I Promise You (6 page)

I changed my
clothes into something more comfortable for the long flight home; just some
jeans a top and some open toed sandals.

We met back in
the reception and called a cab.

Check in was
quick and efficient so we just spent some time looking around duty free,
we
all know you can never have enough perfume and booze.

I bought some
sprits and my all time favourite perfume, Chanel Number five. I then headed
towards the checkout.

On the plane,
Frank sat beside me.

I did not mind
as we had sorted things out and I felt more comfortable around him again.

In a way it
was just like old times. We chatted about future projects and that he was
thinking of taking some time out when we got back, to go to his lodge in
Lincolnshire, right on the golf course.

He would get
his PA to re-arrange things whilst he was out.

It was nice
listening to Frank, but I could honestly say he needed the break. He was
looking tired
and who caused that?

And a break
from seeing me might do him the world of good,
but would it do me?

He asked if I had
plans when I got back home, but I just said it would be nice to spend some
quality time with Jack before work on Monday.

Frank smiled
and replied, “You deserve the quality time and thanks again for all your help”

“It’s my job
and thanks again for this opportunity”

I settled in
for the movie but as I did not sleep very well the night before I just wanted
to rest.
Too busy getting wet for your boss that’s why!

I shook that
idea from my head and quickly nodded off into a deep sleep.

Frank woke me
when the food trolley was coming and I ordered myself a bottle of white wine to
go with dinner.

Rebecca and
Julian were happily laughing and joking in front of us and turned around on
occasions for the odd chat.

It was weird
in a way as back in the office we all got on but this trip with us all had just
bought us that bit closer.

I knew that if
I had to work alongside these guys again I would do it in a heartbeat.  I
looked at my watch and knew that we had around two hours left before we landed.

My heart
fluttered as I thought about it, as if nervous.

I was happy to
be going home but anxious in a way, I just couldn’t fathom out why.

The rest of
the flight went by quick and soon we were being told to fasten our seatbelts
for landing.

On the journey
back home we all jumped into the same cab as Frank insisted on paying for us
all,
which means he will of course claim it back.

Rebecca was
the first drop off; she lived in a newly built apartment block around ten
minutes from work and from my block.

We said our
goodbyes and see you on Monday speeches.

Julian was
next. I did not realise he lived so close to both myself and Rebecca’s
apartment around another five minute drive.

Then it was my
turn, a few minutes later and I was home.

I thanked
Frank again for the lift and wished him a nice break, got my luggage, waved him
goodbye and headed for my apartment
, home sweet home.

It was eleven at
night by the time I headed into the block, excited but tired. I knew that even
though I wanted to see Jack, I hoped he wasn’t there as I needed a good night’s
sleep.

As I
approached my door I was conscious of how late it was and quietly slipped my
keys in before entering.

I dropped my
luggage by the front entrance and realised that Jack had left the telly on. He
was here and deep down that made me happy.

It was quite
loud and sounded as if it was coming from my bedroom which meant he had been
staying here, but as I got closer I knew that something was wrong with this
scenario. Yes I heard noises and yes it was coming from my bedroom but I also
knew that I didn’t have a telly in my room.

The bedroom
door was slightly ajar so I could look through with ease.

I saw Jack
naked and for a split second I nearly burst into the room ready to join him,
jet lag forgotten.

His back was
towards me and that was when I noticed that someone else’s legs were wrapped
over his shoulders.

I could hear
Jack panting, moaning and sweating but my brain just couldn’t process what was
happening.

Jack was on
top of some woman, in my apartment and in my bed.

He was god damn
fucking some bitch in my bed
while I have been fucking slogging my god damn
ass off with work.

How could he
bring some whore into my house?

I always
thought that Jack and I could fuck, but he was fucking her like crazy, even the
speed at which they were going was off the hook.

This bitch
started to tell Jack to talk dirty to her and he did this with ease
as if he
knew what she liked?

“I’m going to
fuck you so hard bitch, you won’t close your legs for a week”

“More Jack,”
she said. “I’m going to pump so much shit in you, you’re gonna leak for a
month, then when I’m done with your pussy you’re gonna suck my cock so hard in
that big mouth of yours, you’ll have your own meaning on how to suck a cuban
cigar”

He then
grabbed her around her hips and started to fuck her even harder causing
my
bed to squeak. I could hear the headboard bang, bang, banging with every thrust
that he made.

“Yes” she
cried. “That’s it Jack, I’m coming. Don’t stop” she said between panting
breaths.

“Your pussy’s
so wet for me baby” he said.

“And your dick
feels so sweet inside me” she replied. “I’m coming Jack, don’t stop.” Jack was
panting like mad; sweat dripping off his back, his breathing out of control.

“Harder, yes
like that, oh yes, yes” she cried as her head dropped back and she screamed out
for dear life.

Now I know
what you’re thinking. I should have dragged that bitch out of my bed naked by
her hair kicking and screaming, then thrown the bitch out of my apartment like
the gutter rat she is, and yes that would have been good.  No, it would have
been great.

And as for
that two timing wanker, well hoping that she gives him some disease that rots
his dick off would also appease me, but at that moment in time I couldn’t
breathe properly, my vision was going blurred and I felt like I was going to be
sick.

Just when I
thought it couldn’t get any worse, he says “that’s it Isabelle, give it all to
daddy” before exploding inside her and then collapsing on my bed.

Isabelle,
no way, not my best friend from work? It has to be a mistake maybe he said Ella,
but I knew what I heard.

He was
fucking my best friend in my bed and she was fucking my fiancé? How could they
both do this to me?

Oh god, is
that why I didn’t hear from him over the past two days?

How long
have they been at it?

Shock had now
truly set into my bones and I needed some air to breathe.

My hallway was
spinning, my legs started to shake and I was hyperventilating and all I could
do was head back the way I came in, through my own fucking front door.

Once I got
outside the building I was sick.

Everything
from the plane food and drink was flowing freely from my stomach and I could
not stop myself.

Why?

I started to
run and then walk with no direction in mind; it was late and getting cold.

I was not
wearing much from my return journey but the chill was the furthest thing from
my mind; I just had to keep moving. Tears were flowing from my eyes and every
step I took blurred my vision, whilst my breathing was still erratic.

I took out my
phone and called Rebecca, why I don’t know but she was the only person at this
time I could think of.

After a few
mumbled attempts at crying, shouting and pleading with her to come and get me,
I then had to figure out my location.

She came
within minutes in her PJ’s and slippers, and I just hugged her and cried
hysterically.

“Jesus Autum
what’s wrong? Has your house been broken into? You look like you’ve seen a
ghost, are you alright?

She could have
said a lot worse or even thought it, as I know I must have smelt of sick and
looked like shit. I could only hear the words that Rebecca was saying because
it was going in then coming straight back out again. I could not talk and just
sobbed quietly to my inner self. I tried many times on the short journey to her
house to speak but the words kept getting blocked in my throat.

When we got
inside, she sat me down on her sofa got a blanket and let me curl around her
like a mother protecting an ill child.

Stroking my
hair she told me that it would be alright. I needed to be sick again and as I
shot up Rebecca directed me to the toilet.

“Are you
pregnant?”

I washed my
mouth out and started a hysterical laugh.

“Pregnant!” I
laughed again but this time it was short lived and turned into more of a sob.

I went back
into the living room and sat on the sofa when Rebecca bought me in a hot drink.

“It’s Jack. He
was at my apartment, he was with, with,” I started to cry again. I could not do
this now. The image of them both in my bedroom fucking, it just wouldn’t go
away, still too fresh in my mind.

“Don’t talk
until you’re ready. I’m here whenever you want to talk, no matter the time,
stay here while I make up the spare bed for you, and drink your coffee, sorry
if it’s too strong.”

I told her
thanks, as I wrapped my hand around the cup for warmth and comfort as if that
could take away the pain.

I went to bed
around one, thirty in the morning, and just lay there, staring at the ceiling,
my mind blank.

Rebecca had
given me a few pillows so I curled around one and hugged it for dear life, as
the tears ran down my cheeks and dried on my face.

I could taste
the saltiness when it hit my lip, my breathing was steady but my eyes were
burning, a combination of the jetlag possibly setting in and the night I had
just had.

After blinking
a few times my eyelids were getting heavy and before I knew it I was in
darkness, sleep had set in.

Jack was
celebrating his birthday with his family and friends at a small hotel reception
I had hired for his birthday.

We had just
all eaten and the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a great time.
There were around sixty guests in total.

The DJ had
just started to get the guest to make their way to the dance floor and “oops
upside your head” was playing.

Me and Jack
of course got down on the floor with the crowd and started rocking forward and
backwards and from left to right as if we were all in the boat, laughter could
be heard all around.

The DJ
continued with the classic songs, and then Jack and I slipped away and went
outside to get some air.

It was
nearly midnight and the venue was hired until one a.m.

We walked
through the grounds and breathed in the fresh air.

“Thanks” he
said, “I’ve had a great time and so as everyone else by the looks of things.”

He pointed
towards the exit that we had just come from and you could still see hands
waving in the air.

“This was
the best birthday present ever.”

“Are you
sure about that as I have not even given you your present yet?”

I bent over
to kiss him as he pulled me into him.

We backed
into an old tree where he continued kissing me; slowly he pulled my dress just
up above my waist and started to pull down my panties. “Not out here” I said,
“what if someone comes looking?”

“Well they
will have a good show won’t they” he said as he started to laugh.

I stepped
out of my panties as he tried to unzip my dress.

“Turn
around.”

 I braced
myself on the tree as he unzipped me,

My hands
slipping out of my dress with ease my dress heading to the floor.

The sharp
air made my nipples hard and I let out a sigh.

His hands
were now around my bottom, stroking it tenderly, then slapping it and I let out
a yelp. Again he laughed, and then I heard him undoing his zip.

He started
to kiss my back placing kisses randomly all over, then using his tongue to
slowly travel down to the base of my spine.

“God this
feels good” I said as my breathing became heavy.

He grabbed
my left breast and told me to open my legs.

I did so
without hesitation.

Before long
I released my right hand from the tree and grabbed hold of his now semi hard erection.

Up and down
I stroked from the tip to the base as he moaned about how it “felt good.” He
released my hand and I could feel his cock pressing hard against by bottom.

“Open for
me” he said as I parted my legs even more. I felt the tip of his erection
pressing slowly into me, that sudden burst of sensation, as I got ready to
receive him.

He entered
hard, and I screamed.

The pain
and the pleasure both hit me at once making me wet almost instantly.

My hand
gripped the tree harder as the force of him behind me was taking me over the
edge. “Don’t stop.”

In and out
he went, touching my clit with his fingers. I squeezed down on him making the
impact tighter and he moaned. He was still working me with those fingers,
tipping me over the edge.

I was so
wet and he was so deep, but still I wanted more.