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Posted:|| April 21, 2016 Views: 188|
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
When love is taken for granted
"The picture over there."
"What picture?" my wife asked, seemingly unaware.
Peeved, I grabbed the photo that sat next to her Chanel purse on the Villa Valencia vanity. "This picture of you hugging a guy."
Her eyes rolled as if she had forgotten to hide the photo, before she said in her New York accent, "That's nothing. He's just an old friend from high school. We ran into each other the other day and took a picture to share with high school friends on Facebook. It's nothing, my love."
My thoughts told me differently. I didn't believe her. I felt she was hiding something. Then she embraced me, looking into my eyes with a smiley face, "I don't believe you're jealous," she said.
"Because, I've never seen you jealous."
"Well, I'm jealous now."
"Don't be." she said, massaging my favorite spot into erection.
While Cathy pleasured me from her knees, I surrendered to her will and forgot about the picture. My attention went towards a mutual satisfaction.
The next morning, with the gentleness of her head lying on my shoulder as her fingers slowly strolled along the hair on my chest, she said, "How many times have I told you that you look like a young Sean Connery?"
"A hundred times at least."
She chuckled with her slanted eyes pointed up at me, and said, "Let's play hooky and go on a picnic."
"Sounds good, but I can't...I got a busy day."
"C'mon Greg...you never have time for me."
"I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you."
"We'll do something special this weekend."
"Okay...can I drive the Porsche today?"
Stunned, because she had never asked to drive my car, I hesitated. Smiling to hide my distrustful thoughts, I asked, "Why do you want to drive the Porsche?"
"I feel like being with you all day, and your car is the next best thing." she said, pressing the softness of her body against me.
"Sure. I'll take the S-Class."
Cathy smiled appreciatively, seemingly unaware of my skepticism. And after our usual morning astride, she said, "Let's take a shower."
"Nah, you go ahead."
"C'mon...you're not fun. We haven't showered together in a long time."
"I'm tired. I want to be lazy a little longer."
"O-Okay," she said, softly pecking me with the fullness of her lips, before happily dancing into the bathroom.
While she was showering, the photo came back to mind. I snooped in her cell and discovered recent calls from and to someone named David. When she came back into the bedroom draped in a towel that she teasingly opened to reveal her curvaceous and shaved body, I wasn't distracted but asked, "What's your friend's name in the picture?"
"You still thinking about that picture?"
"I don't know why. You don't have anything to be worried about. You know my heart is circling for you twenty-four seven."
"I hear you. But what's his name?"
"My God...you are jealous. I like it."
"Don't try to change the subject? What's his name?"
Seemingly happy about my jealous tone, she said, "His name is David. He took me to the prom. I hadn't seen him in ten years. I'm not feeling him like that, and he isn't feeling me. We just talked about high school friends, and he mentioned the upcoming tenth class reunion. He asked me to bring you. "Do you want to go?"
"Maybe," I said, trying to lower my suspicions.
When Cathy left for work, I was still embracing the negative. Maybe she will meet him today was my inkling.
A few minutes later, my cell rang.
"I'm horny. What time are you coming?"
"Something's come up. I can't come over this morning."
"Ahh. How bout this afternoon?"
"Nah...I'm busy all day."
"Arrg...but I need you."
"I told you that I'm busy. We were only supposed to be a one-night stand."
"So what you saying? You're the one that kept coming back."
"Look...I'll call you later."
With my mind fixated on Cathy's movements, I tracked the car online, and she drove directly to her job. After ten minutes, I called her office, to ensure she was at work.
With my mind at ease for a moment, I showered and clothed. While reading and sending emails, I continued to monitor the vehicle. When I noticed the car leaving her workplace, I was convinced she was on her way to meet David, so I decided to follow. The car stopped at a Mall, and when I arrived, I hid in a location where I could see Cathy when she returned to the car.
After waiting a seemingly long time, I saw Cathy energetically walking alone towards the car with a Victoria Secret shopping bag. Not expecting to see her alone, I called her cell, and she answered with a happy face. "Where are you?" I asked.
"I went to the Mall for lunch."
"Why did you go all the way to the Mall?"
"I bought a surprise for you."
"What is it?"
"It won't be a surprise if I tell you. Just don't be tired when you get home," she said, with sexual inclination.
With my suspicions removed, I called Jessica back and spent the remainder of the afternoon with her.
"What day is it?"
"You forgot my birthday again!"
"No, I didn't," I said, knowing I had.
"Okay...so then you're mine for the day."
"Ahmm...I'm sorry. I forgot today is your birthday. I have to work. I scheduled a critical meeting this afternoon, and I have to close a major deal this evening."
"Aww, Greg...not again."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. This deal will earn us six million dollars."
"I don't want six million dollars. All I want is you. And I can't have you on my birthday," she said, frowning.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
After our morning astride, I prepared for work feeling guilty. Cathy was lying on the bed seething in disappointment with seemingly private thoughts fluctuating her expression. I thought to reconsider and give my day to her, but I selfishly ignored her need.
Before leaving the house -- I apologized again, and warmly kissed her pouting lips. But the show of affection didn't change the body language reflecting a scorned woman. My instincts told me to cancel my plans, but my selfish heart led me away.
When I returned home that night, a cab sat in my omega-shaped driveway. Thinking he was waiting for one of Cathy's girlfriends, I entered my home and Cathy was sitting alone on the sofa in a saddened face.
Thinking her mood was the result from arriving late, I said, "I'm sorry my love, the meeting lasted longer than planned. Why is there a cab outside? Who's here with you?"
She changed her expression into a half-hearted smile and asked, "How was your meeting? Did you close the deal?"
"Yes," I said, excited.
"I saw you."
"You saw me where?"
"I followed you when you left the office and saw you go into the birthday store. I watched you come out with roses and a gift wrap. Thinking it was for me, I hurried home and waited for you."
"I told you I would be late."
"Where are my flowers and gift?"
"Umm...I left it at the meeting place. When I went back to get it, everyone had left, and I couldn't get into the building. I have to wait until the morning."
Her half-hearted smiled became disgusted, and fighting back tears; she shouted, "Don't lie to me! After I sat here an hour waiting for you, I tracked the car thinking something bad must have happened. I saw you leaving the restaurant with a woman, arm-in-arm. You bought the flowers and gift for her?"
"No...I can explain."
She interrupted and yelled, "I don't want to hear an explanation! I don't care anymore!"
"What you mean you don't care anymore?"
"I don't care. I never thought I would feel this way, but all my love for you is gone. The longer you took to come home, the more my love disappeared. Our marriage is over, Greg."
"Over? I made one mistake in three years, and our marriage is over? Don't forget I have a prenup."
"You think I married you for money? I don't give a damn about your money! I loved you! I would've washed your ass if I had to!"
"Cathy, I'm sorry. It was just sex."
"Just sex? No...it was an addiction."
"Addiction? She doesn't mean anything to me. I love you!"
"You don't love me. You don't know what love is."
"I know I choose you over her."
She sarcastically chuckled before saying, "You chose her over me when you decided it was more important to be with her than me on my birthday. You chose her over me when you gave her the flowers and gift that you should've given me. Today is my birthday! I'm your wife! But you just threw me to the side, and made her special on my birthday! You don't care for me like I cared for you. You don't love me like I loved you. I don't deserve this."
"Cathy, I'm sorry." I tried to hug her as her tears bursts through. But she pushed me away, and said in a teary-mouth, "Don't touch me! I'm hurting right now, but I'll be okay."
"I'm sorry. P-Please, forgive me. I won't see her again."
"I forgive you. Believe it or not, I'm praying for you. I hope you find what makes you happy."
"You make me happy."
"You hurt me! You hurt me more than you know. I loved you so much, and you didn't care. You don't deserve me."
"Cathy, wait." She turned away and didn't look back -- leaving the house and refusing to take any possessions I had given her.
"She'll be back," I said, privately and confidently.
When I received the divorce papers, I ignored it -- as if it wasn't real. But her divorce was granted, and she didn't ask me for a penny, and she didn't accept any money I offered.
Two years later I am sitting on top of the world with a net worth of more than two hundred million dollars. But I am with the bitterness of death though living. I am an example of the scripture -- "For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?" (St. Matthew 16:26) KJV
Cathy was my soul, and I cannot find anyone or anything to replace her. Without her, football season is not the same. Watching television is not the same. My nights and mornings are not the same. Even when I am in the company of a woman, I feel alone, because she isn't Cathy.
Sometimes I sit in my car and watch her from a distance -- wishing I was the one walking beside her, and the one that she is cuddling at night.
Sometimes I call her cell just to hear her voice, and she answers knowing it's me, to give me the pleasure of hearing her say, hello -- a moment that heals a loneliness I cannot describe. I just called her again -- and in her usual attentiveness of three seconds to my silence, she said, "I'm praying for you," before she hung up in kindness.
Sometimes I think the only way for us to be together again is to kill her, and then myself. But she is not deserving of this death I live. She is not the reason for my sorrow. I'm the reason. So I've decided to kill myself. God forgive me.
Taken from my collection of short stories.
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