On the other hand, good ole “Brad” didn’t refuse me if I wanted a quickie after a Sunday brunch or a fuck in the shower. Brad was all in, all the time, and he didn’t seem to mind that my vibrator came along for the ride.
He also never seemed to mind that I envisioned another man’s forbidden kiss in a college dorm room from time to time. A kiss that still, to this day, could make my panties wet at the mere thought of it.
Dave was always too busy for sex.
Too busy for me.
To date, it’d been six months since he last touched me, and I was settling for whatever I could get. And on nights like tonight, when we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and kissing in front of our family and friends, he was late.
As usual.
“Amazing turnout!” Chelsea handed me a glass of champagne. “I wish I could get this many people to show up to my one-year anniversary parties.”
“You’d have to make it to one year first, Chelsea,” I said. “No offense.”
“None taken. I’m determined to make it last for at least two years this time. With any luck, me and Chad might even make it to three.”
I laughed.
“If Dave doesn’t give you any great sex tonight, I want you to know that Chad and I are totally open to taking his place,” she said. “We’ll help you out with whatever fantasy you want.”
“Whenever you say things like that, I want you to know that’s exactly why everyone thinks that we’re a little too close, Chelsea.”
“Are we?”
“Yes.” I laughed, and she downed the rest of her drink.
“Sucks for everyone else.” She shrugged. “Will you need me to help clean your gallery after this?”
“Always.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Miss Harlow.” A hostess stepped in front of us. “Your husband just called from a payphone.”
“Huh?”
“His train from Tacoma is delayed, so he wanted you to know that he’ll be even later than he thought. Oh, and apparently someone stole his phone, so he wants you to pick up a new one for him tomorrow morning.”
I looked at my watch. “Tell the caterer to hold off on serving the cake.”
“Will do.” She walked away, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly suspicious about Dave’s excuse. Even if the Tacoma train was running late, Dave had multiple ways of getting to this party as soon as possible. Services he’d used before.
Executive Car. Uber. Tram.
And I couldn’t think of a single payphone that was still in existence.
“Excuse me for a minute, Chelsea,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I made my way through the crowd, stopping and smiling whenever someone asked until I made it to my gallery’s office.
I pulled my cell phone from my drawer and scrolled to Dave’s name.
It rang once, it rang twice, it—
It sounded as if it was close.
Confused, I walked over to my coat and saw a blue light flashing inside the right pocket. I ended the call and pulled it out.
I must’ve grabbed it by mistake this afternoon.
I started to put it back, but a new message alert sounded.
Unlocking his phone, I opened his texts.
555-768-2143: My pussy is still dripping wet from last night … Are you still coming over?
I stared at the message for several seconds.
Not wanting to jump to occlusion, I attempted to scroll up, but no other messages existed on this thread.
I let out a breath and helped the horny stranger.
555-768-2143: Sorry. You have the wrong number.
Within seconds, she texted me back.
555-768-2143: I get super excited when you don’t add the “Never text me again” afterward. LOL. Very smart and believable if *she* ever saw it. What are you doing?
555-768-2143: Delete all my messages and answer my new text in Calc.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood at full attention. My heart begged me not to pry any further, but logic refused to let me back down.
What the hell is ‘Calc’?
I closed the inbox and returned to the home screen. No apps appeared when I typed in “Calc,” only a calculator.
Clicking on it, I realized this app wasn’t for math at all. Instead, it was full of threads between Dave and this woman’s soaking wet pussy.
Apparently, her name was “Heather Wren,” and her threads with Dave stretched for over six fucking months.
Not wanting anyone to bother me while I read the rest of these, I put on my jacket and stepped into the alley. Then I leaned against the bricks.
HeatherWren: I’ve never felt for someone what I feel for you. I hate that someone else tied you down first. Do you still think that you and I are meant to be together?
What the fuck?
I didn’t dare answer her. Instead, I clicked on an older thread.
Dave: I love the way you taste in my mouth.
HeatherWren: I wish I was the only one you were tasting …