“Nick and Alexa,” Elvis yelled out into the lobby. “You’re up!”
Alexa and I looked at each other, smiling as we walked back into the wedding chapel and waited for the priest to step in and marry us.
We were surprised when Elvis started walking down the aisle singing “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.”
“Do you have your own vows or would you like to do a traditional ceremony?” he asked as he reached the podium.
Neither of us had written any vows, and both answered, “Traditional,” simultaneously.
As we repeated after him, we finally got to the part where we could say our, “I do’s.”
“Do you have the rings?” he asked.
We both nodded and produced the rings.
“Repeat after me,” he said.
My vows went first, and I could hardly wait for her to see the ring I’d bought her.
“With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows,” I finally repeated after him.
“You may place the ring on the bride’s finger,” he instructed me.
I pulled the ring out of the box, shielding it with my hand until I slipped it onto her finger.
She noticed it right away.
“Nick!? Oh my God! What is this? This isn’t the ring we bought?”
“I know. I wanted to get you something special. Do you like it?”
“Oh my God! I love it!”
After she said her vows and we exchanged rings, we kissed each other, finalizing our ceremony.
“What do you want to do now?” she asked as we stood out on the sidewalk.
“Hookers and blow, baby.”
She smacked me in the chest. “You’re not funny, Nick!”
“Whatever you want to do, baby. It’s all up to you.”
She eyed me down before saying, “How about we go to a strip club? Maybe I can pick up some fresh moves to try out on you back at our hotel room?”
“Let’s go.”
Walking into the club, we sat down near the barkeep and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for the next performance to begin.
“This is going to be so much fun! I’ve never been to one of these before,” she slammed her glass on the counter, motioning the barkeep to bring her another.
“It’s all about the experience,” I tipped my glass to her and polished off the rest of my drink. “Can I get a beer?”
“Sure thing,” the bartender said.
Waiting for the bartender to bring my beer, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“What are you doing all the way in Vegas? Did you come all these miles to see me?”
Unsure as to who it was, I turned around and about fell off the barstool when I saw her face.
It was the stripper from back home.
Shit.
Alexa noticed her standing behind me and turned around to see who was talking to me.
“Hi, I’m Alexa,” my wife introduced herself.
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1
I knew before I pulled off the highway that something felt different. Not necessarily wrong, but more like out of place. For some reason, I’d been getting these feelings a lot and no matter what I did, I could never quite shake them.
Every time I got one of these feelings, I told myself that it was nothing. I reasoned that I was just being paranoid and to not let things bother me. Besides, it’s not like I could pinpoint why things felt the way they did.
Normally, I would have been at work at that time of day. Unfortunately, my morning appointment called to cancel at the last moment. I was annoyed because it was happening more and more often lately. A lot of it had to do with the housing market.
People would see a house with one of my for sale signs in front of it and decide right then and there that they just had to see it. They’d call the number on the sign immediately and I’d set up a showing for them. After that, they’d have time to think about it. Maybe they’d look the house up online and the inside wasn’t what they expected or perhaps they realized that the house was out of their budget and there was no way they could afford it. Regardless of the reason, I’d be sitting at the property waiting to show it and the potential buyer wouldn’t show. It wouldn’t be until I called them that I found out they weren’t going to make the showing. They’d apologize profusely, but it was still a waste of time.
I could have easily gone back to my office to field phone calls from potential buyers that weren’t calling in off a sign. We had a central phone number from advertisements and each agent in the office would take turns answering the phone each time it rang. We never knew if it would be a potential sale, so luck of the draw was the best way to do it.
The only thing that kept me away from the office was the fact that Stephanie was going to be spending the day there as well. Don’t get me wrong, I like Stephanie a lot, but she was eight-months-pregnant and was driving everyone insane.
I wasn’t going to be able to spend an entire day in closed quarters with her talking about the reviews of all the latest cribs and the pros and cons of breastfeeding her new baby. She would literally talk to whoever would listen, but the problem was that I just didn’t care.
When it comes to babies, I don’t dislike them at all. I’ve been known to pinch a chubby cheek whenever I’m around an infant. The problem was that I’m just not the maternal type and could never see myself being a mother, no matter how much she tried to convince me that it would come naturally once I became pregnant.
Instead, I was going to spend the day at home, following up with potential leads and getting in contact with sellers who had put their homes up for sale without an agent. As I got closer to my little piece of suburbia, the feeling that something was off continued to grow. When I pulled into my subdivision and turned onto my street, it became clear what was different. Steve’s car was in the driveway.
I wondered what in the hell he was doing home at that time of day. We’d talked about what his plans were he told me that he had meetings all day in the city. Maybe his meetings got cancelled as well. That would be nice.
A warm flush started to pass through my body as the thought of him being home excited me. If we
both had an unexpected day off, an afternoon full of sex and cuddling could be in the cards. It had actually been a while since the two of us had been intimate. He’d been working a lot and was coming home and going right to sleep most nights.
Maybe he would be just as happy to see me. Perhaps he would grab me, throw me down onto the bed, and take me like I dream about on a nightly basis. That was exactly what I needed.
It’s true that our sex life hadn’t been the greatest. It had certainly been a while since I’d been completely happy with it, but there was more to life than just sex. I loved Steve. He was my soulmate and I was happy that we had started a life together. In less than a year, we’d be married.
I pulled in and parked my SUV next to Steve’s BMW. It was his baby, the car that he dreamed about owning since he was a little boy. I used to think it was cute when he’d tell someone about it, but the story got old quickly. I gave my makeup a quick check in the mirror before getting out and making my way to the front door.
As soon as I stepped out of my vehicle, I could hear the sound of bass pumping. It was so loud that I could feel it in my chest. As I got closer to the door, I realized that it wasn’t one of the neighbors playing their music way too loud. The sound was coming from inside my house.
There was hip hop music blaring from my living room. Steve and I can’t fucking stand hip hop music. We’ve always been the hard rock type who would break out the air guitars when our favorite songs would come on. Maybe he was a closet hip hop fan and only played the music when I wasn’t around.
The front door wasn’t locked like it normally was so I opened it up and walked right in.
“Steve!” I yelled out of habit.
He’s always doing something in some random part of the house so I always yell his name instead of going room to room looking for him. Of course, there was no way he could have heard me. Not over the loud noises that some people call music blasting in the living room.
Determined to save my ears from the awful sounds, I set off the find the source. I grabbed the iPod that was connected to the stereo, expecting to see that it belonged to Steve. I was already planning to look through it and tease him about his hidden music. Instead, I got a surprise. The iPod that was being played belonged to me.
Oh hell no! I knew for a fact that I’d never download any hip hop, rap, country, or anything that wasn’t rock onto my iPod. Maybe he did it as a joke. Maybe his was dead and he really wanted to listen to whatever ear shattering music was playing. That was something I’d be able to figure out later.
Looking around the living room, I froze in place with my mouth hanging wide open. Steve’s clothes were thrown all over the floor, which wasn’t like him at all. He was always very neat and clean. He always took off his clothes at the hamper before getting in the shower. But there I was, staring at the suit jacket he was always so careful to hang up snd wondering what the hell he could have been thinking.
I started to pick up his clothes and that’s when I saw them. On a neat little pile on the sofa, there was a small purple dress and a skimpy matching bra and panties set. They definitely weren’t mine as I’d never be able to squeeze my boobs into such a small bra.
My mouth hung open as the realization of what was happening was beginning to wash over me. As much as I wanted there to be an innocent explanation, I knew better.
Please God, no! Do not let them be in my fucking bed!
I started to feel dizzy. My vision blurred and my head started to pound. The music that was still playing was little more than background sound to the noise playing in my head. My stomach turned as nausea tried to get the better of me. I gathered myself, turned, and began slowly making my way up the stairs.
The amount of thoughts that went through my mind as I climbed the stairs astonished me. I was more than ready to confront whoever was in that bedroom with my fiancé.
Funnily enough, there was still part of my brain that was trying to convince me that there might still be an innocent explanation to everything. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t be completely sure until I got upstairs and found out for myself. Seven years of happiness was about to be destroyed.
2
When I reached the top of the stairs, I could see that the door at the end of the hall as closed. My bedroom door. The door that Steve always insisted we have open. I never understood that, but he insisted he couldn’t sleep with it closed. There was only one time when he wanted it to be closed and that’s when we were having sex.
There I was, slowly creeping down the hallway, staring at the closed door with a million thoughts going through my head. I’m sure they were having a blast inside, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing right outside, ready to watch their little fun come crashing down.
Although they didn’t know I was there, I had a clear picture in my head of what was going on in the room. I was torn between whether I should slowly push open the bedroom door or slam through it and make my own grand entrance. After a bit of thought, I decided to go with option number two.
I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and tried to get prepared for an image I never wanted to see. An image that I was sure was going to be etched inside my mind forever. An image that I was sure I’d see in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Once I was mentally prepared, I turned the knob and slammed the door open as hard as I could.
There they were, right in the middle of the bed where I laid my head to sleep at night. Some skinny bitch with the tiniest bee sting tits I’ve ever seen was straddling my Steve, her hips moving back and forth as she rode him.
Even though I’d slammed the door open, neither of them realized I was there. They were so caught up in what they were doing, that they were both oblivious. Since I’d gotten sidetracked, I’d also never been able to turn off the music downstairs, so that surely drowned out the door.
Steve had his eyes closed or he would have had a clear view of the look I was giving him. If looks could kill, he would have been a dead man. As a matter of fact, they both would have been goners.
I wasn’t sure what I should do. A large part of me wanted to turn, walk out of the room, and close the door behind me as quietly as I could. I knew that if I did that, I would have eventually regretted my decision. This was something that couldn’t wait. It needed to be addressed right then and there.
Standing at the door, I kept thinking about how pathetic Steve looked lying there. His mouth was hanging wide open, completing his stupid sex face. I never realized just how stupid he looked having sex. I guess that’s the difference between being a participant in the heat of the moment and a spectator watching every detail unfold in front of your eyes.
The girl on top of him was very vocal. She was saying all the right things that Steve liked to hear, which let me know that this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been together.
“Fuck yes, Steve! Fuck me baby! Go on, do me! Give it to me! Harder!” she screamed as he started thrusting his hips upward into her.
Hearing her scream all of his favorite things was too much for me to handle. I’d had enough! I stormed over to my side of the bed. The girl noticed me right before I got my hands on her, getting her off the top of my man with one solid push.
I pushed her so hard that she actually missed the mattress and landed with a hard thud on the floor. The only things I could see were her arms and legs flailing about. The visual made me smile.
“Oh fuck,” was all Steve could come up with once his cock flopped out of her pussy and he opened his eyes to see what the hell was going on.
“Oh fuck? That’s all you have to say to me?” I replied, but he just looked down at the mattress, completely speechless. It was probably better for him at the moment anyway. It wasn’t like he was going to be able to explain away what had happened.
As I was glaring at him, trying to will him to at least look at me, the skinny bitch darted past me and into the hallway. Since her clothes were down in the living room, her only hope of getting them and not
being thrown out on her naked ass was to run past me.
I had a split second to decide what I wanted to do. I could either stand there and lay into Steve or I could chase the cunt down the stairs and throw her out the way she deserved. I decided that kicking her out was the right thing to do, so I ran behind her and chased her down the stairs.
The bitch was fast. By the time I made it down the stairs, she was flying past me again. She managed to grab her dress, leaving everything else behind. I think she knew that if she even took the time to get the rest of her things, she was going to be in for a world of hurt.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I yelled at her. “You’re okay with being a home wrecker, but you want to run when confronted? What kind of bitch shit is that?”
I had no idea whether or not she could even hear me with that horrible music still pumping through the house. If I thought I hated hip hop before, I suddenly had a vile disdain for it.
Finally in front of her, I felt like I had her covered. This bitch was mine! I lunged at her, but she spun on her heels and escaped my grasp. She made it to the front door, completely naked and her dress in her hand, and took off like a mad woman, running through my front yard and down the street, which I was assuming was where her car was parked.
There was an old man walking his dog in our otherwise quiet neighborhood. He stopped and watched as this completely nude woman ran past him with a look of panic on his face. When he looked up at me, I just waved. He smiled and shook his head. At least she was able to make someone happy that day.
Now that the woman was out of my house, I decided I was going to let her go. It wasn’t worth it to chase her. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t her fault. It was the bastard’s upstairs in the bedroom.
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