ROMAN
Iwas sitting behind my desk at work when my cell phone rang. I leaned to my left and pulled it from my pocket. My eyes stayed on my computer screen, reading over the latest email I’d received.
“Hello,” I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. I knew if someone was calling my cell phone, it was a personal call.
“Hey, baby. I haven’t heard from you in a while. Thought I’d call since I was back in town for the week,” Anna said, her voice instantly recognizable. She was the first woman I fucked after Chloe’s passing—once I realized that part of my body didn’t die with her. Anna and I had a good time together. I enjoyed her company and her body until she became like any other woman by getting clingy.
“How have you been, Anna?” I leaned back in my chair, getting comfortable.
“Good, as always. And yourself?”
“I’m still here,” I told her. “Where have you been this time?”
“I just got back from Aspen. I was there for about three months while designing a new ski resort. You should see it. I bet even you’d love it there.”
I chuckled. “I doubt it. You know how I am. I don’t like?—”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You don’t like anything fun,” she said, cutting me off.
I laughed. She did know me. Well, more than anyone else had, other than my wife.
“So, do you want to meet up? I won’t be in town long, you know. My next job is taking me to a lakefront resort in Michigan.”
I glanced at the time at the top of my computer screen. It was nearing the end of the day, but I still had more than enough work to do. “Not unless you want to come check out my office. I’m afraid I’ll be working late tonight.” My cock throbbed from thinking of bending her over my desk, but I pushed the thoughts away before I got all worked up over nothing.
She gasped playfully. “Geez, Roman. Won’t even buy a girl dinner first?”
I rolled my eyes. Anna was always one to make me work for it. She’s the reason I started treating emptying my balls like it was any other transaction. With her, dinner was required, dancing, flowers, wine, and candy—the works. To me, that wasn’t about hooking up. That was about dating, and I didn’t have any intentions of dating ever again. I believed that every person got one, and I’d already had mine.
“I don’t have time. I’m stuck in the office until I get this stack of work done.”
“Well, what about after? I can come by your house.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I mean, no,” I said in a much cooler tone. “My daughter is there, and I just hired a new nanny who’s still trying to learn the ropes.”
“Alright, fine. Any certain time you want me to drop by then?”
“Get here before four, otherwise you’ll be locked out.”
“Can do.”
“Oh, Anna?”
“Yes, Roman?”
“Wear that thing I like.” My dick came alive just from thinking about that little black set.
“I remember exactly what you like. Don’t worry.” She giggled. “See you soon.”
I hung up the phone and slid it back into my pocket.
Leaning back in my chair, I couldn’t help but feel slightly excited about my meeting with Anna. Having her come to me meant that I wouldn’t need to go out searching later in the week. I wouldn’t have to worry about paying my last resort either. It was too bad that Anna was out of town so much because I could get used to free sex coming to me whenever I was in the mood.
I glanced toward the computer screen, but I caught sight of the framed photo instead. That picture of my wife was judging me again.
“Oh, come on,” I said, grabbing it. My eyes met hers. “I’m not breaking my vows,” I said to the picture, but mostly to remind myself as the guilt started to eat at me. I opened my desk drawer and stuck the photo inside so I wouldn’t have to look at my wife’s face while fucking another woman on my desk.
Annoyed with myself and my human needs, I pushed everything away as I dug back into my work. Every time I gave myself a moment, my head always went back to Sophia or Sasha. I wondered if Sasha was doing everything right, if Sophia was okay at school. I wondered what Sasha was doing while Sophia was in school and what she planned to cook for dinner. I thought about my situation and how I wouldn’t be going through any of it if my wife hadn’t been taken away. That led me to anger, and then I found myself with a drink in my hand. Alcohol took the edge off of anything too sharp to handle. The pain of losing my wife, alcohol. Knowing that I was fucking up my daughter,alcohol. Too much stress from work, alcohol. Too many things on my to-do list, alcohol. Too much alcohol, more alcohol.
