It had been a long hot day and I had just gotten home from a hard workout. The day seemed as if it were never going to end. I was hot and sweaty and exhausted. The only thing I truly wished for was a long relaxing shower. I began stripping the moment the kitchen door was closed. I left clothes trailing from the kitchen table to the bathroom that was through the living room and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I ducked into the bedroom for a change of clothing then toward the bathroom for my much needed shower. I turned the water on the perfect temperature and started to step in when I remembered there was no shampoo in the bathroom. I had taken it to the kitchen to wash my hair in the sink when I realized I was going to be late for work yesterday morning. I hurried toward the kitchen and stopped in the hallway as I suddenly realized I wasn't alone. I choked back a scream as I recognized the man sitting on my couch as Jimmy, my ex-husband. Anger flowed through me at the sight of him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded hatefully.
Jimmy smirked a lazy shit-eating grin which made me suddenly realized I was standing in the hallway completely naked. I refused to be self-conscience in front of a man that has seen me naked for over 8 years.
"What? Can't I come see my wife?" He asked knowingly. That smirk never leaving his lips.
"Ex-wife." I corrected him. I divorced Jimmy almost a year ago. He had a major gambling problem and I came home one day to an empty house. Everything was gone! Even my clothes! Only a note remained, explaining that a debt HAD to be paid. I filed for a divorce that day. Jimmy didn't even contest it.
Jimmy stood up and ran his hands down his tight fitting shirt. I felt something deep inside me tighten at the sight of his wonderful figure.
"Are you expecting company?" He asked, his eyes traveling up and down my nakedness.
I shivered, "That is none of your business." I scowled.
He took three steps toward me. The look in his eyes, it was pure lust. "Oh but it is my business when it concerns my wife." He said in a stern voice.
His tone startled me, I have never heard his voice so stern before. "Ex-wife." I corrected again but this time my breath was caught in my throat so the words came out strange even to my ears. Jimmy smiled as he stood within arms length of me. I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath to regain my composure.
"Ex-wife." He repeated with a nod as if he knew after all this time that it was finally true. "So are you seeing anyone?" He asked. I shook my head as I could feel my body tighten with his closeness. "Do you miss me?" He asked and I started to nod but stopped myself.
"It's actually nice to know I'm coming home to a still furnished home." I shot regaining my hate for him. He chuckled and it caressed my skin so softly I got goose bumps and my hate suddenly went to pause.
"You look wonderful." He said softly as he leaned in for a kiss. I turned my head to avoid the kiss even though my body and mind were screaming with want.
"Don't." I said softly not really meaning it.
He arched his eyebrow and scowled. "I know you want me. I can smell it." He said with a smile. I looked up into his harsh blue eyes; my mouth-gapped open then closed then open again.
"Don't flatter yourself. There are many that I want." I snapped hurtful words. The look on his face was more shocked then anger as if I had just slapped him. Maybe I did in a way. Suddenly, his eyes turned hard and cold. So cold, I stepped back in fear. I watched something cross his face, anger, and then it was gone.
"I guess I deserved that one." He said. I nodded my agreement.
"You deserve a lot more." I snapped. He nodded his agreement back.
"Ah yes I'm sure I do, but what is it you deserve my dear?" He asked.
Suddenly he changed right before my eyes. I was no longer looking at my ex-husband. I was now looking at a stranger. Someone with a very familiar face and body but he was no longer the Jimmy I knew and at one time loved. "Me? I deserve someone that loves me and will NOT sell our stuff for cards! I deserve someone that is going to be with me and give me all that I deserve!" I snapped at him then turned toward my bedroom. Figuring I should at least dress if I'm going to be fighting with the ex. I felt it before I saw it Jimmy charged at me. I tensed waiting for the smack I was sure he was going to send. Instead he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. Before I could jerk out of his iron grip he grabbed my arms pinning them to my sides. Suddenly his lips were pressed roughly to my own. He pulled my body tightly to his own and the kiss melted the hate inside me. His tongue forced itself inside my mouth and began teasing my tongue. I think I moaned I know I pressed tighter to him as my hands tried to circle his waist, but he wouldn't let me. He held me tightly in place. The kiss broke and I stood there dumbfounded and missing his lips. It had been so long since I had been touched and in truth I missed my Jimmy. From day one I knew he was the best lover in the world and even during the divorce I knew I would miss the cock more than the man.
"I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, you little whore." He snapped.
I was shocked at his words and the tone to his voice. I tried to pull free of him but his grip didn't loosen, in fact it tightened, painfully so. "Oh, let go of me ass hole. You're hurting me Jimmy." I whimpered but he only laughed.
"That's nothing compared to what is going to happen." He warned me, and my heart raced with fear. He laughed again and I knew it was because my fear showed clearly on my face. Jimmy shoved me roughly the rest of the way into my bedroom. I stumbled but caught myself before I fell. I turned quickly to face him.
"What the hell is your problem Jim?" I demanded.
He laughed but the laughter never reached his eyes, sarcasm. "I have only one problem, a little tramp like you walking around the house naked with the shades open so the world can see. You need a man to give you what you deserve and that is exactly what I plan to do."
I gasped with shock and anger at his demeaning words to me. "Who the fuck do you think you..." I started but stopped as a slap stung my cheek. Tears instantly filled my eyes as my hand timidly touch the stinging red cheek.
"Shut up WHORE!" He yelled, As he stepped forward, I stepped back, Jimmy had never hit me before except for playful slaps to my behind. "I've been thinking a lot about you lately and missing you so much it hurts then I come to see you and what do I find. A WHORE! Well you want to be a whore then I'll treat you like a whore." He yelled in my face. I covered my eyes as tears streamed down my face. I hated him, I hated his words and I hated my body for wanting him as much as I did at that moment.
