Time passed as I stared at the screen, watching the man that I was so infatuated with fucking another woman. Suddenly, I felt filthy, not knowing what kind of diseases I caught from this man. I was angry and hurt. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I completely forgot Rachel's presence on the loveseat opposite me. From the look on her face, she saw and realized the same exact thing that I did.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kya!" she said as she ran to my aid, holding me as I cried. Even though she meant well, I wanted her to leave. I needed time to think.
"Rachel," I sobbed, "I really want to be alone right now." The irony of it all would have been kind of funny if I was on the outside looking in: All this time I wanted someone with me, now I wanted nothing more than to be left alone. She stood up and walked over to the DVD player to remove the movie. "Leave it," I said. She got her things and apologized again and left after a final hug.
I walked into the bathroom, my head reeling. I began to remove my clothes. It felt as though everywhere on my body that he had ever touched was on fire. I wasn't sure if it was with anger or disgust. I turned the water on, hotter than I could stand it and stepped in. I began to scrub every inch of my body until it was raw. I felt so betrayed. After my long, hot shower, I got dressed in my pajamas and changed the sheets on my bed. The face that they were already clean didn't matter. It gave me peace of mind knowing that almost every aspect of my room was now pure, void of Angelo. When I was content with my surroundings, I laid in my bed and felt a hot, infuriated sleep wash over me.
The next day when I woke up, it felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was very happy that he was still on his trip. 'He's probably off making another movie,' I thought bitterly. I walked into my living room; it was exactly as it was the night before: food strewn all over the coffee table, blanket still on the couch, DVD cover still on the end table. I felt a new wave of anger flood through my veins. I picked up the DVD cover and heaved it across the room. I sat on the floor of my living room in a sobbing fit. Then, I remembered: He was supposed to come home today. He'd said he'd be in the city at around three. I fought with the idea of calling him, cussing him out, and telling him I never want to see him again, but that seemed too easy.
I walked over to the DVD player and turned it on. I turned on the television. Immediately, the scene that caused me so much grief flashed on the screen. I grabbed the remote and went to the main menu when I found what I was looking for. I clicked on the selection, 'Meet the Actors' when I saw Angelo's picture with the name 'Adonis' underneath it. He met all the criteria to be called 'Adonis', that's for sure. I suddenly had an idea. I looked at the clock, it read 1:23 pm. I had more than enough time.
I went to the store and picked up the groceries wanting to have dinner prepared for him when he got home. I grabbed a couple of steaks, potatoes, and rolls. As I was checking out, my cell began to ring. I looked at it, it was Angelo.
"Hello?" I said in the most seductive voice I could muster.
"Hey, Beautiful, what are you doing?" Angelo asked.
