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Chapter 1
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Through Mike's Eyes
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That early morning alarm, blaring at 5:30 AM, always hit me hard. But every day, it was the same routine. I'd lay there for a bit, soaking in the quiet before everything went haywire. Maggie was beside me, breathing so calm, so peaceful. Didn't want to wake her, so I got up real quiet-like, heading to the bathroom.
That shower, man, it's like therapy. Warm water hitting my back, steam fogging up the mirror, and that old school Old Spice soap of mine. Felt good, you know? Refreshing. Every drop was like gearing up for the battle of the day. When I got dressed, white shirt, those slacks, I looked in the mirror and thought, "Mike, you've come a long way."
Walking out, the smell of breakfast hit me like a ton of bricks. Good bricks. Maggie was up, working her magic in the kitchen. Bacon, eggs, coffee -- she had it all going. The kids, Nat and Ryan, they were up too, groggy but getting there.
The kitchen table was set just the way I liked it. Coffee, hot and ready, and my newspaper laid out. That's Maggie for you. Always paying attention to the little things. As I settled in, she hit me with that smile. "Morning." Felt like pure sunshine. And the kids, they chimed in, rubbing their eyes but happy.
Reading the paper, something caught my eye, "Reagan Proposes 'Star Wars' Missile Defense System." Dang, 1983 was something else. The world was changing fast.
Breakfast was our thing, the whole family sitting around, talking about whatever. It was cool, you know? And as I got up to leave, despite being teenagers, both kids jumped up and hugged me tight. That right there, that's what powered my day.
I looked at my family and told them that I loved them all. Meant it too, every word.
Stepping outside, briefcase in hand, I felt ready. I had my family, had my job, and every step felt like I was moving forward. Life was throwing curveballs, but I was dancing through them, trying to figure out the next step.
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Carolina Heritage Bank of Florence, that place was like my second home. Always buzzing, always something going on. But inside my office, it was my little bubble of calm. Usually, I'd be diving into reports, paperwork, and maybe sneak a peek at the Wall Street Journal. But that day, those papers? They just sat there, gathering dust while my head was off somewhere else.
Looking at myself in the little mirror on my desk, I could see the changes. Hair, more salt than pepper now, and my eyes usually looked calm. But now? They were miles away. The sun coming through the blinds made these patterns on my face, and all I could think about was me and Maggie. The stuff we'd been getting into, the videos, the toys... man, that was some wild stuff. Those videos, mostly with big black dudes and white women, and that new toy she got was black too. Wasn't hard to connect the dots.
Then it hit me. Was I... you know, not big enough for her? The toys she chose, what we watched, it painted a clear picture. And man, it hurt, right in the gut. Got me questioning myself.
I've always been proud, you know? Did well for myself, took care of my family, and loved Maggie with everything I had. But these new...hints, they messed with my head. Sitting there, lost in thought, my fingers brushing my chin, I was sure about one thing -- I'd do whatever it took to make her happy.
I remember glancing over at this photo on my desk, the kids, Ryan and Natalie, and Maggie. Big smiles all around. We had a good thing going, years of trust and love. This new stuff, it was just a blip, another turn on the road.
Checking my watch, I knew I had to snap back to reality. Bank stuff to do. But even as I got back to work, my thoughts kept drifting to Maggie, to us, and what the evening might bring. Whatever came our way, I was all in.
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Driving up to the house, that sunset was something else. Made everything look kinda... golden. As soon as I stepped out of the car, there was that unmistakable smell of steak grilling. Man, my stomach didn't waste time telling me how hungry it was.
Walking in, I was hit by this song playing, something slow and romantic. The living room was pretty dim, but I could see the candles from the dining room flickering. And then, bam, there she was. Maggie, standing there in this blue dress I hadn't seen in a long time. It might've been old, but boy, did it flatter her. Showed off her curves just right without showing too much, if you get what I mean. And her hair, usually pulled back for the day-to-day stuff, it was down, kinda wavy.
She'd done something special tonight, not showing off or anything, but like she was saying, "Hey, remember me? The woman you fell for?" And her voice, when she greeted me had this playful hint.
Seeing her in that dress, with those candles and that music, I was taken back. Yeah, she'd changed over the years. A bit softer here and there, but to me, she was as stunning as the day we met. Every part of her was like a reminder of our journey together. And by the looks of things, tonight was going to be a little different.
As she got closer, I got a whiff of her perfume, the usual one but with a twist. Something more seductive. She took my hand and led me to the dinner table, all fancy-like.
"Steak and wine," I managed to say, by my voice was a bit shaky. I could tell, the night wasn't just about the food.
She poured the wine, and I took a sip. Felt the warmth going down, tasted those hints of berry. Everything felt more... intense. The way the cutlery sounded, the songs playing in the background, and the way she looked at me, like she was trying to tell me something.
We chatted through dinner, sometimes just quiet, but there was this tension, you know? Like we both knew there was something more, something we weren't saying out loud. The air was thick with memories of the stuff we'd been exploring together. And every now and then, our eyes would lock, having this silent chat of their own.
I saw Maggie take a deep breath, like she was trying to find her footing. She said she'd been thinking about this for a while. She'd even practiced what she was going to say on her way home.
Then she said it. She said she's been thinking about being with a black man. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised with the all the videos and the black dildo, but I wasn't thinking that at the time.
I felt this lump in my throat. It felt hard to breathe. Everything around sort of faded, and all I could hear was her voice.
Then she said she wanted me there. Why did she want me there? So I asked her if she wanted it to be a threesome.
She shook her head, no. She said she wanted me to watch like in the videos we had watched together.
Then, she looked straight into my eyes and said, "I want you to see me with a black man with a big dick" and "I want you to watch while he gives me what you can't."
It was like someone had knocked the wind out of me. I mean, we'd watched those videos, brought some new toys into the mix, but hearing her say it out loud, so bluntly, was tough to hear.
I had a pit in my stomach. I don't know if I was was feeling jealous or insecure or what, but I did feel this huge sense of being exposed. The thought of Maggie, my Maggie, with another man? It was confusing, terrifying, and it intrigued me.