All characters are 18 years of age and older.
I sat there playing the recording over and over in my office. It was my wife Chloe, talking to her best friend Stephanie.
"Stephanie, I fucked up so bad. I'm scared. Sean's gonna be so mad."
"Calm down Chloe."
"I slept with James. What have I done Steph, what have I done!"
"What! Tell me what happened."
"He's gonna divorce me when I tell him. I can't live without him Steph, I can't!"
My wife was hysterical and crying.
"Don't fucking tell him, are you outta your damn mind." Stephanie said.
"I have to tell him. I have to tell him and beg for his forgiveness."
"NO! You need to keep your fucking mouth shut, and be the best wife ever. You deny him nothing, you do everything you can to make sure he knows that you love him."
"I have to tell him Steph. I have to. Sean always says, the worst thing a person can do, is lie to the one you love."
"NO! You're just being selfish again Chloe. It's going to break his heart if you tell him."
"Look, I'm on the way over. Don't go anywhere, don't call anybody, don't do anything, until I get there and we talk."
That was two days ago on Wednesday. I pretended that I wasn't feeling well Wednesday and Thursday nights, and slept in a guest room. I couldn't stand to be near her. I've never hit a woman in my life, but, I will admit that the last two days, tested my resolve like never before.
Thankfully, I worked for my father. I told him what happened and played the recording for him. When it was over, he sat back in the chair and said "Aren't you glad for the prenup now son". My father had won the state lottery before I was born. He took that money and started his own construction company. By the time I graduated high school at 18, it'd become one of the most successful in the state.
At graduation, I was not even six feet tall and weighted only one hundred and sixty pounds. My father immediately put me to work for him. He gave me no quarter or favoritism at all. I started as a General Laborer. Pouring concrete, doing roofing, and drywall, even being the lunch gopher for whichever of the 3 crews that I was assigned to. The crews knew who I was, and gave me some gruff, but, nothing too far over the line.
By my second year(19), I'd grown to be 6'2" and 225 lbs, and I had earned the respect of all 3 crews. My father then had me learn, and get licensed in a skilled job and piece of machinery, every year. At 19, it was my Class A CDL and Welding. At 20, it was Forklift and Electrician. At 21, it was Excavator and Plumbing. At 22, it was Pipefitting and Wheel Tractor-Scraper. At 23, it was Carpentry and Crane Operation.
I spent my 6th year learning from my father's Top Foreman. He was impressed with how quickly I picked things up. By the time the year was up, I was pretty much running all 3 crews. I was doing schedules, tracking progress of all the sites, making sure the sites were safe and organized, etc, etc.
My 7th year, I was 25 years old. I was making $70K a year, plus bonuses and side jobs. I was living in a four bedroom, three bathroom, ranch style home with a 2 car garage and basement. On my 25th birthday, my father bought me a run down abandoned piece of property, that used to be an apartment complex, right on the edge of town. With help from my friends, we tore it down to the dirt and built my house.
It was during the renovation that I met Chloe. She was a school teacher, who worked as a landscaper during the summer months. She worked for the nursery that I hired to plant trees and bushes around my house and property. Chloe is 5'5" tall and weighs 140 lbs. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes.
The first time I laid eyes on her, she ended up laughing so hard, she almost wet herself. She got out of her van and I was staring at her. She smiled and waved, while walking to me. I remember her being right in front me of talking. I couldn't hear a word she was saying. I just stood there with my mouth open. Finally my father hit me in the face with a rag, and I snapped out of it.
We went out a few times before I kissed her goodnight. It was our fifth month of dating, while sitting in a booth at Outback Steakhouse, when she asked me "how come you haven't made a move to have sex with me yet?"
I looked around and mumbled that I was a virgin. She broke out laughing. I'd had blowjobs from a few of the bar room sluts that us construction workers would frequent, but I wasn't sticking my dick in those fucking women. I stood up, dropped two $20's on the table and walked out. She followed me outside apologizing and I just ignored her. I got in my truck and started it.
I started backing out of the parking spot and she jumped into the bed. I started driving down the road towards home. Chloe just kept hitting the window, saying she was sorry. I just turned up the radio. She finally got the message and sat down. It took about ten minutes before I pulled into my driveway. I parked outside my garage and got out. Chloe jumped out and slapped me in the face.
"You could've killed me you son of bitch."
I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. She was asking where I was taking her. I just kept silent and kept walking. She finally put her hands on my lower back and looked up.
"You better not Sean!" she yelled when she saw me walking towards my pool.
I threw her in. "When you cool off, we'll talk." I said.
I turned around, walked to my outdoor BBQ patio area and sat down in a chair. Chloe came walking up the sidewalk barefoot with her shoes in her hands, and dripping wet. The blue dress she wore was sticking to her, like a second skin. Her nipples hard from the cold water of my pool. She marched right up to me and yelled,
"You ruined my clothes!"
"Calm down or I'll throw your ass in again." I replied.
Chloe just glared at me. Her angry face was so adorable that I started laughing myself and stood up. She dropped one of her shoes, then started hitting me with the other. She landed a few blows on my open hand before I grabbed the shoe, took it from her, and threw it down with her other shoe. She swung her hand, and I caught her by the wrist. She swung her other hand, and I got her other wrist.
I was looking at her and she was looking at me with defiance. It was so sexy and I could feel my cock start to harden. I told her that she was rude, and she could sleep in the guest room. That I'd take her back to the restaurant in the morning.
"Like hell I am." she said, and started walking towards my backdoor.
I stood there and watched her walk in my house, dripping water everywhere. I thought "what the fuck have I gotten into this time." and starting laughing again. I picked up her shoes and started up the path. Halfway to the backdoor, I heard a door inside slam shut. I got inside and locked the backdoor. I didn't remember leaving it unlocked. I put her shoes by the front door and made my way to my bedroom.
I opened my bedroom door and there was Chloe, rolling around on my bed. She was underneath my blanket and on top of my sheet. I started taking off my clothes until I was standing in nothing but my boxers. I picked my clothes up and took them to the laundry room. When I came back, Chloe was on her knees in the middle of my bed. Still wearing her water soaked blue dress.
I stood there and calmly told her,
"Take off those wet clothes, I'll get you something to wear tonight." as I moved towards my walk-in closet.
"You just wanna see me naked and get into my panties, like everybody else." she said.
I finally had had enough, I stopped looked at her, "Take off your wet fucking clothes now Chloe!" I yelled.
She fell to her butt. Her shoulders slumped. She brought her knees to her chest. I watched her take one strap of the dress down. I walked into my closet. I didn't need to see her get undressed. I didn't want to see her naked. I grabbed a t-shirt and some sweats for her to wear, and walked back out. Chloe was sitting on the edge of my bed completely naked.
I heard myself gasp. She looked absolutely beautiful. The moon was shining through the big window on the south wall, so she was illuminated in a breathtaking light.
