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Chapter Two
I reached in with both arms and held her. Her arms circled my neck and I slowly pulled her out until she was in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. "Oh god, what a stupid bitch I must be."
I leaned back a little wiping her wet hair from her face. "Listen to me, Claire, he's not worth it."
"What?" She screamed in my face, her voice a siren equalling shriek. "My life, he took my whole life, he lied to me. He has never been true to me. He has taken me for a fool."
I pulled her back in. "I'm sorry, babe. I truly am."
"You don't care about me. You just can't fucking wait to say I told you so, can you? Go on, just say it, get it out."
"I would never do that. I'm sorry, Claire. What happened?"
"I did what you said. I confronted him. At first he denied it, but then as we argued and I said I knew, he folded and the truth came out."
I cuddled her, my hand resting on the back of her neck as I massaged her, squeezed her taut sinewy tendons.
"He told me to stop complaining, I had fucked around on him all the time when I was young." She looked into my eyes. "That's a lie Eddie. I never once cheated on him. Never, not once. You have to believe me."
"Claire, relax, I believe you."
She leaned back against me. "He accused me of all sorts of horrible things. Said that I just needed to calm down. Nothing had to change. Our lives were perfect. Fucking perfect... The whole thing was a joke. Fucking perfect. What an arsehole."
We stood leaning together her head on my shoulder. "What am I going to do, Eddie?"
"Food, we need food. Come on, let me get you something to eat."
We staggered over to the caravan and I virtually pushed her inside.
I stumbled around trying to figure out what to do. I found some eggs and chucked them in a pan, diced up an onion as Claire reached in and pulled out two beers. She whipped the lids off as if she had been doing it her whole life.
She passed me one, giving me a tough look. "What, you think I was born drinking champagne?" We touched bottles in a salute, before she took a long swig, burped noisily and sat back on the bed.
"Fuck him, Eddie, just fuck him, the bloody bastard. All that bullshit about not having to lie, we could be honest." She took another long gulp.
I whipped the eggs and threw in a few chives and garlic. I spooned the scrambled egg out onto a couple of plates. I handed hers to her and she sat cross legged with the plate between her knees. I sprinkled salt and pepper and she picked at it. "Oh god, that's lovely." She emptied her bottle and dug in like a starving animal.
We ate quickly and I reached into the fridge and pulled out another two beers. As we ate, her phone rang. "What the hell do you want?" She barked.
I figured it was Tony, but couldn't hear what he said. "Why do you care?"
"Fuck you, I'll do what I want. You don't get to tell me what to do any more. You gave up that right."
The tears flowed dripping onto her empty plate, which I pulled from her lap.
"No, Tony, We are over, here is no more us. You made a fool out of me for all these years. You sanctimonious little shit."
I chucked the plates in the sink as she snapped. "I want you out of our house, or by god I am going to the board and I will tell them everything."
Next thing I knew her phone crashed into a cabinet, smashing into a thousand pieces. She fell back on the bed, crying her eyes out.
I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms. "Let it out, babe, let it all out."
I held her tightly, but not as tightly as she held me. Her arms gripped tightly around my head. Her face buried in my shoulder. I rubbed her back, massaging gently, slowly. Not quite a caress, I just wanted to comfort, console. It was hard, her trembling body, hot against me, her face wet with tears, her breath moist. Oh damn, I was getting aroused. Nooooo, god no. Don't be an arse.
She must have felt it, my erection jutting into her hip. She writhed, the tears stilled. She moved closer, nestling in. She rotated her hip, trapping my manhood.
Her mouth opened against my neck; she was no longer breathing, she was nibbling, nuzzling, kissing. Oh god no. I had to stop her.
I tried to move away. "Claire, no please, stop, not like this. Not out of revenge."
"Don't you want me? Am I that old and ugly?"
"Claire, you are the most gorgeous sexy woman I have ever met. If things were different..."
"Eddie, this isn't revenge, I am not drunk. I have wanted to do this from the very first time we met."
"No, Claire, you're angry, you feel betrayed. This is not right."
Our lips met; she crushed her gorgeous sexy lips on mine. Her tongue probed, slithering past my defences. I swirled in a chaotic blur. "Claire, no, please. Let me hold you." Her mouth collided with me. Passionate, luscious, tasting of salty tears.
"Eddie, I want this. Please, I need this."
I held her tightly; I kissed her neck, her cheeks, her eyes. "No, Claire."
The cascading tears returned, her body shuddering, wracked with uncontrollable sobs.
I pulled the blanket over us and held her as she fell asleep. At some point, I fell asleep as well. It felt incredible to have her in my arms. Hot, sensuous. It's hard to fall asleep when your cock is that hard it won't allow you to roll over.
The morning came faster than I wanted. I woke still tired, and Claire still wrapped around me. I had to prise my arm from beneath her to go and pee.
As I stepped out, the drizzling warm summer rain hit me in the face. It felt refreshing and reinvigorating. I stood in the grass, my urine splashing noisily.
When I went back in, Claire was sitting on the bed, her head in her arms. She glanced up at me with what looked like an angry glare. Why the hell was she angry with me? What did I do?
I made some toast and a cup of tea for both of us. We sat side by side on the bed, the pitter patter of the rain falling on the roof the only sound.
"What's the matter, Claire, what did I do?"
