The rest of that week I followed my usual schedule, albeit with the added responsibilities of a pet. Every evening I would call or text Val. On Tuesday I suggested we could go see a romcom at the Point Cinema. She said that she had tons of stuff to do for the Gunderson project that evening and couldn't. The next day I messaged her about going to the Red Rock Saloon to see a country-western band she liked. At eleven o'clock she replied that she's busy. After work on Thursday I finally got her to talk to me more than a minute.
I was pacing the living room as I dialed Val's number. When she answered I said, "Hey, Val, how ya doing?"
"Hi, Bruce. I'm doing ok, been really busy at work. What's up?"
"I thought we could go out and grab a pizza or something tonight. I miss you."
"Aww, is little Brucy Woocy getting horny?"
I plopped down on the couch and scowled. Brenna jumped up beside me, put her front paws on my thigh and looked at me with a concerned expression.
"Why do you say shit like that? You know I love you, like your company and, yeah, I'm horny. So sue me."
She lightly laughed at that, then, with her version of an apologetic tone, she said, "Bruce, I'd love to but, I'm busy tonight."
"Again? I get the feeling you're just avoiding me. Is it because of Brenna?"
"Who? Oh, no. It's not that cat."
"Tell you what, I'll make your favorite meal Friday night. Bacon wrapped filet mignon, sautéd mushrooms, baked potato and green beans. Whatdya say? Is it a date? Come on...please?"
There was silence for a while. Did she put me on mute? She finally replied, "That sounds delicious. That steak better be rare or there will be no nookie for you, buster."
Even the hint of making love to Val made my dick jump. Brenna must have felt it because she looked at my crotch like she was going to pounce.
"Only the best for you, babe. See you at seven. Love ya." Val hung up without reciprocation.
I lowered and looked at my phone pensively. Valerie had always been aloof, but I enjoyed her company and she was fun in bed. There was something in her tone I didn't like.
Brenna purred and head butted my chest. Then she crawled up to lick my neck. I stroked her back and made plans for Friday.
I took Friday afternoon off to get ready. I picked up some really good looking filets at Woodman's along with bacon, some fresh green beans and mushrooms. The potatoes at home looked ok the last time I checked and an unopened bottle of pinot noir was in the pantry.
I ordered an Uber for the ride home and waited. Not ten minutes went by before I heard a Morbid Angel song. I pulled the rusty passenger door open and said, "Hey, Deb."
"Fucking hey, yourself Bruce. Doing a little goddamn shopping?"
"Yeah," I replied as I settled into the seat with my bags. Debbie pulled away from the curb and the car backfired. "I'm cooking up a steak dinner for Val and me. How have you been? Haven't seen you lately."
A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "I'm fine," she said. The rest of the drive home she didn't say a word. The power steering screeched when she pulled up to the house. She flicked off the radio, turned to me with a concerned expression and said, "Bruce, don't expect too much from Val, ok?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She bit her lip and turned away from me to look out the windshield, "Let's just say that she's not really that...nice to you and leave it like that."
"Oh, no," I shifted in the seat to look at her. "You aren't getting off that easy. I know you and her don't get along, but come on!"
"I just don't want you to get hurt, alright."
I unbuckled the seat belt and grabbed the grocery bags. "I'm a big boy, Debra. I can take care of myself." She started to reply, but I'm already out of the car and closing the door. I'm halfway to my front door when I heard the music blaring, Norwegians screaming and Debbie driving away.
I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up my home; vacuuming, dusting, collecting the scattered cat toys, cleaning up hairballs. By seven o'clock the table is set, the green beans are steamed, the mushrooms are sautéd and steaks are Pittsburgh rare. I manage to catch Brenna, put her in the master bedroom and close the door.
Val arrived fifteen minutes later, wearing the hot, red micro dress that drives me wild. I, being a perfect gentleman, got her seated at the dining room table, filled her plate and poured her a glass of wine. "How's the Gunderson project going? It sounds like a huge project."
I dished up my food, poured my wine and sat as she asked, "What project?"
"The Gunderson project. You said that project was keeping you busy on Tuesday night."
"Oh, THAT project," she gave a light laugh and spun a story that sounded like she'd pulled it out of her ass. I let her tell her story, sometimes she can't share details about her work. I can understand that.
A couple minutes into the monologue Brenna jumped up on the counter behind Val, sat down and started cleaning her face. How the hell did Brenna open the door? Fortunately, Val's too engrossed in her own voice to notice my exasperated expression.
"...and that's why we had to scrap the entire workflow and...are you listening to me?"
"Oh, yeah. Scrap workflow...got it. Then what happened?" Just then Val got a notification that grabbed her and Brenna's attention. Val started to smile as she read the message. Brenna did a double take, then her eyes grew wide and her ears flattened back against her head.
Val set the phone face down, picked up her purse and said, "I'll be right back...have to use the bathroom." Brenna stared at her as she got up and left the room.
As soon as the bathroom door closed Brenna jumped onto the table. "What are you doing?" I got up to catch her and put back in my bedroom.
Brenna grumbled loudly, flipped the phone on its back and flicked it to me. The message app was still open. "How long are yuo gonna be with that limp dik pusy," a message read. "Tak off you panty and get ur ass out here if you want some" Below that message was a pic of long hard dick.
You probably saw this coming. I was blinded by a set of tits and a great ass. I sat down on a side chair, stunned. A minute later Valerie hurried in. "Sorry hun, I just got a call from the office..."
"No. You didn't," I handed the phone to her. "How long have you been cheating on me?"
She actually had the nerve to get angry at me. "What are you doing with my phone!" She yanks it out of my hands. "That's PRIVATE!"