“Where’s Amelia?” his voice was flat, great, no ‘hello how are you’?
“Staying over at your mom’s. Lex, we need to talk.”
“You sent her over there so we could talk?”
“No, your mother wanted to take her for the night to give me a break. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s been a struggle trying to juggle Amelia, work and everything else going on.”
“YOU think it’s a struggle?” He let out a laugh, but it was cold and snarky. “How about you put yourself in Adriana’s shoes for a moment and then tell me if you are still struggling.”
What the fuck? He had no idea who he was messing with; I was born to fucking argue and I even got a degree in it!
“Don’t you dare compare me to Adriana! Her pain is the worst pain imaginable and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. But I’ll tell you what comes a very close second to that, shall I? Your husband going AWOL, not fucking touching you for two fucking months! Not even able to look you in the eye or hold a civil conversation!” There, I’d said it – done! Take that you asshole!
“Wow, and here I thought marriage was about love, not sex,” he answered sarcastically.
“Really, Lex? You want to turn back into Asshole Lex? Well don’t think I’ll be sticking around to welcome that bastard back home.” I grabbed my briefs and headed for our room. I was livid; the fucking jerk had the cheek to turn everything back on me.
I quickly went to my closet and got changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a very slinky top and the highest pumps I could find. Stopping past my vanity I couldn’t help but notice how much weight I had lost from all the stress. I dabbed on some lip-gloss and tousled my hair which I had let out.
As I made my way back in to the kitchen, I searched for my keys.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He leaned with his back on the kitchen bench, the smug look on his face irritating me beyond belief, and the worst part was that I was waiting for him to grab me, bend me over and fuck me into next week. I hated my fucking cooch for betraying me on so many levels! On a side note, I knew I looked hot, and I purposely wore this top because it made the ladies look like they were parading for a Miss America beauty pageant. Oh, and because I knew it would get some sort of reaction from him.
“Out. No point staying here.”
“Wearing that?” he blurted out.
“I don’t need your permission to wear anything. Besides, you shouldn’t give a rat’s ass what I wear.” Where the fuck were my keys?! I opened each drawer looking for them.
“So you don’t care that every guy walking past you will be fucking look at your tits bouncing out of that top?”
“Does it look like I care? You seem to be confusing me with someone that actually gives a shit. Anyway, it’s a club, so get over it, ” I shot back.
“You are not going clubbing.” His tone is tense; I can see he is struggling with that jealous streak of his. Serves him fucking right!
“Lex, you obviously don’t care what I do. You’re lucky I even told you this much, because apparently I have no business knowing why you come home late every night, so you can think what you want. If you think I’m going to try and fuck every dick in that club, then great. Maybe that will pull you out of this sham that is called our marriage!”
I spot the keys, and damn it if they are sitting on the bench behind him. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck! I have no choice but to walk over to him and reach behind him. I can do this – stay strong. He motions his head to where the keys are sitting and looks over at me. There is a brief, albeit fleeting look of the old Lex there before it’s gone again. I take a deep breath and walk over. I lean around him, only inches apart to reach out for the keys. For a split second I lingered, inhaling his aftershave which seemed a little too fresh for my liking. My warped mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that he would only have re-applied it because he had to cover a smell and what smell would you need to cover? The smell of a woman.
I pulled away but he grabbed my arm, his grip firm and hurting me.
“You are my wife and you don’t need to degrade yourself in front of strangers.”
Oh, he did not just fucking say that! I tore my arm away from his grip.
“So, I’m a slut now? And here I was thinkin
g I was just a bored horny housewife looking to get laid tonight.”
I walked to door and opened it, followed by a ‘very dramatic’ slamming it shut. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Eric, being my lifesaver, took me to a non-gay club somewhere on Melrose. His reasoning was that he’d enough of the bitchiness and wanted to score with some confused straight guy.
The club was packed, and I felt extremely old. Not that it was hopping with all young folk, but because I felt overdressed. Apparently showing your ass cheeks is a pre-requisite these days.
I filled Eric in with all the details about what happened at home and he was quick to tell me that Lex would probably be here in five minutes, dragging my body to the back room to claim his property. Of course, that didn’t happen, and so the drinking games began. Some people that we had become friends with in LA had joined us; I was having a blast and pushing the past few months aside until Lex sent me a text.
Choose your next move very carefully and remember the band on your finger.