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She searched her mind for lapses in memory coming up blank, which was a dangerous situation to be in with Reggie Harold.
“A month ago, the painter, Kyle Stewart.”
“How…” she stopped. “How would you know?”
“He did work for me a week later. Very talkative fellow.”
“That was just after…” She was thinking back to the wild fight she’d had with Will that day. Once her raging husband had stormed the house and walked out leaving waves of ice in his wake, she’d been peeled off the walls by a young man who couldn’t have been much older than eighteen. He’d been painting the back bedroom and she’d almost forgotten he was there. He approached her as gingerly as a shy cat, asking her if she wanted all the walls changed to peach or just one.
He’d heard the entire brawl, every desperate thing she’d spit in Will’s face, and every pointed accusation he’d made in return. She didn’t remember what the fight was about three days later when Will returned, let alone now; but she did recall what happened with the painter.
“Just the one,” she’d said, replying to the young man’s question.
He should have returned to his work at that point, but he walked closer still, seeing tears forming in her eyes while she tried holding them back.
“You want to have sex?” he’d asked with such unabashed sincerity that the idea didn’t even startle her.
She remembered staring at him for the longest time. Kyle was willing to wait forever for an answer, so it seemed, considering how long they stood in the middle of her living room staring into each other’s eyes.
“Yes,” she’d whispered, her fingers flying to the buttons on her shirt, his hand pushing down his painting trousers to show his dark hairy legs and a penis bouncing half mast. She dropped to her knees knowing how much she wanted her mouth around the swelling organ. Fucking it hard with lips and hand, his groans of response warmed what had gone cold inside her. The two dropped to the couch once the erection was stiff and he rendered her helpless with his prick inside her cunt. The unseasoned, fresh pup of a man pounded her with vigor if not finesse. He had muscles to run her hands along, shoulders with sinews of a dimestore novel variety and a mouth that drove against hers, his tongue trying to go as deep as his cock. Her lips would be as sore as her cunt afterwards. When he raised her legs up over her head, the force of his erection made her gasp with pain. She liked that pain since it made her forget she was using this man to dispel the nasty attack of bitch that had come over her in the fight with Will. The fuck seemed so pure, a baptism by wildfire lust. So pure, Alex forgot about that spontaneous combustion after it was over, having been washed clean of woe. Every trace of anger had been cleansed from her soul.
“Kyle told you he fucked me?” Alex asked Reggie, in shock, wondering how something so virtuous could return to haunt her.
“He did,” Reggie replied.
Yes, it made sense. He was a dumb, innocent boy who liked to share his sexual conquests with other men. He worked for Will, of course he’d hire on with his best friend. How stupid! How utterly stupid to have such a lapse in judgment!
“You’re going to tell Will?” she asked.
“No, that won’t be necessary. You will,” Reggie replied.
“Yes, of course I will, I always do,” she murmured to herself more than to the man that faced her. “So why bring it up now?”
“Honesty precludes disaster and damages too great to overcome.”
“You’re sounding like a textbook.”
“I’m only warning you,” he said.
“Are you suggesting that my relationship with Will is in trouble?”
“I think when you screw another man in a pointless lark, it hints at something more going on in you. You’d be wise to take care of it.”
The door leading to the hall was not closed all the way. Hearing it squeaking on its hinges, the two turned to see Will standing just outside in the corridor.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Alex shou
ld be upstairs.”
“I needed breather,” she said. “Certainly, the showing’s over by now.”
Will noted the serious tone between the two, not something he hadn’t seen before. “I don’t like what I’m seeing here. You want to tell me what gives?” He looked directly at Alex.
“We can wait till tomorrow,” Alex suggested. It was late, she was tired, so was Will. She started to exit the room.
“And let this wrack my brain all night?” he returned stepping forward to stop her.
“It’s not the time,” she tried insisting. All the while, a sinking, fateful feeling gnawed at her belly.
