alone, I could ignore all the rest of it, but seeing you with her tonight…” I blink a few times, sitting forward to brace myself on the seat. With alcohol coursing through my veins, I tell the driver, “Stop the car.”
He looks at me and then Latch in the rearview mirror. Latch passes him a hundred dollar bill and says, “Sorry, she’s drunk, just keep driving.”
With my eyebrows scrunched together, I look at him pissed off and push him away from me. Even though it hurts like hell to reject him, I’m not going to let him control me the way that Darrell has for so many years.
“Abby, don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because we need to talk about things.”
“We talked earlier and you got pulled away by some whore. What more is there to say? We don’t need to go to your place to do that.” I laugh to myself; calling that woman a whore is like calling myself one. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, everything is spinning and ask him, “Please just take me home.”
“No, I have more to say,”
“Then say it!” I shout at him.
He blinks a few times and swallows. “Please don’t make me do it here. Just come to my house, please.”
Watching Abby inside of my apartment does something to me. I’m not sure how I convinced her to come here, but I did. I’ve never had a woman in my home, besides my grandma, so it’s strange. As she walks around looking at everything, so interested in my life, her beauty evokes me, and for the first time ever, I’m lost for words.
“Who is this?” she asks, picking up a framed photo.
“My grandma and I.”
“Are you close?” she asks.
“Yes, extremely.”
She sets it down, not asking anything else and looks out the windows that overlook the street. Taking a sip of water she asks me, “Had you not seen me tonight, would you have fucked that woman?” she asks, her question catching me off guard.
Nervously, I run my hand down the back of my neck, but I can’t lie. “Yes, I would have.”
“How much would she have paid you?”
“Five grand.”
She turns away from the window and looks at me shocked. “Is that your normal going rate?”
“Depends on the client.”
“Why didn’t you charge me that much? You know who my husband is.”
“I never wanted to take your money in the first place, Abby, but it’s really all I know. And since you are married, I thought it was the only way you’d keep seeing me.”
She looks a little stunned by this revelation, but recovers quickly. “Why leave that kind of money tonight then?”
“I figured it was my only chance to talk to you. You asked for space, which I gave you, but it was hard.”
“So are you saying that a conversation with me is worth five thousand dollars?”
I shrug my shoulders and walk to the fridge grabbing her another bottle of water. I hand it to her and then guide her to sit on the couch. “Your time is invaluable. Like I said, I never wanted to take your money.”
She takes a sip of the water and then looks at me.
“I’m worried about you, Abby. You don’t seem yourself.”
She laughs saying, “I’m not myself. This past week has been a nightmare.”
“What can I do to help? Just tell me and I’ll make it happen.” I fidget nervously in my seat, not even sure if the words I am saying are right.
“There’s nothing that you or anyone can do, Latch. This is my fuck-up; I have to fix it.”
“No, it’s our fuck-up. Let me help.”
“Help how? You wanna come and talk to my husband, to try and justify why we slept together?”
I shake my head and look over at her gorgeous body. God, I have missed her more than I ever knew was possible.
“I’m really sorry that we got caught, I shouldn’t have let it happen. I normally only sleep with couples or single women to keep the risk and the drama to a minimum. I’m not looking to ruin relationships. But I broke that rule for you, and I probably shouldn’t have.”
“So you regret it?” she asks.
“No! Not at all!
He looks at me and then Latch in the rearview mirror. Latch passes him a hundred dollar bill and says, “Sorry, she’s drunk, just keep driving.”
With my eyebrows scrunched together, I look at him pissed off and push him away from me. Even though it hurts like hell to reject him, I’m not going to let him control me the way that Darrell has for so many years.
“Abby, don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because we need to talk about things.”
“We talked earlier and you got pulled away by some whore. What more is there to say? We don’t need to go to your place to do that.” I laugh to myself; calling that woman a whore is like calling myself one. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, everything is spinning and ask him, “Please just take me home.”
“No, I have more to say,”
“Then say it!” I shout at him.
He blinks a few times and swallows. “Please don’t make me do it here. Just come to my house, please.”
Watching Abby inside of my apartment does something to me. I’m not sure how I convinced her to come here, but I did. I’ve never had a woman in my home, besides my grandma, so it’s strange. As she walks around looking at everything, so interested in my life, her beauty evokes me, and for the first time ever, I’m lost for words.
“Who is this?” she asks, picking up a framed photo.
“My grandma and I.”
“Are you close?” she asks.
“Yes, extremely.”
She sets it down, not asking anything else and looks out the windows that overlook the street. Taking a sip of water she asks me, “Had you not seen me tonight, would you have fucked that woman?” she asks, her question catching me off guard.
Nervously, I run my hand down the back of my neck, but I can’t lie. “Yes, I would have.”
“How much would she have paid you?”
“Five grand.”
She turns away from the window and looks at me shocked. “Is that your normal going rate?”
“Depends on the client.”
“Why didn’t you charge me that much? You know who my husband is.”
“I never wanted to take your money in the first place, Abby, but it’s really all I know. And since you are married, I thought it was the only way you’d keep seeing me.”
She looks a little stunned by this revelation, but recovers quickly. “Why leave that kind of money tonight then?”
“I figured it was my only chance to talk to you. You asked for space, which I gave you, but it was hard.”
“So are you saying that a conversation with me is worth five thousand dollars?”
I shrug my shoulders and walk to the fridge grabbing her another bottle of water. I hand it to her and then guide her to sit on the couch. “Your time is invaluable. Like I said, I never wanted to take your money.”
She takes a sip of the water and then looks at me.
“I’m worried about you, Abby. You don’t seem yourself.”
She laughs saying, “I’m not myself. This past week has been a nightmare.”
“What can I do to help? Just tell me and I’ll make it happen.” I fidget nervously in my seat, not even sure if the words I am saying are right.
“There’s nothing that you or anyone can do, Latch. This is my fuck-up; I have to fix it.”
“No, it’s our fuck-up. Let me help.”
“Help how? You wanna come and talk to my husband, to try and justify why we slept together?”
I shake my head and look over at her gorgeous body. God, I have missed her more than I ever knew was possible.
“I’m really sorry that we got caught, I shouldn’t have let it happen. I normally only sleep with couples or single women to keep the risk and the drama to a minimum. I’m not looking to ruin relationships. But I broke that rule for you, and I probably shouldn’t have.”
“So you regret it?” she asks.
“No! Not at all!
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