"I should probably get going," he told. I merely nodded. I simply didn't have the energy. While I watched, him get dressed, I listened for Sharon. I heard the bathroom door open and close, then the door to Gemma's room opened and closed. I got out of bed and threw on an oversized t-shirt to walk Professor Moore out in. As I led him to the front door, he smacked my ass, making it jiggle and me giggle. I turned and kissed him goodbye. I just wanted him gone at this point!
"I love you," he told me.
"I love you too."
We hugged and he left. Nothing made me feel better than being able to close the door behind him! I turned around and leaned back against it closing my eyes. I needed another nap. As I stepped away from the door, I heard Gemma's door open and the sound of her and Sharon talking as they walked out. As they were entering the living room, there was a knock at the door. I froze as all the blood drained from my face. No. This wasn't happening. It wasn't him, it had to be someone else. Gemma and Sharon were now in the living room, fully dressed, ready to go.
"Hey Dahlia!" Sharon greeted me. I forced a smile.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked. There was a knock at the door
a second time.
"Is there someone at the door?" Gemma asked me.
"Uh.." I turned to the door and looked through the peephole. Sure, enough, it was Professor Moore standing on the other side. I cracked the door open just enough for me to slide through. "You have to go!" I muttered to him.
"I know, but I think that I left my wallet in your room," he told me. My mind was racing.
"I'll go find it and bring it out to you," I told him.
"Ok," he agreed. I exhaled. My heart couldn't take much more of this. Professor Moore was turning to leave when the front door opened, and there stood Sharon. My body turned to ice. They both looked at each other with disbelief and confusion.
"Marquise?"
"Sharon?"
"You guys know each other?" Gemma was now standing in the doorway.
"Yea, this is my husband," Sharon said, looking from Professor Moore to me, her expression changing.
"And you're the girl from the pictures," Professor Moore said looking at Gemma.
"What pictures?" Gemma asked.
"Marquise what are you doing here?" Sharon demanded still looking back and forth between Professor Moore and I.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He shot back. Sharon wasn't listening, she was staring at me. She looked down at my ring. She looked as though she wanted to sucker punch me.
"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Gemma shouted.
"You're fucking my wife!" Professor Moore shouted back. The situation was escalating out of control and I was finding it hard to believe. Everything was going dark. I put my hand on the wall to try and keep my balance. I was slipping. Everyone turned their attention to me.
"Dahlia!" Gemma and Professor Moore exclaimed simultaneously. The last thing I saw was Gemma and Professor Moore reaching for me and Sharon glaring at me.
When I came to, I was in my bed, but I wasn't alone. Gemma was sitting on the edge of my bed glaring at me. As soon as she saw that my eyes were open, she demanded, "what the fuck was that about?"
"What was what?" I asked weakly.
"Don't play stupid with me Dahlia!" Gemma snapped. The way that she was looking at me was kind of scary.
"Well, what do you want to know?" I asked dryly. Gemma looked up at the ceiling and put her fingertips on her temples.
"I don't even know where to begin. So, let's start there. At the beginning. How do you know Sharon's husband?"
"He's my Figure Drawing professor," I answered.
"Are you sleeping with him?" She asked.