Miss-Fortunate Reality

by Hicks, I. M.

  “I missed you so much Alex, you don’t know what it’s been like for me.”

  “I’m sorry Pam, it was a busy season, but I swear I will make time for you, at least a few hours a week, ok?” I said holding her hand.

  “Ok” she said wiping her tears.

  I took her to my favorite salon on Yonge Street. We got our nails and feet done, and I talked her into getting her hair done, chemically straightened, cut and added some much needed color. We also ended up doing a bit of shopping, I got her jeans that actually fit and some shirts that were versatile and easy to care.

  By the time we got back to her house it was already 9pm, Marc was already home with the kids.

  I pushed the door open letting myself in with some of Pam’s bags, she was getting the rest from the trunk of my car. “Honey I’m home” I said as I walked in. “Hey gorgeous” said Marc walking up to me giving me a hug lifting me off the ground, he put me down and give me a kiss on the cheek “Hello yourself” I said a little stunned “Here take these” I said passing him her bags and ran to the bathroom.

  When I was done, I walked down the hallway and made my way toward the kitchen, I stopped when I saw Marc and Pam embracing in a private moment, I watched them from the hallway as they reconciled their troubles away. It put a smile on my face. Once they were done I walked on, grabbed my tote and made my way to the door “You’re leaving?” asked Pam turning around.

  “Yes, Rob will be calling soon” I lied.

  “When can we get together again?” she asked.

  “I’ll call you, I’ve got that party to plan for next weekend, so…”

  “Well, just come on over when you can” she replied giving me hug.

  “I will, take care you two” I said and walked out the door.

  When I got home, I checked my messages. Rob had called earlier to wish me a good night, I felt like calling him but then realized the time difference so instead I went to bed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Sunday, I decided to sleep in. It had been forever since I’ve been able to do that. No alarm, no rigorous workout, just sleep.

  When I finally rolled out of bed it was close to noon, I put on a bath robe and I went downstairs to grab myself a coffee before I jumped in the shower, turned on the TV for some background noise, I glanced at my phone still sitting on the kitchen counter, the notification light was furiously flashing. I closed my eyes in frustration, thinking it was either my assistant or some invite to yet another event I had no desire to attend. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and checked my messages.

  Marc: “I’m in the neighborhood, can I come by for a bit?”

  Marc: “Are you home?’

  Marc: “Your car is in the driveway, please answer”

  I went to look out the front window and there was Marc waiting outside his car. I sighed and opened the front door.

  “Hey” he said walking up the driveway.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I was running some errands and decided to stop by, can I come in?”

  “Marc I just woke up, this is not a good time” but he barged in anyway.

  “What the fuck Marc” I said closing the door.

  “Sorry Alex, I’m all wound up and I’m not sure why”

  For Pete’s sake, what is it with this guy.

  “How was your night last night?” I asked.

  “It was fine, but I don’t want to talk about that”

  “Oh?” “Do you want some coffee? I just put on a pot” I offered.

  “Yeah that sounds good, what are you up to today?” he asked, he seemed almost out of breath.

  “Well I was just about to jump in the shower when I saw your text messages” I retorted reaching for the coffee machine, when he grabbed me from behind putting his hands on my hips and breathing heavily on my neck. Not sure if it was the way he smelled or the force of his hands but I didn’t do anything to stop him. He began kissing my neck and running his hand down my hip and down my ass and the other inside my robe reaching for my breast, he reached under my robe and ran his hand between my thighs, making me instantly wet. Part of me wanted him stop but I desperately wanted him to continue. As his hand slid higher he opened my legs wider, worked his way up and slowly began rubbing my clit, rotating his fingers feeling my moisture while he rubbed my nipple, squeezing it every now and then. He kept breathing in my ear and kissing the side of my neck and my jaw but was making no attempt to kiss me on the lips. He continued to feverishly rub my clit and carefully slid a finger inside me, making me moan with his action. He continued the in and out motion while rubbing my clit at the same time, making me impossibly wet, he slid a second finger which instantly made me lean over the counter, yearning for more, my legs were wide open welcoming the intrusion, his groin resting on my side, I could feel his hardness. His fingers were working hard inside me making me moan in pleasure and all of a sudden I came apart at the seams, I came so hard I nearly lost my grip on the granite counter. He slowed down the motion as I slowed down, still rubbing my clit, I could feel my wetness on his hand, it was all over him, running down my legs, and he was panting behind me, thrusting his groin slightly against me. He took his hand away caressing my inner thigh and helped me stand. I couldn’t look at him and the guilt was consuming me to the point that I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. “I’m sorry” he whispered in my ear “You’re all I can think about since I saw you on Friday, something came over me, all I could think about was making you come, I wanted to watch you come”.

  “Please leave Marc” I said still facing the damn coffee pot.

  “Please look at me”

  “No, please leave” I said closing my eyes, hoping I was just dreaming what I just let happen.

  He left my side and washed his hands on the sink, and used a paper towel to dry them.

  Next thing I know, my front door closed behind him. I waited till he started his car and drove away before I was able to move.

  I just let my best friend’s husband, the love of her life finger me until I came, in my house, in my kitchen, which my husband and I worked so hard for. Robert. How could I have done this to him? He could never know about this, it would devastate him and who knows what he’d do to Marc. He had a hard time when I hired a male assistant until he came to my office one day and realized he was gay. Rob often did that, came to my office to check on me, I know he trusted me but he didn’t trust anyone else, I was his and his alone, he often tells me that. So what the fuck are my doing? Why did I let this happen? Sure Marc is a gorgeous man, especially now. But Robert is beautiful, he works out and takes care of himself, he’s successful, he treats me like a princess, and he loves me unconditionally, regardless the lack of children. But it’s our success that makes us hot for each other, he loved it when I made a new deal, or after a successful fashion week. After I got the Neiman Marcus deal he fucked me for two days straight, until I was raw. It was weird when I thought about it, but this somehow worked for us and we are happy.

  I closed my eyes while the water run over my back and I thought about earlier this morning and what Marc did to me, the way he smelled, his gentle kisses and how hot he got me and I felt the yearning between my legs again, my nipples got hard just thinking about it, about him. Christ what is wrong me?

  I quickly turned off the shower and ran to my closet to get dressed, I was meeting my longtime friend Victor for a late lunch today. Victor had just met someone and he wanted to tell me all about him.

  Aside from Pam, Victor was my other bestie, and he worked very close to my office so I’d see him often. We met in college, classmates from day one. We were both very talented and didn’t take shit from anyone. We pretty much alienated ourselves from everyone by the time graduation year came around, the competition among the grad students was fierce and this was a way of protecting each other. Since then, we stayed good friends, and I loved Victor like my own brother, he understood me in a way Pam no longer could. He got my passion for the industry, my passion to work l
ong hours, the travelling, and all the things that come with it. Victor was a head designer now for a trendy young adult fashion house, mostly ladies clothing, but now they were toying with the idea of having a menswear collection and Victor was first in line for the job.

  It was hot today, so I grabbed a cute little royal blue sun dress I had never worn yet. It was a halter design, fitted at the waist with a full skirt, and the hem ended just above the knees, it was very Marilyn. I tied my hair in a messy bun, wore my big black sunglasses, a pair of Manolo strappy sandals and my black Chanel clutch.

  I went downstairs to grab my keys and my phone when the house phone rang.

  “Hello”

  “Hello sweetheart, how’s my princess doing?” asked Robert

  “Hey baby, I’m good, just on my way out to meet Victor for a late lunch”

  “I’ve missed you, I’ve been dreaming about you” he said. I swallowed and wanted to cry.

  “I miss you too…terribly” and I did

  “Are you ok, how did it go with Pam yesterday?”

  “Fine, we’re fine, so are you still coming home on Tuesday?”

  “No, one of the meetings was postponed, so I will be coming home Thursday, I’m so sorry” he said and I was fighting the tears.

  “Ok, do what you need to do, I love you so much Robert”

  “I love you Alexandra”

  “Say hello to Victor for me”

  “Will do, talk to you soon”

  We hung up and my phone buzzed again. I looked at it to find two messages, one from Victor and the other from Marc.

  Victor: “Get your fine ass over here girl, I’m waiting!”

  Me: “LOL, I’ll be there in 10, sorry Rob called”

  Then I reluctantly opened the other message:

  Marc: “I can still smell you, I need to see you again.”

  Me: “Leave me alone!”

  Marc: “I know you liked it and I know you’re still thinking about me”

  Me: “Go fuck yourself!”

  I erased the messages and left the house to meet Victor.

  On the way there, my anger get the better of me and I dialed Pam’s number. But I quickly hung up, if he was home, he’d for sure pick up the phone so I dialed her cell instead. Time to set the rules.

  After a few rings, she picked up.

  “Hey Alex” she replied chirpy and happy.

  “Hey baby girl, how are you?”

  “I’m great, we’re on our way to the park right now with the kids, where are you off too?”

  One of her kids started crying so she put me on speaker phone.

  “Sorry hun, I put you on speaker but I can still hear you, where did you say you were going?” she said.

  “Oh, I’m meeting Victor in a few minutes, late lunch, I was supposed to meet him about an hour ago but I had an unexpected…visitor” I said.

  “Oh, who?” she asked.

  “Oh you know one of those religion sales men, he wouldn’t leave, so told I him to f’off at the end” I said smiling to myself.

  She laughed “Oh I hate that, we get that all the time, don’t we honey?” she said asking Marc.

  “Marc is nodding” she added

  “Indeed, well I was just calling to check up on you and I will see you tomorrow, I’ll be there around 10 am, Starbucks?” I asked

  “Yeah that sounds great, have fun with Victor, I’m jealous you have a life!” she said

  “Only for a week, eventually your kids will grow, and you’ll have freedom again, remember that”

  “Love you Alex”

  “Love you Pam”

  I was satisfied when I hung up. I’m sure that phone call scared the living shit out of him. He had much to lose if Pam ever found out was he was up to. Pam although she was poor, her father’s parents would leave her a hefty estate when they died. They were already in their late 80’s and their health was deteriorating, it was just a matter of time.

  I parked my car and walked to Yonge and Bloor to meet Victor. I saw him first, he was standing close to our lunch place furiously smoking a cigarette. Victor was gorgeous, he was half Sicilian and half Polish. He was tanned, tall, thin but very fit, black straight hair which he wore spiky, green eyes, a chiseled chin, and these adorable dimples that drove men and women equally crazy. He was gorgeous and he used it for his advantage, he was a serial dater, every week there was a new object of his affection but he was careful.

  Except lately he started looking for Mr. Right, a few weeks ago he was telling me how he wanted to settle down for once and how he was feeling old and tired of dating scene.

  “Darling” he said running to me giving me a huge hug and we air kissed.

  “My god you look gorgeous Alex, I’m so jealous of your tits” he said grabbing them.

  “Jesus Victor!” I said looking around.

  “Oh excuse me Miss Toronto Life, there’s no media around, you’re fine, get that pickle out of your ass!” he said putting his arm around me.

  “How are you Vic?”

  “I’m fantastic, I think I’m in love, table for two please” he said to the restaurant hostess.

  She led us in and sat us down.

  “You’re in love? What’s his name? And how big is he?” I said winking at him.

  “Size queen” he remarked.

  “Oh please”

  “Well his name is Carlos, he’s 35, and I haven’t seen it yet”

  “Really!” I said a bit stunned, that wasn’t like him.

  “We’re taking it slow and guess what, he’s a fucking Doctor!”

  “What kind of Doctor?” I asked

  “Pediatrician, he loves kids, I mean seriously, how cute is that” he remarked “He just moved to TO, he lived in London, Ontario, and he has a practice uptown”

  “How did you meet him?”

  “Walking my dog darling, he has a dog too, it’s just so romantic, and we talked for hours that afternoon. His last boyfriend cheated on him, so he took some time off from dating and then I found him”

  “I’m so happy for you! Hey I have an idea, why don’t you come over this Friday and bring him, we’re having a little party with some close friends, I’d love to meet him” I suggested.

  “You’re having a party? OMG is your friend Pam gonna be there?” he asked making a disgusted face.

  Victor did not like Pam. Last time we had a party Victor got a little drunk and got into a heated discussion over abortion and woman’s rights, he is pro-choice, and she’s pro-life. Needless to say, Robert had to drive Victor home, early.

  “Yeah” I sighed

  “What, tell me you’re dumping the bitch! What did she do, I’ll kill her” he piped in.

  I looked at him for a few seconds thinking of what to say, if there was one person in my life I could trust with anything was Victor.

  “What the fuck is wrong Alex?” he asked with concern as our food was being served.

  “Ok I have to tell you something, but you need to promise me it will always and forever stay between us, even if we fight, you can never say a word” I warned.

  “Baby girl, you have more shit on me that could destroy my career even, don’t start how much do we trust each other bullshit, please tell me what is up?”

  So I told him the events leading up to the phone call I made just before I came to see him.

  He put his hand over his mouth and looked at me. He was in shock.

  “Ok just say it Vic, I’m a whore, how could I do this to Rob, I should be ashamed”

  “Was it good?” he asked finally.

  I nearly choked on my wine.

  “It was different, he didn’t kiss me on the lips, he just serviced me, it was weird, but when I came I swear I nearly fainted” I whispered.

  “Jesus Alex!” “The man is hot too, I always hoped he was a closeted gay, but never got mixed signals from him” he began “I mean your husband is by far the hottest man on earth, but that’s a different story”

  “Victor, I’ve chea
ted on my husband, I feel like shit”

  “Technically you haven’t cheated, technically you were assaulted, he came on to you, he touched you, you did not touch him” said Victor with wry smile.

  “Are you fucking kidding right now? Are you seriously adding technicalities to this? I didn’t stop him, remember? I got wet for him, I came on him, and to the point his hand was drenched with me. He didn’t assault me, I let him, I could have stopped him”

  Victor made a grossed out face which made me laugh.

  “TMI!” “Ok so what, Rob will never find out. I’ve cheated many times on my boyfriend’s darling, as long as you don’t open your mouth, you will be fine. It was a small indiscretion, and you enjoyed it” he said raising his glass to me “To unexpected orgasms” he added.

  I laughed “So are you coming Friday then?” I asked

  “Oh hell yeah, your parties are always fun. Just keep Mrs. Pro-Life the fuck away from me”

  “Done” I said.

  I felt better after seeing Victor. He had a way of making things make sense when they didn’t, and always found the humor in it all and I loved that about it him.

  It was around 5pm by the time I pulled in my driveway, and to my surprise Marc’s car was already parked there.

  I got out of my car and I was livid. He was sitting on my front porch waiting for me.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked walking passed him reaching for the keypad.

  He stood up and walked behind me “I told you I wanted to see you again”

  I opened the door and turned around blocking him from entering. “Go home to your wife Marc” I said sternly.

  “You don’t mean that” he whispered.

  “She’s my best friend, and I am married to a man I love, go home”

  “I love my wife as well, and I can keep secrets Alex, no one has to know”

  “Get the fuck off my property, I don’t cheat”

  “You’ve already cheated” he said getting close to me, too close. “Remember how wet you got for me this morning, you were dripping when you came, you could have stopped me but you didn’t, and your smell has been haunting me all day, I want you.” he whispered in my ear. I felt my nipples harden as he was speaking and the yearning between my legs making my panties wet.