He took my suitcase and I took
my bag of toiletries and books out to the waiting taxi. As we headed back to
his brother’s apartment, neither of us said anything. What would normally be a
25 minute drive without the traffic took just about an hour. When we got to his
brother’s building, I reached into my purse to grab my wallet so I could pay
the driver but my co worker told me to save my money and that he already paid
the driver and gave him a hefty tip. I thanked him, grabbed my bags and got
out. As I made my second trip up the elevator in less than 24 hours, I couldn’t
look at anyone in the building; I was doing my second walk of shame in the
building. I knew everyone had seen me go into my co worker’s brother’s
apartment for a quickie, do the walk of shame out and do the walk of shame back
inside. I kept my head down, my hair hiding my face. I didn’t want anyone to
see my embarrassment or see me crying. My co worker led us back to the
apartment, opened up and followed me in. He took my bags from me and placed
them in the spare room he cleaned and organized for my use.
“Do you want anything to drink?
Any tea? Vodka?” he asked awkwardly.
“No thanks. You don’t have to do
this; being nice to me. Look, I could always go back to my apartment or go to
my buddy’s apartment. All we had was a good fuck. That’s all we had. There’s
nothing between us; no chemistry, no love, no history. I wasn’t looking for
anything more than a one night stand. We’ll call the boss, said that we got
here but we won’t say anything about me going to my buddy’s apartment in the
Village. I’ll be out of your hair and we won’t see each other again….unless
work requires it” I said.
“I know that we’re awkward right
now. I should’ve told you about my wife from the beginning but I’m sorry that I
didn’t. I know that I don’t need to explain myself but I want to. I’m recently
married, my wife and I moved to Texas but I couldn’t find a job there so my
brother told me about the job I have now, so I came back, applied and now have
the job. I invited my wife back as soon as I accepted the job but she likes it
down there. I invited her again but she doesn’t want to. I filed legal
documents stating I want a legal separation from her. We do have a daughter;
she’s another man’s child but I’m her legal father.
The reason why I’m telling you
this is because I felt that we had chemistry before you came over last night. I
felt sparks fly between us. I know you weren’t looking for anything last night
and neither was I; until we met. Baby, I feel something between us. You can
deny it all you want, but sweetie, I know you. You want me as much as I want
you but you’re afraid; you’ve been hurt before. I promise you this, love, I will
never harm you or hurt you physically, emotionally or mentally; I’m incapable
of hurting the woman I love. You witnessed that yourself last night. I do have
to disagree with you on one thing about last night….It wasn’t a “good fuck” as
you described it. A “fuck” implies no passion, a faked orgasm and one of the involved
people leaves. Baby, what we had was making love….we had so much passion,
neither of us faked despite you leaving in the end.
Let’s not call the boss man
about you leaving. You’re staying with me. I called him this morning to let him
know that I used his apartment with a special woman that I knew that works with
the company but you left because you need to get stuff for your shift. He has
an idea of what happened here last night but if he has any suspicion why you’re
leaving twice in less than 24 hours, he’ll definitely know…it could be trouble
for me if you leave” he said.
“WHAT?!?!” I shriek. “The boss
is your brother? What are you? Half brothers? Step brothers? That little
fucker! Wait….how could it be trouble for you if I leave? It already is trouble
for you!” I said.
“We grew up in an orphanage
together and neither one of us had any siblings. We were tight as time went one
and once we both received our walking papers the day after out 18th
birthdays, we continued to call each other “brother” although we never changed
our last names; never felt like it was important. It’ll be trouble for me if
you leave because my brother threatened to expose the fact that I’m unhappily
married man stepping out on my wife with a woman I love. This company is family
owned and family run. I’d lose my job if I left. I made a deal with my
brother; once the divorce papers are signed by both my estranged wife and me, I
have to wait 6 months before I marry you. I can’t marry you less than 6 months
after the divorce…..it has to be 6 months to the day and/or after the fact” he
said.
“Hold the phone. Who the hell
said I wanted to marry you? Even IF I did, how would I know that you wouldn’t be
stepping out on me like you’re doing with your wife? Sorry, dude, but I don’t
trust you nor can I. At this point, I don’t want to see you or hear you. Just lock
me in the spare room until your brother allows me out of this miserable prison!”
I said, grabbing a bottle of water and some crackers and stomped off to the
spare room.
What made him think I’d marry
him? I wouldn’t nor could I! Even IF he was legally separated from his wife or
not, I wouldn’t know if he was stepping out on me. I’ve been cheated on before
and I can’t trust anyone since then. Ugh. I called my boss to see what I could
learn about my co worker and what he isn’t telling me.
All the boss told me is what his brother/my
co worker told me. I asked if I would be safe with his brother and he said I’m
safer with his brother than I would be at Fort Dix! I laughed and jokingly said
trouble would still hunt me down and easily find me whether I’m at Fort Dix or with his brother. I knew at that moment, I’d have a fight between myself and my
co worker before the end of the third day. I’m just hoping that it won’t be
World War III……I know it’s gonna be ugly but hoping not TOO ugly.
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