He was late yet again. He was always late, though. The rain was pouring and thunder clapped loudly as I sat in the living room yet again, twirling my empty wine glass in one hand, the other holding a burning cigarette. Normally I wouldn't be so pissed about him being late. But the fact that I had found a phone number in his sock drawer this morning made everything different. Some chick named Tracy -the slut even put 'xoxo' right below her number.
I should have packed my shit up and left. But... I'm feeling gracious today and besides... slow torture is better. This wasn't the first time he had accidentally left another woman's phone number in one of his drawers. But before I had ignored it.
"Not ignoring it now." I mumbled, putting my cigarette out when I heard the lock turn slowly. The clock read two in the morning. I set my wine glass on the coffee table and stood, adjusting my silk robe.
His tall frame entered the doorway cautiously, clearly unaware of my presence. I rolled my eyes as he slipped his shoes off and hung his coat on the hook by the front door. He turned around and immediately paled when he saw me.
He stammered for a minute, looking for the right words to say other than 'hi' or 'I'm sorry'. They weren't going to work this time.
"I waited up for you." My voice was sickeningly sweet as I let my silk robe slip down my arms and spill onto the floor. I had bought a new pink lace bra and underwear set around noon in a fit of rage. He drank in the sight. I smiled.
His hands slipped around me, pulling my body against his warm one. I sighed gently and kissed his neck, my hands burying in his shaggy black hair. Too bad ..he is such a good lover, I thought warily. Too bad for him I've had enough, I reminded myself quickly.
"You work too hard..." I said softly, leading him back to our bedroom. He chuckled and followed me, stopping me to plant kisses on my lips and neck every so often.
What I was planning was mean and heartless, but I've had enough. We ended up on the bed in a fit of heavy kissing and grinding. He moved and touched in all the right places and made me ache for him, just like he always did.
"Do you trust me?"
He rose a brow and grinned, "Of course baby."
I chuckled to myself, sliding off his half naked body, somewhere along the way I had lost my brand new bra. I trailed my fingers lightly down his thigh as I made my way to the closet, winking at him over my shoulder on the way. He shuddered and smiled back. God he was gorgeous.
I clicked on the closet light and stepped in, there was my suitcase full of my clothes. I would get the rest later. I took a deep breath and cleared my head, I can do this. I wrapped my fingers around cool silk scarves and stepped back out of the closet, sighing gently at him.
