CHAPTER 4
His week had been very productive and he began believing that he could very well settle with this new job. Though the thought would not be pleasant to his lover, he would have to assure her that this was it and hope she would continually support him. He received his first pay and was shocked to see the amount. 'I'm definitely taking her out to dinner,' he thought.
He arrived home a little tired and happy to finally be able to hold his love once more. Again he was not greeted at the door but began to think nothing of it, after all, he didn't tell her she 'had' to meet him every time, though he thought she missed him enough to jump right in his arms on first sight. He made his way into the kitchen for a much needed drink and seeing that the coffee was made, helped himself to a cup. He then settled in the living room when she came out to meet him.
She was wearing only one if his dress shirts and no pants or skirt. "Missed me that much did you?" He grinned as he looked her over. She mumbled an agreement nodding her head with a seductive smile. He hugged her and suddenly felt her breathing was somewhat rushed. Perhaps she ran from the bedroom or somewhere to come and greet him.
"Is everything alright? You seem a little flushed." He asked her curiously. Again she nodded and tried to sit with him on the couch. He wouldn't budge and again looked her over, reaching down with a swift motion and raising the bottom of the shirt she wore; she was bare underneath. He fixed to her eyes sternly and not saying a word.
Finally, he said, "Are you sure?" She nodded, said yes and hugged him. His hand found the spot he intended to reach for and cupped her pussy. It was unusually damp; as if she had been pleased very recently. He let go of her and held her at arm's length, his stern look changing to anger. "Something you feel like telling me?" He would not loosen his grip on her arms. Something was going on here and he feared the answer but needed to know.
"I was a little excited and decided to gratify myself." She said with her head lowered.
"You knew I was coming home, you couldn't wait I take it?" His tone was becoming more sharp and fierce. She looked back up at him and she still showed that she was hiding something, it was the same small look she had the weekend previous.
"What's so wrong with that?" She replied, raising her voice as well in an attempt at defence. "You can gratify yourself when you're alone, and what, I can't?" She broke free of his grip and stepped back.
He hung his head for a moment then faced her again, teeth clenched, his mind racing as fast as his heart rate. "No, there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't believe 'You' did it." He finally said, knowing the implications of his statement. She gasped in disbelief, her hand flew to her mouth and she was silent.
She turned and began to walk away from him with a hasted pace towards the bedroom. He called out to her, "Where are you going? I'm not finished discussing this." She merely made a gesture behind her telling him to hold on a minute and she disappeared. When he saw the woman come in with his lover, arm in arm, he screamed out. "What the hell is this?"
Again she raised her finger to him in a hold on a second gesture and the two sat down. "You fucking bitch." He mumbled under his breath.
