Being dirrty always got me what I wanted.
I stepped out of the shower, quickly toweled off my hair and then the rest of my body. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I admired myself and shamelessly ran my hands all over my body. My stomach was flat, tight and I made sure to keep it that way with the help of my personal trainer. I cupped my breasts, swiveled from side to side and admired the view. The girls were still looking perky thanks to Dr. E.
I was sizzling hot and planned to keep it that way for a very long time.
I threw on my robe and went back to the bedroom where Robert was still sleeping. I wanted to get some sleep too but I needed him gone first. I preferred to sleep alone. I sat next to him and shook him hard.
“Robert, you need to go. It’s almost midnight.”
He grunted and tried to pull me down onto the bed with him. I resisted.
“Mariah is in Montreal until tomorrow with her friends so I can spend the night.” He sat up and grazed kisses along my neck. “Let’s go for another round.”
I got up from the bed and stared at him.
“No. I just took a shower. You need to go.”
I gathered his clothes from the floor and dropped them into his lap.
“What’s wrong Charlotte?”
“You need to stop having sex with me and start making love to Mariah again. She’s going to get suspicious.”
I was getting tired of Robert and this little dalliance of mine. Just like I knew I could, I’d hooked him but now it was time to throw him back into the water.
The time was growing near to end all of this and finally give Mariah the ultimate taste of her own medicine.
Robert sat up but didn’t reach for his clothes.
“You’ve got that backwards, Char. What I do with Mariah is sex, and what I do with you is making love.”
I hated when he called me Char. Robert gave me puppy love eyes, waiting for a loving response that would never come.
The fucking idiot has caught feelings for me.
“I’m going to tell Mariah.”
I stopped cold.
“Tell her what?”
“That I can’t marry her and that I love you.”
Fuck, not this again. He’s going to fuck this all up.
“You don’t love me Robert. All we’ve been doing is having a little fun. Get your head straight.”
There was no way I would let him ruin my plans. I pointed to the clothes in his lap, reminding him that he needed to get dressed.
“I love Mariah but I’m not in love with her. I want to be with you.”
Men always want what they can’t have.
“No, you don’t Robert. Get dressed.”
And get the fuck out of my place.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“Why are you upset? Is it Zander? You said that you don’t have feelings for him.”
“I’m not upset. And Zander and I are not exclusive.”
Why am I even explaining myself to you?
“Fine. Then I’ll tell Mariah it’s over.”
I kept my anger reigned in as much as I could.
“You’re not going to tell her anything Robert. If you do, I’ll…”
I cut my words short before I said too much. He frowned when I didn’t finish my sentence.
“You’ll do what?”
“Just don’t do it. And you’ll never have to know Robert.”
I turned on my heels, marched to the kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of wine.
Continued with “Everybody’s Got A Story”.
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