Chapter 11: A Day Later
The book closed slowly under his power. He thought of the words within. He found himself unable to look away from her
She was as beautiful as he had ever known. It was not simply outward beauty. He recalled everything, from her love of animals to her care of people. She had come from a wealthy Indian family that had immigrated to the States.
Some might have called her spoiled, and he could not deny that she had once been guilty of such a fault. However, when he looked at her, he only thought of how she had helped do fundraiser work for wildlife conservation.
That generous spirit and love for every creature is what had once drawn him to her. The amber in her brown eyes had kept him. When she smiled, her nose would kind of inflate.
For her, it was some kind of defect and others had insulted her for the size of it, but to him, it completed her facial features. That said nothing about her perfectly straight, silky soft hair.
She was all he could have wanted in a woman. Leaning over her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead when he quoted the book he had only just read to her.
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
He kissed her head once more as tears were forming in her eyes.
"You have to wake up, Priya. You just have to. I don't care if you spend the rest of your life with someone else, just wake up."
He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. He wiped his tears and collected his books.
He walked out and Nancy out of her nurse's uniform.
"Come on, babe. I know these visits are hard. Let's get you good and drunk."
"
Sam's
?" he asked.
She nodded. "That'll work."
As they started off, he got a text from Autumn. He looked to his phone before shaking his head and muting her texts.
"Anybody important?" Nancy asked.
"Not right now," Carlos said.
---
When the late night came for Juan and Tiffany, Juan could not keep his hands off his wife.
Tiffany was, at first, confused by his single-minded interest in her, but as he touched her, she knew how desperately he wanted her. This, more than anything, made Tiffany want to reciprocate.
"God! I want you, babe!" Juan said.
"You have me! Fuck you have me!"
She tore his shirt off as she had him. It was so very clear her husband was hard for her.
"Did you have fun, babe?" Juan asked.
"Fun?" Tiffany wondered. She could not hide her confusion as the question had come out of nowhere.
Her bra was off as he touched her breast. The marks from what Carlos did were still there.
"With Carlos...He didn't cross a line, right babe?"
And that, in that single, solitary moment was when Tiffany could see how little Juan remembered or agreed to. The possessiveness of his love was on full display. If that were so, it was entirely reasonable for her to understand that the outcome of her telling her husband that she had let another man between her legs might destroy him.
Maybe he had been drunk. Maybe he was too horny the other day. Whatever it was, she
knew
Juan would be broken if she told him what had happened.
As they were naked before one another, she made a choice that would potentially save her marriage.
"No. Babe. He just sucked my tits, babe. Then you were so drunk...Fuck!"
She felt her husband enter her. He was much more forceful than he had been before, and
far
less controlled that Carlos had been with her.
"You were so drunk that I felt we had to stop."
She moaned between the words. She could feel her husband's cock deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
While she enjoyed every second of it, she could not help but compare the two men. Carlos had been as focused as her husband, but where her husband failed and Carlos succeeded was that Juan wanted to fuck her, Carlos wanted to make her cum.
The distinction between them made it clear.
"Did you want to go farther?" Juan asked.
"Maybe!" Tiffany groaned. When she felt him going in her harder but not faster, she could tell he enjoyed the response. "I almost wish he had. What if he had fucked me, babe?"
"Fuck! I won't let him!"
"Then don't!" Tiffany said. "Fuck me better than he ever could."
And Juan tried. He buried his cock into his wife. He felt every inch of her pussy wrap around his cock as he drove into her. He could feel her slick sex, and all it did was push him to go harder and faster.
He was so lost that he barely heard his wife climax. Instead, he let out his own groan as he finally released a long ropey shot of his semen into her.
---
George Weiss was not one to take simple calls from someone's secretary, and he was very firm that Carlos not get special treatment.
That was all well and good in theory. After all, George was very selective in his clients. These were men and women used to getting what they wanted. Some were successful financially much like Carlos, or influential like a state senator or one of two mayors he treated, some were simply well known like the head of the local churches, but some were everyday people.
The one rule he had for them when he treated them was that he did not make exceptions.
With one like Carlos, that was entirely the point. Carlos was used to getting his way in almost every aspect of his life. With George, Carlos had to be told no.
When secretaries of others called George directly, he ensured that the calls were always the same. He cited them to call his assistant. This was not only professional, but it protected him should he ever have to go to court.
He did not like that, but it ensured if litigation were ever done, he could simply say, "I told them to talk to my assistant, and I hung up."
However, Stacy was not like most secretaries. It was clear that she was a secret keeper for Carlos. He would not marry her, as he did not hold much respect for the institution of marriage after losing Priya, but he could not lose Stacy. This meant he kept her close, financially secure, and
likely
, in George's opinion, kept her in a pseudo-sexual relationship with him.
He shook his head at that notion. Carlos would not know what a healthy relationship looked like if it walked right up to him and smacked him in the face.
With all that in mind, for Stacy to call George,
knowing
how he felt about it,
and
telling him to schedule an appointment with Carlos, George could tell something had happened. There was a change or some kind of event that happened. It mattered.
The problem was that George had no idea what it could be.
He opened up his notes on Carlos. He considered all he knew about the successful young man. To talk about Priya or any part of his past was a touchy subject. The relationships that man kept were not healthy as they were so very one sided.
Carlos was good about holding all of the cards because he did not trust anyone else to have them. It worked out for him and whoever else did what he wanted. By no means was it sustainable for the average person.
