OMG, stop staring at Penny’s tits
Focus
Penny smells nice
This list is shit
My heart lurched at his list. So this is what he had been hiding from me. I read the list a few times, folded the piece of paper and slipped it in my pocket. Theo was adorkable.
Once I got home, I sank onto my bed. I was worn out from an exhausting day at work.
Margo knocked on the bedroom door. Feeling glum, I hadn’t even acknowledged her presence when I entered the house.
“Hey, can I come in?” she asked as she rapped at the door again.
“It’s open.” I nuzzled my nose further into my pillow as I lay on my belly.
The bed dipped when she sat beside me. “You ok?” she asked, rubbing my back.
I flipped over, and a few tears trickled down the sides of my face. “What do you think?”
Margo knew the whole story and supported me fully. She knew I could never tell, and had sworn on her life, and the life of her and MMA fighter guy’s unborn children, she wouldn’t say a word. “That bad, huh? I know life isn’t looking so good right now, but you’re doing the right thing.”
“Am I?”
I sat up and her arms wrapped around me. “Yes, you are. You know you are. This is true love.”
I scoffed. “I don’t love him.”
Her eyes softened. “Yes, you do.”
“Can we just please eat some ice cream and watch an old movie?”
She laughed, rising from the bed. “I’ve already picked out the movie. It’s a good one. I knew you’d be seeing Theo today, so I figured a comedy was in order.”
“Perfect, I’ll be right there. Let me change.”
She nodded and left the room. I changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a white cami and gazed into the mirror. My weary eyes stared back. I felt like shit. My chest tightened as I thought about my father, an asshole who wanted control over me. What better way to get it than by dangling my one true dream in my face with one hand, while holding onto the man I wanted more than anything in the other. I was stupid for thinking I could manipulate the system he set forth and weasel my way out of a marriage to Dex.
In the past three weeks I hadn’t slept with Dex, but each night it grew harder and harder to thwart his advances. He probably thought I had major digestive issues and a brain tumor. But the thought of having sex with him made me sick.
The Devil in the Sack. His new nickname. And he had the horns and evil ways to match.
A knock at the door sounded, and I went to answer it.
“Dex, what are you doing here?” I glanced behind him to Margo. She gave me a “please don’t hate me” look and mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ before leaving us alone.
“I decided to surprise you.” He brushed past me, entering my bedroom. “I thought I could stay the night.”
“I have to work early,” I said, hoping he would take the hint and leave.
“So do I.”
Oh, hell no. He would not be staying here. I moved over to my dresser and grabbed the lotion, smoothing it on my arms while I thought of what to do. This couldn’t happen. He wanted sex, plain and simple, and his dick would get nowhere near me. That was a fact.
I couldn’t deny him forever. And once I said my ‘I do’s’ it was over. I would be his wife, and what then? Something told me he would not be accepting of a blow up doll if I suggested it. No way could I spend my life having sex with someone who repulsed me. So, I needed to talk to my father first thing. There was no way I could go through with this.
“Margo and I are having a girl’s night,” I told him. Without a word, he crossed to the bathroom and closed the door. “You should have called first,” I yelled to the door. A few minutes later the door swung open, and Dex stepped out in his boxers and nothing else. I wanted to vomit.