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CUCKED IN THE TROPICS Ch. 05
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Jake wasn't just worried. He was beginning to feel sick.
He rolled over and looked at the bedside clock. The numbers 3:34 stared back at him, mocking him. That was 3:34 in the morning. 3:34 in the morning on one of Jake's first handful of nights as a married man, and he was in bed... alone.
Callie wasn't back yet. She had left to go dancing around six o'clock, promising to not be out late. Well... now it was late, and now Jake was worried. Dancing. Only dancing. But Jake had seen the way she dressed and styled herself before she left.
Callie had packed her tasty curves into a little white designer dress that showcased her in ways that Callie would never showcase herself back home. Her dress inched dangerously high on her smooth thighs, narrowed considerably at the waist, and hugged her large full chest. Something about the way the material accented her already busty physique, she looked like she was hiding a pair of cantaloupes in her dress, even with no cleavage visible. The back was open, and stopped dangerously short of her curving ass.
Callie had stood in front of the mirror, fussing with her hair for what felt like hours. She had styled her long blonde hair in vertical curls that reminded Jake of Goldilocks. In years, she had never done anything adventurous with her hair. Why now?
She'd put on makeup-- pink lipstick and blush on her cheeks, obsessively plucked her eyebrows and curled her lashes, and carefully applied just the right amount of perfume.
She had even take the time to carefully run lotion up and down her legs, giving them a smooth alluring sheen.
Callie most certainly didn't look like the Callie that Jake had known since grade school. She looked sexy. Like a celebrity attending a red carpet event. She certainly wasn't dressed like a wife on vacation, and definitely didn't look like the small town farm girl he'd known for most of his life.
Jake couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching his own wife prepare herself for a date. A date with another man. Because Andre would be there. Andre... who Callie had 'let slip' that he'd taken her shopping. Andre who had bought her these clothes. Even right now, Callie was sitting in one of the plush hotel suite chairs, strapping on a pair of heels that added at least four inches to her height, so focused that she wasn't looking at Jake at all.
Andre... who stood at 6'8" with huge powerful muscles and a firm commanding presence. Andre who Jake had seen outside of the hotel, trading money with a shady looking man, and completely dominating him with his stare alone.
When Callie had finished putting on her shoes, she stood and made an effort to not look in Jake's direction. He, again, had this unshakable feeling that she was mad at him, and he couldn't figure out why. She was being ice cold and silent the way she sometimes behaved when he did something to upset her.
"You look really gorgeous," Jake said softly.
"Do I?" she asked, staring at herself in the mirror as she put on earrings that twinkled in the light and must have cost a fortune. Her voice sounded distracted-- a million miles away. She draped a necklace over her chest, and took an extra few moments to adjust her boobs. They seemed to stand out even more prominently than usual-- which was a feat in itself, because Callie's boobs definitely grabbed attention with their size.
When she turned back from the mirror, she again averted her eyes, moving back and forth from one destination to the next with a purpose. Her mouth held in a thin line.
"Did you want to get a drink with me before you go?" Jake offered up a tiny liquor bottle from the mini-fridge.
Callie almost seemed to ignore the offer completely. She glanced at the time and cursed softly. "Crap, I'm late for meeting them. I gotta go," she hurried for the door.
"Okay baby," Jake felt slightly defeated. "Have fun tonight."
"You too," she said, in that same distracted tone. Her heels clacking off the floor as she made for the door. Her curls bouncing down her back as she walked. "I won't be out too late," she promised.
"No worries. I love you," he called after her, but then the door shut behind her. The gunshot sound of finality was his only reply.
Jake had gotten dinner and drinks with June while the girls had their night. June was fun, and interesting, but the conversation did little to distract Jake from his mounting concerns that he had committed some infraction and his wife was angry with him. And if she was while she was out dancing-- looking like a glamour model-- should he be worried?
He must have glanced at his phone countless times throughout drinks with June.
And when he returned to his room shortly after ten o'clock, he found the silence and solitude to be absolutely panic inducing. He'd managed to control his worries until eleven o'clock, before he decided to try Callie's number.
The phone rang about five times before it picked up. Jake could hear the blare of rhythmic pounding music in the background. Like tribal drum beats set to club music.
"Hello?" Callie sounded unsure, annoyed, and out of breath all at once. He could hear her breathing heavily.
"Hey baby, I'm just checking in. Are you having fun?"
There was a pause. He knew the call hadn't dropped, because the music was continual. "Yeah, I'm having a great time." There was a tremble to her voice. She was definitely out of breath.
"Wow, it sounds like a real party. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Suddenly defensive and annoyed.
"I was just checking. You sound--"
"I'm just out of breath from dancing," she said quickly.
"Okay... well I'll let you get back to your fun," Jake said meekly. "What time do you think you'll get back? If you want, I can have room service bring a midnight snack--"
"I don't know," she said the last with some degree of hesitation. "I'll let you know when we're on our way back."
A second later, a new voice in the background. A woman's. Mei sounded very drunk and very jovial. "Caaaaaallieeeeeee. Get off your phone. Andre's waiting."
"I gotta go," Callie said quickly.
"Okay," this time Jake wanted to say it while she could hear him. "I love you."
There was a pause-- long enough that Jake knew she heard him, and long enough that she knew she couldn't play it off. "I love you too," she said finally. Callie sounded like her thoughts were very jumbled and she was sorting out some unseen insecurity with herself.
Before Jake could question it further, the line clicked, and her voice was gone.
Jake sat in silence. That final "I love you too," echoing in his head for hours and hours.
He had waited for two more hours, checking his phone obsessively for a call or text message. Any indication that things were normal. All the while, he was battling this ever growing feeling of dread that something was very wrong and he had no idea why or how he could fix it.
The TV did very little to pacify him. His concerns made his stomach feel like it was tied in knots. He found himself pacing the room, trading glances between the door, the clock, and his phone.
Finally, he took a deep breath and decided that he needed to try to sleep. It might prove to be a futile effort, given how not-tired he felt, but he had to try. This whole evening had taken on a surreal quality that felt vaguely reminiscent of a nightmare, and Jake needed to try to escape it.
When he turned out the bedside lamp, Jake stared at the digital clock with wide open eyes. The minutes crawled along until they eventually read 3:34, and still Callie was not back yet. Jake's emotions were churning in a mixture of fear, self loathing, worry, guilt, and a touch of anger. Callie was never normally this aloof, irresponsible, or... dare he say-- selfish. Just what in the hell was going on with her?
In his head, he began to practice the things he would say to her when she finally got back. The questions that he'd ask.
It would be another half an hour before he heard the hotel room door open and shut behind her. And the reassuring sound of her feet pattering toward the bathroom was such an instant comfort, that almost every one of Jake's questions and talking points vanished. He heard a drunken clumsiness to her staggering walk.
Jake rolled slightly over, and saw the bathroom light on. He heard the sound of her shedding her clothes-- probably eager to get out of her dress. Then, to his surprise, the shower started. He rolled back onto his side, facing away from the bathroom door and only listened.
Callie was in the shower for a surprisingly long time, it seemed. The clock on the wall read another thirty minutes before Callie emerged from the bathroom. She seemed to pause at the side of the bed. Jake could sense her staring at him. He felt his heart pounding, but for reasons he couldn't explain, he squeezed his eyelids shut, and pretended to sleep. He didn't move or stir.
After an eternity, Callie slipped into bed beside him, facing away from, and went to sleep without so much as a goodnight kiss or the slightest hint of any bodily contact.
Jake tried to tell himself that she was just tired and didn't want to wake him. And those thoughts quieted his inner anxiety enough that he could begin to drift off to sleep. But just before he did, while he was in that momentary transition between awake and asleep, when his body felt as though he was free falling, a bizarre and fleeting thought entered his brain.
She's not Callie anymore.
Then like a ghostly fog passing in the night, the thought floated away and was gone. Jake slept.
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Nearly 9 hours earlier...
"Damn girl, look at you!" Mei squealed in delight. The second she saw Callie, her face lit up and her jaw dropped.
Callie giggled nervously and swept her hair back behind her ears. She was blushing as she did so, and Mei immediately picked up on it.
"It's because we're meeting Andre, isn't it?" Mei teased.
