Author’s Note: I know that a couple of you are waiting for the next installment of my other story, however my mood is not…conducive to that particular setting at this time. You now get to find out why our Creative Writing teacher looked forward to my less… romantic stories.
“Enough! I have had enough of this shit from you for fucks sakes.” I’d come home to find that fucking prat in the arms of yet another slut. After promising me that the piece of shit I found him with last week was an aberration he had the balls, the unmitigated nerve to bring yet another fucking bit into my house, my room, my fucking bed!
“Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I’ll stop drinking! I promise it will never happen again.” He looked at me with those fucking eyes, you know the look; begging, pleading, promising to make it up to me. Those fucking eyes have gotten him out of so much trouble in the past. Not this time though.
“I’ll make a deal with you Brad. You get one month to find yourself somewhere new to live, or to convince me that you will never cheat on me again. Convince me that I want you to stay. If you can’t you’re out of here on the 31st. Understood?” Nutmeg…didn’t sis mention nutmeg at one point…I walk out of the room without seeing the triumphant look on his face. Not that I care, he has no chance in hell.
Stupid bint, who does she think she is? She thinks she’s going to kick me out? I’ve had girls on the side the entire time we’ve been together and she’s never known. I like this house, but I’m much more fond of the money she won in the lotto a couple of weeks ago. She doesn’t know that I heard her telling her mother. She’s already looking for a new house, she’s tired of renting. She even told her mom that she wants a pool. Think of all the pussy this is going to get me… Another 4 months and she’ll have to divorce me to get rid of me, and I’ll get half the money, I think I’ll take the house she buys too. I wonder who will inherit from her if something were to happen?
“Hey sis you wanna come check out the house I’m buying before I sign the paperwork?” I’m on the phone with Sara, I know he can hear me. He’s pretending to be asleep but I’m not as stupid as he thinks I am. I know about the other girls as well. But we weren’t living together, or even in the same town at that point so I let it go. It wasn’t until recently that he decided he could keep fucking anything with tits even though I’m paying the rent, the bills, paying off his debts… He really should think about what it’s going to mean for him once I stop. I haven’t made any payments on his crap this month, by the time he moves out his charges for his storage will be more than he can deal with. I hope he didn’t actually care about any of that stuff. I’m not a total bitch though, I went to the unit last weekend and took out the photos and albums. Also a couple of boxes that he’d put the most important things into, like things his grandparents had left him in their wills. I sent those boxes and, a box with the albums and such, to his mom along with a note letting her know why I was kicking him out. He’s been lying to them and telling his folks he has a job. By the time he gets to his mom’s place she’ll know that he’s been living off me and not even trying to find work. She’ll also know he’s been cheating which is what split his parents. I expect she won’t be happy. “Brad, I’m meeting Sara for a coffee. I’ll be back in a couple hours.” I call out as I head out the door. I hear a muffled “ya, ok” in response.
I throw on some clothes real quick. I want to see this place too. She doesn’t know I rented a car on her credit card yet. I hop in the car and follow her. She’s only a couple blocks ahead of me so catching up isn’t an issue, staying off her radar is a little harder. I know she’ll pick Sara up so I take a different route over there. I can follow from her place. I watch as Sara gets into the car, says something that makes Emma laugh, and they drive off. What do you want to bet those bitches are talking about me? I follow them to the edge of the city, must be real fancy if she’s heading this way. I see them pull into a driveway where there’s a guy waiting on them. They just went in. I pull up behind Em’s car & walk in behind them. “Sorry I’m late, love but I took a wrong turn.” I just smile at the looks on their faces as I walk over and kiss her, hard. She needs to remember who she belongs to.
Goddamn it! He must have followed me. *sigh* It’s fine I can deal with this. I’m supposed to be giving him a chance right? What the fuck! He’s kissing me, hard! Fuck this shit! I am not his fucking little pet anymore. I told him that, unless I decided to let him stay, this shit was over! “Hey babe, sorry I thought you still had a headache or I would have waited for you.” Stupid lowlife asshole… “Why don’t I give you a tour?” Of a house you’re never going to live in you fucking ass.
I took Brad around the house, he seemed exceptionally fond of the master bathroom. I was too though, part of the reason for picking this place was the shower with all the bells & whistles. I have to admit though the library and the pool were huge draws for me. The pool got his attention but he had no real interest in the library, the huge kitchen, or the small room attached to the master.
“What is this room, another closet?” Brad looked around the little room with disgust.
“Usually it’s meant for a nursery so that the parents don’t have to have their baby too far away. I’ll probably use it for storage or something.” I walk back out of the room. Screw that, it’s going to be my playroom, so to speak. I look back he’s just standing there, a dreamy look on his face. Oh dear god, he’s getting a hard on.
Storage! Fuck that, I’m going to paint it red, get a St. Andrews Cross, maybe a cage, a bench or two… (he starts imagining a girl tied to a cross, a vibe attached to her clit, clamps on her nipples, a ball gag in her mouth. A second girl in the cage, waiting her turn like a good little slut. While another is strapped onto a bench, ass in the air, a dildo shoved in her pussy, full speed of course, while she sucks his dick) “Hey, you coming?” Fucking Em just had to go and ruin his daydream. Stupid bitch. Might be fun to have Em stuck in a cage, watching him with other girls before he makes her move out…
This house is going to have me drowning in pussy. I take a couple pics of the pool, the bathroom (holy shit that shower is awesome), and the media room as little miss bitch calls it. It’s a fucking movie room, I’m going to put a big ass screen on the wall, get a projector, and one of every movie I can order. Oh the tv shows I like too, she’ll never get a chance to use it though.
“I’ll meet you back at the house Em, gotta couple things to take care of. See ya later Sara.” I wave briefly as I walk out the door. I wonder if I could get Sara on that cross, she’s got really nice tits….
“Sara, he’s got to go now! I can’t take another 2 weeks of this shit!” I’m driving her home after signing the papers. The real estate agent was a little touchy when I said my boyfriend was not needed to sign. “And did you hear that jerk? Well Brad should really sign the paperwork as well. Even if he doesn’t the house will still be half his if you’re common law. Does he think I’m an idiot, I looked into all of this before I cashed in my ticket for christ’s sake!”
“Breathe sis mine. He doesn’t know the story, or that Brad’s about to be history. Speaking of which…you know you could get him to move out sooner. You did tell him that cheating 1 more time would be the end no matter how long was left till the end of the month, right?”
I pulled up to Sara’s driveway, parked, and we went in. She grabbed us a couple sodas and we sat down in the living room. “He’s being either real good or real careful hun. And now that he knows for certain about the money, he’ll make certain not to screw up. No, I gave him till the end of the month to be kind and now it’s biting me in the ass. I just can’t see an out.” I take a sip of my soda and lean back. Fuck, I really should have just kicked him out when I caught him.
“Don’t you still have his storage? You know he’ll have kept trophies, grab a few panties and bras, start leaving them around in subtle places. When you have someone over, not me or he’ll know it’s a setup, let them find something. After they leave you kick him out.” I ponder this for a moment or two; I can see how this might work.
“But as soon as the other person leaves he’ll fight getting kicked out. He won’t leave. I’ll have to do it when there’s a few people over so that I have backup to get him out.”
I wonder when she’ll get the key…even if she kicks me out if I can get a copy it’ll be harder to get me out once I’m in…speaking of which, if we’re supposed to be trying to work things out, shouldn’t that involve sex? I think that’s the first time I’ve kissed her since the beginning of this. She may be a bitch but she’s my bitch until I say otherwise. I think I need to remind her of that.
I get home, head inside, and straight upstairs. Time to put the straps back on what she keeps calling “her” bed. Once the straps are on the bed I grab some toys, a towel, and some lube and stick it all in her bedside table. Gotta run to the liquor store, may have to get her a little tipsy if I’m going to make this happen. She’s been keeping her distance, probably wouldn’t have let me kiss her today if she didn’t hate making a scene so much. I wonder if I can use that? I grab her favorite whiskey, some mix, and some ice. Head home and start looking through the cupboards. Won’t win her over if I spend her money ordering out. I call her cell and ask her what time she’ll be home for dinner.
“I should be home in about an hour. What did you order?” She assumes I’ve ordered out. This should be fun. I tell her I’m making dinner and I don’t want to overcook anything. “You’re cooking? Alright, I’ll be home in an hour.” I go and clean up the dining room and the living room. I go upstairs and put away her clothes that are stacked on her dresser, putting candles and a lighter out for later. I just have to make her remember that the sex is the best she’s ever had, and keep out of trouble for the next 3 and a half months. Then half of everything will be mine if she wants me gone. I can do this, I just have to remember what’s at stake. I head into the kitchen and get dinner started. What movie did she want to watch again? Didn’t she buy a disk?
Sara and I discussed it before I left. He’s obviously trying to get back into my good graces. I guess he liked the house. I giggle quietly as I pull into the parking lot. Ok so where is that rental car? I wonder what that’s costing me….
I walk into the house; I can hear Il Divo playing. Interesting, he hates classical music. I only play it when he’s not around. He’s pulling out all the stops, oh god, I bet he’s trying to… I dash upstairs to my room. Candles, the restraints, pull open my drawer, yep, he’s going to try to get me to have sex. Fuck. I send Sara a text, tomorrow afternoon please. I need this over with. We ran over to the storage and got a few items. I’d complain but I tend to swipe t-shirts so…
I head back downstairs, he doesn’t seem to know I’m home yet. I wander into the kitchen where he’s making pasta, garlic bread, a salad, and I think that’s shrimp on the counter. “Out out out, go sit in the dining room, dinner is almost ready.” He guides me out of the kitchen, pulls my chair away from the table, and seats me as if we’re on a date. Ok, this is too weird. It’s because of the house though; I know it even as I wonder briefly if I can just enjoy it for one last night.
Dinner was amazing, for dessert he made popcorn and put in a movie I bought last week. Not one I thought he’d enjoy but he actually appeared to get into it. We had an evening like we haven’t had in months. We cuddled on the couch, eating popcorn, drinking, and watching movies. We ended up watching 2. After the first one ended I asked him if he’d spotted the other movie I bought. He said no, and looked surprised when I brought out one he’d been dying to see. Not my style but I’m used to picking up something for him when I get something for me. We watched it and then cleaned up the bowl and glasses. Now it’s time to head to bed and part of me wants him to join me. *sigh* This was the man I fell for so very hard. I have to remind myself that he’s still the man that’s been cheating on me nonstop. This hurts.
Damn it! I’d forgotten what it’s like to spend an evening like this with her. This was what drew me in, this is what made me stay. This is what I’m going to miss. Any other night I would be following her to bed and making use of the toys I’ve prepared. I see the sadness in her eyes and I realize I can’t do it. I’m hurting her. She knows I’ve been cheating while we’ve been apart, I heard her talking to Sara. She let me, she said she didn’t want me to be lonely. And I took it as weakness. It’s time for me to stop being so weak, time to be a man as my Dad would say.
We walk upstairs, her room is to the right. The spare room where I’ve been sleeping is to the left. I see her hesitation so I kiss her cheek, wish her sweet dreams, and go in to my own bed. I hear her knock on the door a moment later. “C’mon in Em. The door’s open.” I watch as she comes in and sits on my bed.
“You put candles out, the restraints on my bed, and toys in reach. I know what your plan was. What I don’t know is why you didn’t follow through. Or at least try.” She looks curious, but she also looks a little hurt. I’d forgotten that she would most likely see this as me rejecting her. It was something we’d worked on when we first got together. Her ex-husband was such an ass.
“I realized I couldn’t do it.” I hold up my hand when she looks at me in shock. Another rejection I know but she’ll understand if I can explain before she walks out. She says oh, and stands to leave. I grab her wrist. “Sit please. I need to explain.” She sits but on the edge of the bed now, as if she’s going to bolt any moment. She probably will if I get this wrong. “I realized tonight that I missed spending the evening like this with you. I also realized that it’s my fault. I’ve been spending all my time on my computer, or on my phone; ignoring you, ignoring us. Always looking for the next score when none of them have measured up to you.” I see suspicion in her eyes, I can almost hear Sara singing it. Laughing about it would be bad… “Up until tonight I was thinking that, if I could just get you to stay with me until we legally became common law, if you kicked me out I’d still get half. After seeing that house today I even decided I would take it in the divorce.” She’s pissed now, I’d better keep going before she goes & gets her Grandad’s shillelagh. “So I planned to seduce you tonight, or getting you drunk enough that you’d be pliable. I figured you needed reminding what it’s like when we’re together. But then I did all this stuff and I remembered what it’s like when we’re together, not the sex but the rest of it. So I’m done. I’m not going to keep hurting you. You can call off whatever plan you and Sara have going cause tomorrow I’m going to pack up my gear. I’ll head to Mom’s on Monday if you don’t mind giving me a lift to the bus station. I’ll take the rental car back tomorrow. I should have talked to you about it before renting it anyway, it was just me being petty.” She didn’t even look at me, just nodded her head, stood, walked out, closing the door behind her. I wait a few minutes then slip quietly to her door putting my ear against it. She’s crying.
I walk out of his room, I can’t say anything. I don’t know if this is a trick or not. I didn’t think it would hurt this much. After everything, I still have a broken heart. What a fool I am. My eyes blur as I text Sara, I need to get this done. She messages me back. “Are you sure?” My reply “Ya, if he doesn’t pack we’ll reschedule” I’m lucky to get that done before the tears start. I can’t help it.
The next morning, the bell rings. It’s a couple of my friends that didn’t get the memo. I explain quietly that he’s already packing but they can stay for lunch anyway. I gave him his trophies after he got started. He threw them in the bin, said they didn’t matter. I’m not sure what to make of that. He doesn’t know but I called the storage and paid the next 6 months. I don’t have to be a bitch now. My friends head into the living room, Brad is in there looking for his video games. I walk over to the footstool, open it, and pull out his binder. “Thanks babe.” He kisses my cheek, and goes back upstairs after greeting my friends. I start going through the movies.
“I thought you bought all of those, Em?” My buddy Jay sits down beside me on the floor. “Or are you pulling the ones you bought for him?” I nod as I pull another one off the shelf. I scan the bar code on my cell so that I can replace it if I want to. Jay starts pulling movies from another shelf. He knows what I like and what would be for Brad. His girlfriend Mindy walks over, takes the phone out of my hand, starts scanning whatever we pull, and then puts it into a box. When we finish Jay looks at my bookshelf. “Any of those his?” I shake my head; Brad told me that the books were mine. He was going to leave his eBook behind too and I told him it was a gift so he should take it. I called the car rental place and when he took the car in they gave him an suv. I figured it was enough room for his stuff. He tried to argue with me when he got home but I pointed out that it was my choice. I’d rather he drive & turn the vehicle in there, than have him spend 3 days on a bus for a trip that won’t take more than 12 hours. I’m tearing up again, Mindy wraps her arms around me, Jay goes to pour Mindy and I each a drink. “Hey Brad, come down here and let’s figure out lunch.” Jay yells upstairs, I don’t hear his response but a couple minutes later he comes downstairs. They head out.
I hear Jay yell up at me, I wondered how he was going to get me alone. I’m waiting for the hit as we walk to his car. “I’m not going to hit you. You made the right decision, I can respect that.” Oh… well now… that’s unexpected. We go and get lunch, he asks me what my plan is, I tell him. Find a job, get my own place, grow up a little, and if I can make enough, I’ll start paying back Emma for everything she’s done for me. He asks about relationships, I tell him I need a little time to grow up before I get involved again. What do you know, after all this time, I finally earned a little respect from him. We get some food, and head back to the house. When we walk in Em’s got that just washed look. She’s been crying again. My heart hurts.
I’ve said my goodbyes. Sara came over last night and for the first time since we met I didn’t have the desire to stare at her boobs all night. I drove past Em’s folk’s place and stopped in for a minute. Apologized for being an idiot and ruining the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll be at my Mom’s in about an hour, it’s been a long drive. I’m used to having Emma next to me for the long trips. I think I’ll minimize anything longer than an hour.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. Brad asked me if I’d go to dinner with him tomorrow night. He was back at his Mom’s for 6 months, we didn’t speak the entire time. Until he called to tell me he had an opportunity with the company he works for to come out to this office. It’s a promotion and a pay raise but he said he’d turn it down if I didn’t want him back here. I congratulated him and told him it was fine. I wanted to say no but I’m supposed to be over him by now, right? I found him a place to rent, just up from his office. He can walk to and from work, no need to pay for parking. We’ve been talking once or twice a week since he got back, 3 months ago. It started with him sending me a cheque for the storage costs for the last six months I paid. Anyway, he called me this morning and asked if I would do him the honour of dinner tomorrow. After 9 months I should be able to be around him without wanting to touch him, right? I never knew you could be addicted to a person. He said he’d like to discuss a schedule for paying me back what he owes me. I need to call Sara.
We’ve been dating for about a month now. She’s pretty skittish and I can’t blame her. I hug her; I kiss her hello, goodnight, and on occasion another kiss here or there. Light kisses, non-pushy kisses, kisses that neither ask for nor promise anything. I introduced her to my therapist. I started seeing him when I realized I needed to get Emma back. She’s seeing him now too. If things continue he’ll see us for couple’s therapy but I won’t rush that. I went to see her parents, I explained what I want, but told them that if she doesn’t want the same things then I will back off. I’ve already signed an additional year lease on my rental. Originally I only signed for 6 months in case it was too hard to be in the same city again. I won’t move in with her any time soon. And if I do I’ll keep working, paying my own debts and bills.
Last night was almost a mess. We walked into a bar downtown and a chick I slept with once came running over and threw herself at me. I pushed her away and told her that I’m with Emma. She laughed and said “Ya so, you were last time too.” Emma walked out, I pushed the bint off me and went after Em. It took all night to convince her I wasn’t cheating again. And I’m still not certain she believes me. I haven’t been with anyone since I left. All I can do is not screw up and hope that eventually she believes me. God knows I don’t expect her trust.
I can’t believe Jay and Mindy are getting married! We’re having an engagement party for them here tonight. It was actually Brad’s suggestion although he suggested a restaurant. But I have this place so that I can have parties and this is the perfect reason. Oh my god, everyone should be here in about 2 hours. I thought Brad was going to be early to help me. Oh wait there’s the bell.
The party is a success! Everyone loved the decorations, the food was awesome (who knew Brad had taken lessons), and they loved their presents. This has been the best evening. I’m even considering asking Brad to spend the night. I may have hinted earlier when I gave him the first real kiss we’ve shared this time around. Is that the bell?
I see Brad opening the door, what the hell was that sound? Wait, Brad’s bleeding! I run towards the door, Jay’s got the guy, holy fuck is that a gun? I look at Brad as he collapses.
“Stupid fucker should have stayed away from my wife! I’ve been waiting months to see him again! He shoulda kept it in his fucking pants!”