Forward: This is my first shot at one of these so let me know if there's something you think I could improve. Not much explicit content in this chapter but there will be in the next. Hope you enjoy!
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"Oh just come on, we don't have time for me to change," Diane complained. I looked at her incredulously. She was wearing a sleek black dress that barely covered her sleek, toned body - one good gust of wind, and anyone with a mind to do so would find out what color my fiancé's panties were. The top of the dress wasn't much better, exposing ample cleavage, covered only by tiny black straps that ran back behind her neck. Below that, her back was covered only by her long, light blond hair.
"Whatever. We just better not see anyone I know there," I muttered, as she walked out the door towards the car. The dress was probably inappropriate for an engaged woman, but I would at least enjoy looking at it. Plus, I could see a certain sharpness in the green depths of her eyes that meant I was going to regret it if I pushed her on this.
Some days I still couldn't believe I ended up with this woman. I had met her at a party in college, where she was wearing something similar to what she had on now, only with less skin showing. Diane had been the life of that party - everyone wanted to talk to her. I was certain I'd never get the chance to interact with her - I'm not exactly a social butterfly and she was far out of my league. It was only when things slowed down and everyone got a bit too drunk that she sat down near me and started making small talk.
It turned out we were both in biomedical science, and had similar interests, and we ended up talking for a while. I figured she would forget the next day, but she recognized me on campus, and we hit it off from there.
Diane, apart from being incredibly beautiful, was borderline genius, too, furthering my confoundment that she saw anything worth her time in me. I would ask her sometimes, and she'd always just give me a knowing grin and say something like "I don't know, I guess I just like you."
Now I was 26, and she was 28, and things had been going well. She was more beautiful, and more intelligent than ever. Even though I was about as average as I ever was, I liked to think I brought something to the table. Together we bought a house, and got engaged, and seemed to have the perfect life carved out for ourselves. That's what I thought, and that's what I thought Diane thought. But that brings us to the present.
The restaurant we were going to was in the next town over, so it was a fairly long drive. Diane stayed on her phone for most of it, occasionally looking up to respond to something I was saying. After so long of that, I just let the radio play uninterrupted.
Eventually we arrived at our destination - "The Midnight", part restaurant, part nightclub. I approached the server, telling him we were there for our reservations, and he started leading the way to our table. Diane didn't move immediately. When I turned to see what she was doing, her head snapped towards me and she started walking. She didn't keep eye contact for long, and it looked like her cheeks were a bit flushed. I figured it must be the lighting - the building was dimly lit with purple rave-like spotlights slowly moving around.
We sat down, and before long had drinks in hand. The food was okay, but it seemed like cocktails was the main draw to this place, so we indulged in a few each. As Diane got tipsier, something seemed... off... about her. It was like she was distracted. I watched her a bit more carefully and saw her eyes glance off to the right a few times, and eventually had to know what was going on.
I turned my head to try and figure out what she was looking at. To my surprise, there was a man already looking at me from the table next to us. I glanced away, not wanting to seem nosy, but felt his gaze even after I looked away. I felt my stress beginning to rise, as I did not want to start shit with this guy. He was quite muscular, and I was quite... average.
I tried to just enjoy my drink but the pressure continue to mount. Enough is enough, I thought, finally, and turned to face him. I was going to have to deal with this. But my gaze was not met this time - his eyes had turned away from me, and were now fixed on Diane.
That damn dress. I knew this was going to be trouble.
Before I could process what was happening, the man had got up, pulled his chair over, and sat down backwards in it, between us, and facing my fiancé.
"So what brings a little thing like you here?" he said in a smoky voice. Up close I could see his features better. He was fairly handsome, in a rugged kind of way, and perhaps five years older than me. He had brown hair slicked back over his head, and a neat full beard. I nervously recalled some of Diane's exes looking similar to this guy.
Just the type of guy who would think he could pull shit like this. He thinks he can just saunter up to any woman he wants and
- - Diane's reaction to the man's question completely interrupted my train of thought at that point. Her cheeks turned bright red and she looked down, quietly sucking in her breath a bit - she looked like she was trying not to melt. I glared at her but she ignored me. She enjoyed mildly teasing me from time to time, but this was not the time for games like this.
"I, uh- I'm just here having dinner with my boyfriend," she stammered, looking at him wide eyed.
"Fiancé," I snapped. I was again ignored, by both of them.
Was that an innocent mistake or is she fucking with me?
I couldn't tell.
"Oh, sorry bud. Didn't see you there," The man looked at me. I tried to stare him in the eye but couldn't hold it. I needed to find a way to get rid of this guy, and Diane wasn't helping in the slightest. "... he's with you?" he added mockingly, turning back to Diane.
Diane nervously laughed and twirled a lock of hair around, flustered. "Yea... sorry... I'm taken." she said, looking at the table.
"Okay, okay, well I wouldn't want to interfere. I hope you don't get too bored over here," he smirked, and slowly walked back to his table, chair in tow. When he sat down he kept looking at Diane, who was still blushing.
