Miss-Fortunate Reality (3 page)

CHAPTER
FOUR

Sunday, I decided to sleep in.
It had been forever since I’ve been able to do that. No alarm, no rigorous
workout, just sleep.
When I finally rolled out of bed it was close to noon, I put on a bath robe and
I went downstairs to grab myself a coffee before I jumped in the shower, turned
on the TV for some background noise, I glanced at my phone still sitting on the
kitchen counter, the notification light was furiously flashing. I closed my
eyes in frustration, thinking it was either my assistant or some invite to yet
another event I had no desire to attend. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and
checked my messages.
Marc: “I’m in the neighborhood, can I come by for a bit?”
Marc: “Are you home?’
Marc: “Your car is in the driveway, please answer”
I went to look out the front window and there was Marc waiting outside his car.
I sighed and opened the front door.
“Hey” he said walking up the driveway.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was running some errands and decided to stop by, can I come in?”
“Marc I just woke up, this is not a good time” but he barged in anyway.
“What the fuck Marc” I said closing the door.
“Sorry Alex, I’m all wound up and I’m not sure why”
For Pete’s sake, what is it with this guy.
 
“How was your night last night?” I asked.
“It was fine, but I don’t want to talk about that”
“Oh?” “Do you want some coffee? I just put on a pot” I offered
.
“Yeah that sounds good, what
are you
up to today?” he
asked, he seemed almost out of breath.
“Well I was just about to jump in the shower when I saw your text messages” I
retorted reaching for the coffee machine, when he grabbed me from behind
putting his hands on my hips and breathing heavily on my neck. Not sure if it
was the way he smelled or the force of his hands but I didn’t do anything to
stop him. He began kissing my neck and running his hand down my hip and down my
ass and the other inside my robe reaching for my breast, he reached under my
robe and ran his hand between my thighs, making me instantly wet.  Part of
me wanted him stop but I desperately wanted him to continue. As his hand slid
higher he opened my legs wider, worked his way up and slowly began rubbing my
clit, rotating his fingers feeling my moisture while he rubbed my nipple,
squeezing it every now and then. He kept breathing in my ear and kissing the
side of my neck and my jaw but was making no attempt to kiss me on the lips. He
continued to feverishly rub my clit and carefully slid a finger inside me,
making me moan with his action. He continued the in and out motion while
rubbing my clit at the same time, making me impossibly wet, he slid a second
finger which instantly made me lean over the counter, yearning for more, my
legs were wide open welcoming the intrusion, his groin resting on my side, I
could feel his hardness. His fingers were working hard inside me making me moan
in pleasure and all of a sudden I came apart at the seams, I came so hard I
nearly lost my grip on the granite counter. He slowed down the motion as I
slowed down, still rubbing my clit, I could feel my wetness on his hand, it was
all over him, running down my legs, and he was panting behind me, thrusting his
groin slightly against me. He took his hand away caressing my inner thigh and
helped me stand. I couldn’t look at him and the guilt was consuming me to the
point that I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. “I’m sorry” he whispered in my ear
“You’re all I can think about since I saw you on Friday, something came over
me, all I could think about was making you come,
I
wanted to watch you come”.
“Please leave Marc” I said still facing the damn coffee pot.
“Please look at me”
“No, please leave” I said closing my eyes, hoping I was just dreaming what I
just let happen.
He left my side and washed his hands on the sink, and used a paper towel to dry
them.
Next thing I know, my front door closed behind him. I waited till he started
his car and drove away before I was able to move.
I just let my best friend’s husband, the love of her life finger me until I
came, in my house, in my kitchen, which my husband and I worked so hard for.
Robert. How could I have done this to him? He could never know about this, it
would devastate him and who knows what he’d do to Marc. He had a hard time when
I hired a male assistant until he came to my office one day and realized he was
gay. Rob often did that, came to my office to check on me, I know he trusted me
but he didn’t trust anyone else, I was his and his alone, he often tells me
that.  So what the fuck are my doing? Why did I let this happen? Sure Marc
is a gorgeous man, especially now. But Robert is beautiful, he works out and
takes care of himself, he’s successful, he treats me like a princess, and he loves
me unconditionally, regardless the lack of children. But it’s our success that
makes us hot for each other, he loved it when I made a new deal, or after a
successful fashion week. After I got the Neiman Marcus deal he fucked me for
two days straight, until I was raw. It was weird when I thought about it, but
this somehow worked for us and we are happy.
I closed my eyes while the water run over my back and I thought about earlier
this morning and what Marc did to me, the way he smelled, his gentle kisses and
how hot he got me and I felt the yearning between my legs again, my nipples got
hard just thinking about it, about him.
Christ what is wrong me?
I quickly turned off the shower and ran to my closet to get dressed, I was
meeting my longtime friend Victor for a late lunch today. Victor had just met
someone and he wanted to tell me all about him.
Aside from Pam, Victor was my other bestie, and he worked very close to my
office so I’d see him often. We met in college, classmates from day one. We
were both very talented and didn’t take shit from anyone. We pretty much
alienated ourselves from everyone by the time graduation year came around, the
competition among the grad students was fierce and this was a way of protecting
each other. Since then, we stayed good friends, and I loved Victor like my own
brother, he understood me in a way Pam no longer could. He got my passion for
the industry, my passion to work long hours, the travelling, and all the things
that come with it. Victor was a head designer now for a trendy young adult
fashion house, mostly ladies clothing, but now they were toying with the idea
of having a menswear collection and Victor was first in line for the job.
It was hot today, so I grabbed a cute little royal blue sun dress I had never
worn yet. It was a halter design, fitted at the waist with a full skirt, and
the hem ended just above the knees, it was very Marilyn. I tied my hair in a
messy bun, wore my big black sunglasses, a pair of Manolo strappy sandals and
my black Chanel clutch.
I went downstairs to grab my keys and my phone when the house phone rang.
“Hello”
“Hello sweetheart, how’s my princess doing?” asked Robert
“Hey baby, I’m good, just on my way out to meet Victor for a late lunch”
“I’ve missed you, I’ve been dreaming about you” he said. I swallowed and wanted
to cry.
“I miss you too…terribly” and I did
“Are you ok, how
did it go
with Pam yesterday?”
“Fine, we’re fine, so are you still coming home on Tuesday?”
“No, one of the meetings was postponed, so I will be coming home Thursday, I’m
so sorry” he said and I was fighting the tears.
“Ok, do what you need to do, I love you so much Robert”
“I love you Alexandra”
“Say hello to Victor for me”
“Will do, talk to you soon”
We hung up and my phone buzzed again. I looked at it to find two messages, one
from Victor and the other from Marc.
Victor: “Get your fine ass over here girl, I’m waiting!”
Me: “LOL, I’ll be there in 10, sorry Rob called”
Then I reluctantly opened the other message:
Marc: “I can still smell you, I need to see you again.”
Me: “Leave me alone!”
Marc: “I know you liked it and I know you’re still thinking about me”
Me: “Go fuck yourself!”
I erased the messages and left the house to meet Victor.
On the way there, my anger get the better of me and I dialed Pam’s number. But
I quickly hung up, if he was home, he’d for sure pick up the phone so I dialed
her cell instead. Time to set the rules.
After a few rings, she picked up.
“Hey Alex” she replied chirpy and happy.
“Hey baby girl, how are you?”
“I’m great, we’re on our way to the park right now with the kids, where are you
off too?”
One of her kids started crying so she put me on speaker phone.
“Sorry
hun
, I put you on speaker but I can still hear
you, where did you say you were going?” she said
.
“Oh, I’m meeting Victor in a few minutes, late lunch, I was supposed to meet
him about an hour ago but I had an unexpected…visitor” I said.
“Oh, who?” she asked.
“Oh you know one of those religion sales men, he wouldn’t leave, so told
I
him to
f’off
at the end” I said
smiling to myself.
She laughed “Oh I hate that, we get that all the time, don’t we honey?” she
said asking Marc.
“Marc is nodding” she added
“Indeed, well I was just calling to check up on you and I will see you
tomorrow, I’ll be there around 10 am, Starbucks?” I asked
“Yeah that sounds great, have fun with Victor, I’m jealous you have a life!”
she said
“Only for a week, eventually your kids will grow, and you’ll have freedom
again, remember that”
“Love you Alex”
“Love you Pam”
I was satisfied when I hung up. I’m sure that phone call scared the living shit
out of him. He had much to lose if Pam ever found out was he was up to. Pam
although she was poor, her father’s parents would leave her a hefty estate when
they died. They were already in their late 80’s and their health was
deteriorating, it was just a matter of time.
I parked my car and walked to
Yonge
and Bloor to meet
Victor. I saw him first, he was standing close to our lunch place furiously
smoking a cigarette. Victor was gorgeous, he was half Sicilian and half Polish.
He was tanned, tall, thin but very fit, black straight hair which he wore
spiky, green eyes, a chiseled chin, and these adorable dimples that drove men
and women equally crazy. He was gorgeous and he used it for his advantage, he
was a serial dater, every week there was a new object of his affection but he
was careful.
Except lately he started looking for Mr. Right, a few weeks ago he was telling
me how he wanted to settle down for once and how he was feeling old and tired
of dating scene.
“Darling” he said running to me giving me a huge hug and we air kissed.
“My god you look gorgeous Alex, I’m so jealous of your tits” he said grabbing
them.
“Jesus Victor!” I said looking around.
“Oh excuse me Miss Toronto Life, there’s no media around, you’re fine, get that
pickle out of your ass!” he said putting his arm around me.
“How are you Vic?”
“I’m fantastic, I think I’m in love, table for two please” he said to the
restaurant hostess.
She led us in and sat us down.
“You’re in love? What’s his name? And how big is he?” I said winking at him.
“Size queen” he remarked.
“Oh please”
“Well his name is Carlos, he’s 35, and I haven’t seen it yet”
“Really!” I said a bit stunned, that wasn’t like him.
“We’re taking it slow and guess what, he’s a fucking Doctor!”
“What kind of Doctor?” I asked
“Pediatrician, he loves kids, I mean seriously, how cute
is
that
” he remarked “He just moved to
TO
, he
lived in London, Ontario, and he has a practice uptown”
“How did you meet him?”
“Walking my dog darling, he has a dog too, it’s just so romantic, and we talked
for hours that afternoon. His last boyfriend cheated on him, so he took some
time off from dating and then I found him”
“I’m so happy for you! Hey I have an idea, why don’t you come over this Friday
and bring him, we’re having a little party with some close friends,
I’d
love to meet him” I suggested.
“You’re having a party? OMG is your friend Pam gonna be there?” he asked making
a disgusted face.
Victor did not like Pam. Last time we had a party Victor got a little drunk and
got into a heated discussion over abortion and woman’s rights, he is
pro-choice, and she’s pro-life. Needless to say, Robert had to drive Victor
home, early.
“Yeah” I sighed
“What, tell me you’re dumping the bitch! What did she do, I’ll kill her” he
piped in.
I looked at him for a few seconds thinking of what to say, if there was one
person in my life I could trust with anything was Victor.
“What the fuck is wrong Alex?” he asked with concern as our food was being
served.
“Ok I have to tell you something, but you need to promise me it will always and
forever stay between us, even if we fight, you can never say a word” I warned.
“Baby girl, you have more shit on me that could destroy my career even, don’t
start how much do we trust each other bullshit, please tell me what is up?”
So I told him the events leading up to the phone call I made just before I came
to see him.
He put his hand over his mouth and looked at me. He was in shock.
“Ok just say it Vic, I’m a whore, how could I do this to Rob, I should be
ashamed”
“Was it good?” he asked finally.
I nearly choked on my wine.
“It was different, he didn’t kiss me on the lips, he just serviced me, it was
weird, but when I came I swear I nearly fainted” I whispered.
“Jesus Alex!” “The man is hot too, I always hoped he was a closeted gay, but
never got mixed signals from him” he began “I mean your husband is by far the
hottest man on earth, but that’s a different story”
“Victor, I’ve cheated on my husband, I feel like shit”
“Technically you haven’t cheated, technically you were assaulted, he came on to
you, he touched you, you did not touch him” said Victor with wry smile.
“Are you fucking kidding right now? Are you seriously adding technicalities to
this? I didn’t stop him, remember? I got wet for him, I came on him, and to the
point his hand was drenched with me. He didn’t assault me, I let him, I could
have stopped him”
Victor made a grossed out face which made me laugh.