Tease (Songs of Submission #2)(25)
Author: C.D. Reiss

I got to the break room and turned my phone on. I had to turn it off when I was on the floor, but now I would give that motherfucker a piece of my mind. He couldn’t even keep it in his pants for me for how long? How many hours? They must have arranged to meet while I was busy running down the stairs. He’d promised fidelity and dumped me home with a lame excuse about not wanting to hurt me. What a joke. He went and got himself laid.

By his ex-wife.

Who he loved and would always love.

Because she talked him through a tough time.

‘Til death do us part.

I had no idea what I would say to Jonathan, but something had to be said. If he wanted her, then fine, but why play with my clit while demanding I ask him for whatever I wanted? Why push me to tell him I wanted to be his only one, for however long, if he would turn the car around and f**k his ex-wife so hard he fractured her wrist?

I stared at my screen. He’d sent me two messages a few hours before.

—I’m glad you like it—

—I still owe you a spanking from Barney’s—

And another one just three minutes previous.

—Can you call me?—

Darren:

—Have you seen Gabs?—

I replied: —Try Theo—

There were another two messages, sent rapid fire an hour before. They were from an emotional f**kup, but one who had been open, sincere, and vulnerable with me. Someone who never, in the two years he had me, ever cheated on me. He’d never even looked at another woman. Never gave me a reason to doubt his devotion.

—last time I’m asking—

I’d forgotten what a persistent pain in the ass Kevin was. I replied because it wouldn’t be his last text, no matter what he said. I’d opened the door a crack, and he was intent on barging in.

—What—

I waited for his answer. I didn’t feel a hum between my legs at the thought of him, nor did he make me grin with anticipation. I didn’t want him as a boyfriend, lover, or f**k—not that he would find the latter two acceptable. I wanted to just talk to him, to see the devotion and fidelity I’d slaughtered so heartlessly. I didn’t want him back. I wanted to surgically remove the viable parts, label them, and put them in a case so I would recognize them if I saw them again.

—see me—

I answered it.

—Where?—