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“Violet, what the hell? I had a perfectly good erection.”
“Toothbrush?” I questioned, scared to say more.
“I think there’s an extra one in my medicine cabinet.”
He shook his head and smiled, falling into bed, his black hair a total disheveled mess and his morning stubble sexy as hell. I knew what I looked like and was terrified. I scurried into the bathroom and checked my appearance. Past the age of thirty, I had never looked well in the morning. I always had pillow face and Tina Turner hair. Today was so...different. My hair, by the grace of God, while a little tousled, still looked good. My skin was glowing, face slightly puffy, but not too shabby. I grabbed the spare toothbrush and went to work, remedying my morning breath. After using the restroom, I opened the door in a “ta-da” fashion, naked as a jaybird.
He chuckled and patted the bed next to him. I looked at the clock.
“It’s eight a.m. on Monday morning, don’t you have a job to go to?” I asked.
“Get over here,” he growled. I walked excruciatingly slow and giggled when he snatched me by the waist, throwing me onto the bed.
“Woman, service me!” He kneeled in front of me, turned his head to the side as he placed his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his glorious morning wood.
“Okay, I’ll earn my keep, but you better be thinking about this at work today.” I swallowed him whole and minutes later he pounded me into thinking of him for the rest of my life.
Pulling into my drive, I noticed Alex’s car there. I walked in, expecting him to be dressing for work, but he was in our bed and sick as hell. I rolled my eyes at his pleas to talk to me. Showering and dressing quickly to prepare myself for a few listings to show, I granted him a small amount of mercy by leaving some cough tablets and hot soup by the bed. The only thing worse than being sick was being treated like shit when you were sick. Besides, I was feeling generous today. I’d just started something amazing with a man who treated me well and worshipped my body.
Deciding today probably wasn’t the best day to ask Alex for a divorce, I set out to sell houses. I was on top of the world and had nothing but huge smiles for complete strangers. I looked like a lunatic, but a happy one. When I got home later that night, I found Alex face down on the floor, burning with fever. I rushed him to the ER and stayed with him as they got his fever under control. I looked at my phone hours later and saw I had two missed texts from Rhys.
RHYS: It’s 5 o’clock and all I can think about is your Jedi jaw movements this morning. Please come now for a repeat performance. My cock will thank you.
RHYS: Maybe it wasn’t as good for you as it was for me?
I looked at the clock. It was one a.m. Shit. Somehow Alex had found a way to taint the only good thing that had happened to me. I texted him back.
VIOLET: So sorry. Crazy shit. I’ll explain later. And yes, it was incredible. I will take your cock up on that offer.
I got no response and tucked my phone back into my purse.
“I love you, Violet.” I looked to see Alex studying me from the hospital bed. He looked pitiful and I almost felt sorry for him.
“Yeah, love you, too, honey.” I rolled my eyes away from him and sat up in my chair.
“Where is your wedding ring?” he asked, studying my empty finger.
“Wow, a sick and desperate man,” I said, shaking my head.
The doctor came in and discharged Alex with a long list of prescriptions. Alex had the plague, as far as he was concerned, and begged me to stay with him. I spent the next day at home nursing his health. The sooner he got better, the sooner I could ask for a divorce.
Rhys had extended his invitation again and I had turned him down again. I hated when I had to text my reply. On day three, his text came and my heart sank.
RHYS: You aren’t running away, are you? You can talk to me.
VIOLET: No, God, please don’t think that, Rhys. I promise I will explain. I wish I were with you.
I got no response. It took Alex five days to get up and moving, and I could feel Rhys slipping away. I shouldn’t have lied to him. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be ruining my fucking chances with him to nurse Alex back to health. I went to check on Alex after waking on the couch and found him missing. I looked at the bedside clock, 10:59 p.m.
I stood against the side of his office door, the way I always did when I eavesdropped. Listening to his conversation, I assumed it was Sandra he was speaking to. I had met her twice at office parties and other occasions for the firm. Alex was the head of commercial accounts at his advertising firm and had recently received an award for his work on a shoe campaign. He hadn’t bothered inviting me, stating it was an afternoon ceremony and he didn’t want me to have to miss work. I found out later through our credit card statement the fucking bastard had booked a suite that day. I listened to him speak to her the way he used to talk to me.
“You are so fucking perfect. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I love you, Kris.”
I choked on a sob. I didn’t care how much I hated him, how much I was ready for my marriage to be over. It fucking hurt to hear him profess his love to another woman. Especially when I had been the woman who had been nursing him back to health. Clutching my chest, I turned my body, my forehead to the wall as my tears of rage fell silently. I wouldn’t wait for Christmas. I wouldn’t wait for tomorrow. As soon as he finished his conversation, we would have ours.
“I want to fuck you so bad. I need you right now.” Alex’s voice sounded desperate, needy.
I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and started to scream out when I heard his voice.
