At work we pass each other on the flight line or at the chow hall. The look he gives me sends chills places no one wants to feel at work, but God how I adore every second.
The excitement of our relationship has brought a renewed sense of happiness to my life, and I no longer wear a plastic smile—it’s genuine.
For the first time, I feel like I’m living my life for me. I don’t have to answer to any man about what I want to do or where I’m going, but yet I have a guy I can call anytime that I don’t have to tell anyone about.
And I like it.
I like the freedom, I like the energy he supplies, and the thrill of knowing it’s so wrong, yet so right.
I’m riding high from him stopping by my office to steal a kiss before he goes home when my phone rings, ripping away my euphoria and replacing it with blind rage.
“Captain Mazerolle,” I answer without looking at the caller ID, not hiding the smile stretching across my face from my tone. Big mistake.
“What’s this I hear about a guy at your apartment a few times last week?” Travis bites out over the phone.
I’ve been avoiding his phone calls and emails, enjoying my new life and not wanting to deal with him yet. Funny how that’s the first thing he brings up. Boy, does he have it coming to him.
Without any hesitation, I fight back. “Why don’t we talk about Sarah first? I had the pleasure of meeting her a few weeks ago.”
“Don’t believe a word she says.”
“Oh, really, so you haven’t been fucking her? And she’s not pregnant?”
“It’s not my kid,” he grits out.
“Funny how you deny that before you deny the fact that youarefucking her. Whatever, Travis. I’m done. Call someone who cares because it’s not me.”
Before I can hang up the phone, I hear him plead, “But, Jenelle, we can get through this. Just talk to me.”
I laugh harshly. “You can run through other girls but you and I are through. Have fun,Daddy.”
I hang up, completely frazzled by the conversation. How dare he? I can’t believe I put up with him for as long as I did.
My head drops back against my chair as I focus on my breathing and calm my nerves. I close my eyes and to my surprise, visions of Alex pop into my head. The blood pumping through my veins calms, but my heart starts to beat for another reason.
Taking a deep breath, I smile, wanting to scream out my relief that it’s over. I’m done with Travis for good.
A friend of his lives in my complex so knowing I’ve been seen by someone with Alex brings up another concern.
Travis has a month left in his deployment, but when he gets back, I won’t be able to hide our relationship anymore. Travis will know who Alex is, and I don’t put it past him to make it a big deal, just to prove that him doing the same thing was okay.
Because that’s what I’m doing.
Alex may be older than Sarah, but he’s still an Airman First Class and I am still his boss.
Sadness of having to end things with Alex flood my mind. I push away the thought, ignoring the truth and pushing my lies back under the rug where they belong for now.
It’s only Wednesday night, and even though we’ve only hung out on the weekends, I’m feeling a little feisty after that call. Thoughts of having to end this soon have lit a fire that only he can tend to so I send him a text. Not really asking for permission.
Are you home?
Yup
Sweet. I’ll be there in 10.
His response of a monkey covering his eyes reminds me of why I’m having so much fun with him. He’s carefree, daring and open for anything. I can be myself and ask for what I want knowing I don’t have to be afraid of what he might think or say.
I’m at his house in less than ten minutes, and when I arrive he’s waiting by the door with a shit-eating grin on his face.
