“Two days, at the max. I couldn’t risk Catherine or Alan showing up.”
“How many times did we sleep together?”
This time, my brows raise to the ceiling. However, I don’t miss a beat when I say, “Six.”
“Six?”
“Yes.”
I see her clutch her fork in her hand harder. “Is that before or after we got married? Are we even married?—”
“Yes.”
“To which question?”
“Both. “
Meirna gapes at me as if I just told her I was the President of the United States next. “When? Why?—”
“One question at a time, Meirna. I’ll answer them all.”
I watch her swallow before she steels her spine and says, “When…did you trap me into sleeping with you?”
Trap?
However, I ignore the choice of words when I reply, “The last two Christmases?—”
“That’s impossible,” she cuts in. “Bobby and I would go to?—”
“You must’ve not have made it very far in your text messageswith Bobby. He was always out with his buddies at a strip club on Christmas Eve. You don’t remember him saying he wasn’t coming over?”
She nods. “I do, but?—”
But I arrive.
Meirna’s nostrils flare, but she doesn’t clap at me for more details. “And the other four?”
“Our birthdays.”
She glowers at me. “You’re telling me that Bobby never spent the day with me on my?—”
“He did. But where did you fuck, though, Meirna?”
Answers—the kitchen, the hallway, everywhere dark while Bobby was in her bed, past the fuck out from the sleeping pills I put in his imported beers.
I’d sneak in her place, fuck her until I had to leave, and he’d be still asleep, unable to answer any questions. She’d go clean up, and “I” would be back in bed, dead to the world.
“And yours?”
I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips. “You tell me, Daydream. You were the one seducing me. I just came to see you.” I run my index finger along my jaw, remembering this one piece of pink lingerie she had on.
It had this opening in the back, easy access to her pussy and ass when she spread her thighs, leaving zero to the imagination.
Bobby was too busy fucking around.
I’d say I can’t blame her for not knowing it wasn’t him, but how the fuck did he manage to think she never had a problem with his staying out? She obviously never mentioned it once, since she was with me, but Bobby is the biggest dumbass to believe he got away with it.
Since he didn’t know I was there in the first place.
