his voice groggy from sleep.

"Morning," she says back, not sure what else to say... not sure what exactly to do, other than grip the sheet tighter around herself. "This can't happen again," she finally says, the words nothing above a whisper. "I'm married... and you're sorta dating that Gabi person."

"Not again." EZ nods his head in agreement. "It was just the drinks... making us stupid for a night."

"Yes, exactly..." Emily trails off for a moment as she wonders to herself if it really was the drinks, or if deep down it happened partly because she really wanted it. "...it was the drinks."

EZ rolls over to get out of bed, standing up in nothing but his bare naked glory.

Emily quickly turns her head away. The first step of it not happening again, not looking at naked EZ and having flashbacks of the previous nights. It doesn't take long for Emily to realize that is easier said than done. She's sneaking a peak before she can mentally list the reasons why she should stop herself.

This is wrong, so wrong. But it weirdly kinda feels right. Emily begins imagining how this could be her every morning. If EZ hadn't gone to prison, they'd likely be married with an eight year old and would be waking up like this every day. But that's not the case, and honestly the daydream is painful to think about. What could have beens are never good feelings to have.

"So we agree... this never happens again, and nobody ever finds out," Emily says, looking everywhere but at him. "I doubt others will take the "it's the drink's fault" as a good reason for what happened."

"I won't say a word," EZ assures her, rounding the bed; now with his bottom half covered. "The bathroom is all yours," he says, holding out her clothes to her.

She reaches forward and grabs them, their fingers brushing against one another. Memories of the night before flood her mind; the visuals and feelings of his fingers in her hair, all over her body, and most importantly in her. Damn it, she was so screwed. Would she even be able to look at him anymore without flashbacks to their night of sin together?

Emily's hand tightens around her clothes and she pulls it back. "Thanks." She carefully stands up, making sure to keep the sheet held securely against her. "I'll um go get dressed." Emily rushes from the room, down the hall to the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a thud and locking it.

Leaning back against the door, she runs a hand over her face and through her hair. She honestly can't believe the night before happened. Drinking, or not, she was usually one who can control herself no matter what she drank. So did that mean she actually wanted last night to happen? She loves Miguel, but maybe she still loves EZ, too. Maybe that's why it was so easy to fall in bed with him.

She's almost positive she kissed EZ first. It was her who made the first move. No way she would've ever done that just because. There was always a reason behind her conscious, and even subconscious, actions. Just because actions were not something she performed often. This was all a whole lot to process.

Emily looks over at the window, to the door, and back to the window. She'd only seen and heard it on tv, but climbing through that window right now seems like a good idea. Emily dresses in a hurry and then focuses on getting the window open.

The coward way it was, she was in the right mindset to figure this out at the moment. Escape is her number one priority. The window slides up quietly and Emily maneuvers herself through it. She prays to God that no one will see her. No one but her and EZ need to know anything about what happened.

The length between the bottom of the window to the ground is a short one, so Emily doesn't have to worry about breaking an ankle on the way down. That's the only actual good thing about any of this.

Emily sets her feet on the ground, looking all around her. She makes note of the streets on either side of her. One seems more busy than the other. She chooses to go to the less busy street.

Coming up to the sidewalk, she lets out a breath of air that she didn't realize she was holding. Cliché, yes. But it was the truth. She looks both ways down the nearly empty street.

Now to figure out the best way to get home... without getting caught.