“Mr. Dennison. Your wife left a message that she wasn’t feeling well. She went home early. She said she tried to call you and couldn’t find you.” Her face was neutral before she walked away without waiting for a response. I stood there for a few moments, processing what she’d just told me. I pulled out my phone and sure enough, Devinhadcalled me. I tried calling her back but it just rang until the voicemail eventually picked up. Checking the time, it was late. I was sure she was medicated and sleeping by now. Maybe even just stepping out of a bath.
Oh well. I’ll be home at some point. I’ll just shoot a text to see how she’s doing. If she’s up or if I need to grab anything before going home.
I tried to convince myself, but I knew I needed to check in on her, probably go home to make sure she was alright. It might have been something she ate.
Saturday, 10:47pm
Caleb:Hey babe. Heard you got sick. I’m heading home soon. Need me to pick up anything?
I started making my way towards the coat check when who should I bump into, but Becky. I tried to ignore her as I handed my ticket to the attendee, waiting to get my coat as she lingered off to the side. Slipping it on, she was still waiting, and I was annoyed now. I nodded toward the front. She met me in the foyer of this obscenely large manor.
“What do you want Becky? I have to check on my wife. She left not feeling well and isn’t answering her phone,” I said to her, hitting the call button on my phone again right as she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck as the phone went to my ear, kissing me hard.
I hung up, instantly trying to pull her claws off of me. She took my anger and deepened the kiss. And like the weak man I am, I gave into it. Into her.
When we were both ready to come up for air, she looked me in the eyes, her breasts heaving, practically right in front of my face. They were nice, full, perky tits. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath when she caught me staring again. She smirked and I knew I was in trouble again.
Like when a predator enters the forest and everything goes quiet.
“Why don’t we go upstairs and find somewhere to work off the alcohol first? Can’t have you drinking and driving homenow can we?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, biting her bottom lip suggestively. I knew this should be the moment that I turned around and walked out. This was the moment that I needed to be the man Devin married. I hadn’t been that man more than once tonight.
Because she was sick. And I needed to go to her. And she was my wife. I started to say no, to walk away, to do the right thing. But then she licked her lips and pulled me back into a dark corner. She started doing things to me again and I…I was weak.
I let her do them. All the things she wanted.
I should have gone home, insisted I check on her, told Becky thanks for the fun, changed my number, and quit my job! There were many things I should have done. Many things I clearly didn’t do.
I shouldn’t have done anything I did with Becky, but it was so intoxicating. It was worse than having a good buzz going after a few drinks. The thrill of knowing that my wife was here, and I could do these things where she could potentially see, or worse yet, catch me, somehow made it even hotter. The alarms in my head were screaming that I was nuts, that I needed to stop this and confess to Devin, praying she would even speak to me and some day she would forgive me.
Either that or I needed to bury everything. I could always take my status as part of the reserves and go full time active duty. Then Devin and I could move. With the credits I had thanks to going to school before starting my military career, I was already an officer, just…on weekends.
“But Devin,” I weakly protested, before Becky cut me off putting her finger to my lips. It was like she knew I wanted to gether out of my system, worked all the way out so I could focus on fixing Devin and I.
“Is a big girl who can take care of herself for a little bit. Come on, Caleb. She’s probably just tired.” She winked at me as she pulled me by my arm upstairs.
“Come on, handsome,” she giggled, and it was like something other worldly pulling me in. Like some spell she whispered that had me obeying only my dick and all its horny ideas.
We found a spot on the terrace again and a few ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs that we put on the door handles surrounding us. We didn’t need anyone peeking out and catching us. Not when we could both get in some serious trouble for this, me more so than her.
This is just a one-night thing. Get her out of my system. Devin will never find out.
I knew I was lying to myself, but I needed to justify it in my head somehow. Especially now that I was ditching my wife to fuck another woman. As I opened my fly again, I just wished I’d remembered what my wife’s grandmother would say all the time, at that moment.
Everything comes to light when a new day dawns.
Chapter Eight:
Eddie’s POV
It was ten-thirty on a Saturday night. A Saturday night that,mind you,I had off work, and was finally at the bar to try to score a little dick because it had been far too long since I’d had some fun. I felt my phone buzz, trying to ignore it as I prayed to God no one needed me, especially not the hospital. It finally stopped and I was thankful. The whole point of coming out tonight was because I needed to either get laid, or hit someone.
One or the other, there was no inbetween.
My phone buzzed again. Looking, I saw it was Fia. My best friend and sister-from-another-mister, Devin Fia. She was at that Christmas party with her husband. I was about to let it go to voicemail, the noise in the bar too loud, when the thought occurred to me.
What was she doing calling me when she was there? What if…what if that twit hurt her somehow?
Chugging the rest of my drink, I hurried outside onto the semi-empty patio. I moved as far away from the door as possible before hitting the green accept button, praying I answered in time.
