It was over. Our torrid love affair had abruptly come to an end. We had been sleeping together for several months when I learned that Caiden was married. It devastated me to find out that the promises made were nothing but a lie. In our time together he had shown me friendship, love, and passion.
A few weeks had already passed. I missed him and wanted to see him, so when I woke up I devised a plan to get him over here.
When I called him he answered on the first ring.
"I want my things back." I said immediately without identifying myself. "Your things will be in a box by the back door. Just leave my things on the porch." I hoped he recognized the callousness in my voice and not the longing.
"Hello, to you too." He said with a hint of humor.
"Yeah. Hello." I tried not to smile.
"You want me to come by now, before work?"
"Yes, and drop my things off." I already regretted calling him.
I heard a car door slam and an engine come to life. "On my way." Caiden hung up before I could respond.
What was I thinking; calling him? I had known that he would have jumped at the chance to see me. He had been calling for days, leaving messages insisting that he needed to see me so he could explain himself. Caiden generally used his charm and power of persuasion, attempting to sway me into seeing him, but it didn't work. In his last message he became more demanding and that is when I found myself tempted to answer him. It wasn't long before I heard his car pull up and the front door open as he entered.
I smiled to myself. I had known all to well he wouldn't listen and he'd let himself in without the invitation.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I watched him greet my dogs. I felt no need to tell him how pleased I was that he didn't do as he was told. "I said to drop my things off outside." I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him.
Caiden smiled easily and his eyes scanned my body slowly, deliberately. "You look nice." He said ignoring me.
I knew I looked nice, that was all part of the master plan. I wanted him to suffer and feel the loss as he realized he would never have me again.
I chose to wear my tight black pencil skirt and heels, remembering how he had mentioned several times his desire for me to wear a skirt so he could lift it and fuck me anytime, anywhere. Accompanied with the skirt I wore a white button down blouse, unbuttoned slightly around my bust. I didn't wear nylons as my legs were sleek and tanned. My long blonde hair was loosely curled at the ends. Caiden liked my hair down.
I noticed his hands were empty. "Where are my things?" I followed his gaze over to the couch where a small EXPRESS FOR MEN shopping bag sat. "Oh. Thanks."
My dogs sat at his feet, panting and smiling up at him. "Your dogs are happy to see me."
"Wish I could say the same." He didn't take his eyes off me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to look at him. It hurt too much.
However, I couldn't help but notice he was impeccably dressed for his day at the office. Caiden had on dark navy blue dress pants, a bright blue button-down shirt and a thickly striped tie. His thick dark curly hair was neatly gelled. He was freshly shaven, and looked absolutely dashing.
"Jess." He said it softly. The dogs, apparently sensing trouble, scattered off toward the guest room. Caiden took a step toward me.
I backed up. "Don't." Now I looked at him. "I want you to go."
"Let me at least explain." He took another step toward me.
Now I really did want him to go. I didn't want to be reminded of the truth, but it was too late for that. I looked to his ring finger and saw it was bare as it always was when I was with him. Suddenly bitter and hurt I realized I'd made a huge mistake by calling him. "Go. Please. I don't want to hear it."
Ignoring me as he usually did he came to me and touched my face gently. I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes.
My plan was backfiring. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
That's when the anger came. Swift and sudden. "Don't touch me! Get out!" I struck out blindly, hitting him across the face and retreated toward my bedroom.
He followed me, calmly.
"Things aren't good at home. I'm not happy with her." He began to explain things I didn't want to understand. I stood with my back to him and listened. "We were separated when I met you and only recently began speaking again. I don't know what's going to happen with my marriage. But you have to know that I never meant for this to happen. It was stupid, my fault and you don't deserve this." I felt him touch my shoulder gently. "I didn't expect to have these feelings for you. I didn't expect to fall in love with you."
I whirled around. His eyes swam with a torrent of emotions I couldn't read. "Just don't. Don't say that to me. Don't you dare!" I looked away from him then, because I felt myself start to soften. I couldn't give into him, or this need to feel him hold me, and kiss me.
"I'm sorry Jess. I'm so sorry."
"Go. You need to go now."
"Jess." He said it with a need that was all too familiar.
I turned my back on him again and began to purposely busy myself by hanging clothes. It had taken me almost an hour to find the right outfit before he'd come over and the evidence of that was obvious as there were clothes strewn all over my bed.
I felt my heart nearly break all over again as I heard the back door slam after Caiden. It took every ounce of strength and determinedness that I had within to disregard the harrowing sting I felt.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, shook my head and continued hanging my clothes.
I was still hanging some of my clothes back up in the closet when he cornered me in the small space.
"Caiden." I hadn't heard him come in.
He didn't speak, just pushed my body roughly against the shelves in my closet and kissed me, then hastily hiked my skirt up finding me wet. He thrust two fingers into me and I held onto his shoulders as I cried out.
A hundred other memories of us flashed before me; us kissing passionately, my lips finding his in the dark, taking his hard cock in my mouth, listening to him moan, watching his eyes roll back, and our bodies slapping together. I thought of him taking me on the floor, against the wall, on the couch, on the bed, the roof of his car. The memories of each time he entered me, swiftly, solidly, rushed into mind.
I couldn't do this. Just couldn't. I pushed his hands away, begging him to stop, carelessly wishing he wouldn't.
Then I saw it, his eyes changed, he was no longer the kind, handsome lover, but a fearful, demanding man. He slapped me. Hard enough to jerk my head to the side. I cried out in surprise. Then slapped him back.
True, it wasn't the first time he'd slapped me during a passionate outburst, but it was completely unexpected. I felt no pain, only a frantic craze to have him. Our eyes met as he touched my body and I moaned then pushed by him and sat at my computer desk, breathless and confused. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let this happen. He's married! I starred at the dark computer screen and all but felt his eyes burning into my back as he sat on the bed behind me, still not so much as breathing a word to me.
"I'm going to be late for work." I said at length.
In a snap he had spun me around in my chair, my heels digging into the hardwood floor perilously, trying to find purchase. As he turned me to face him, my bare knees brushed his legs, then the pronounced bulge in the center of his slacks. I pretended not to notice.
With a hand on either side of my chair he dared me to look into his eyes. I averted his eyes and smiled shyly, knowing he was watching me closely, reading not only my anticipation, but my nervousness as well.
