Interrupted Vol 1 (2 page)
Authors: S. Moose
Our limo waits for us outside the house and the drive is quiet. Looking over at Henry, I really take in how handsome he is with his tall, lean, runner’s body and shaggy brown hair. But his eyes, his silver eyes, are what makes me weak. Leaning in closer, I place my head on his shoulder and my hand on his knee. Life truly cannot get any better.
Walking into the banquet hall at the Hilton with Henry by my side, I’m amazed and so impressed with the way the room’s set up. The aroma of roses and sandalwood fill the room as we walk around taking in the beauty and elegance. The soft lights are dim as people are mingling, enjoying the hand-pressed hors d’oeuvres and champagne. There’s soft piano music playing in the background and it brings me to a different time, but I brush away that moment and focus on my husband, the man of the hour.
The silver, white, and black decorations give the room a little more pizzazz with lanterns floating across the high ceilings and candles surrounding the room. We wanted the ballroom to bring comfort and a night where pain doesn’t exist. Tonight stands as a night for everyone to come together so questions can be answered and miracles can be created.
The white rose petals scattered across black tablecloths each hold a card with a couple’s journey, telling their story of starting a family and finding Henry and Martin.
“Camila, if you don’t mind I need to speak to Martin.”
“Okay, I’m going to find Suzanne.”
I watch my husband walking away, feeling nothing but pride and joy knowing what he’s done.
“Cam! You look incredible.”
“Thank you, Suzanne! Look at you! Didn’t you
just
have Thomas?”
She blushes, knowing she looks amazing in her skin-tight, dark-green ball gown. “Yes. He’ll be four months in a few weeks. Do stop by soon. We need to catch up,” Suzanne looks around, slowly approaching me. “I have some
juicy
gossip for you.”
“Oh, let’s plan a coffee date,” I smile, whispering back.
Henry and Martin, Suzanne’s husband, work the room while we talk. The annual gala for their practice is always a wonderful event, bringing new light to their medical advances with in vitro fertilization. Looking around the room, seeing their success, brings a smile to my face. They’ve worked so hard to get through medical school and opening their own practice.
If only I can be part of their success.
“How are you doing?” She asks, lightly touching my arm.
Closing my eyes, I steady my breathing. I hate when people ask how I am. What am I supposed to say? Oh I’m doing fine! My son died and I never got to hold him or see him.
“Better,” I muster a smile. “It’s hard, but we have an appointment to try again.”
“Again?”
I nod my head, “Henry really wants to try again,” I whisper, clenching my fingers around my clutch. Losing Patrick just months ago and trying again isn’t fair to either of us, but this is what Henry wants.
“I’ll keep you in my prayers.” She squeezes my hand and I let out a breath.
Patrick. My baby boy. I never got to hold him and kiss him. I hope he knows how much I love and miss him.
Stillborn.
Stillborn.
Stillborn.
Closing my eyes, I plaster a smile on my face and stroll around the room with Suzanne, thanking people for joining us.
This is the second annual event, and so far we’ve raised over three hundred thousand dollars. The donations help fund their research, and they’re constantly receiving checks to improve their studies.
“Cam,” Frank D’Stino, CEO of
D’Stino Wine
, leans over and kisses both my cheeks. “You look wonderful. Now, where is your husband?”
I look around the room but can’t find him. Looking in my silver clutch for my phone, I realize I left it back in the hotel room. “I’ll be back, Frank. Let me go find him.” Walking around the banquet hall, asking some of the guests if they’ve seen him, my search turns up empty. It’s weird; I just saw him a few minutes ago. Making another round I decide to head back to our hotel room and get my phone. Maybe he had to step out and talk to clients in private. With a smile on my face I gracefully exit the banquet hall and head to the elevator. Tapping my foot on the floor, the ding alerts me to get off the elevator. The walk to our suite seems much longer. It’s quiet down these halls as I pass each door. When I reach our suite, I slip in the card key and open the door. Loud moaning and screams of pleasure fill the room.
“Henry! Fuck yeah! Oh God, fuck me harder.”
“You like this, baby?”
“Oh yeah, I do. Spank me, please. I’ve been so naughty.”
A few slaps ring through my ears. I can’t move. I’m frozen. My hand covers my mouth so I don’t scream. How could he do this to me? Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I want to scream and rush deeper in the room to pull him off her. I want to scream and yell, but I can’t. Everything plays in slow motion.
This doesn’t make sense. We’ve been together for years and we’re trying to start a family. When you love someone you don’t do this. How can he do this to me? To us?
The sounds coming from Henry, the ones I thought were just for me, hit me hard. Having heard enough, I slowly walk out of the room, quietly shutting the door.
“This is the life we live, Cam.” Turning around I see Suzanne on the arms of another man. She whispers in his ear, he looks at me and then walks away.
“What are you talking about? You’re cheating on Martin?!”
“It’s not cheating when we’re both okay with it. Henry’s a dumbass. He should’ve talked to you first, but take this as a way to explore your sexuality.” Suzanne lightly touches my arm, “you can always join us, you know.”
Shaking my head I step away from her. “How is this okay?”
“It’s the life we live. A strong woman doesn’t stay hurt for long. She gets even. Remember, those other women are the appetizers, but he’ll always come back for the main entrée.” She winks, leaving me alone in the hall. I can’t move, and my eyes don’t move from the door.
Hide your emotions.
Always smile.
Support the one you love.
Have a family.
Never stray, even when you want to.
Divorce is not an option.
I hear my mother’s words playing in my head. She’s right. I now understand what she told me while growing up. Flashes of my childhood come back to me. Each time my parents argued, Dad came home with a gift for her. As long as she was being spoiled and taken care of, everything he did was okay.
Is this my life now?
THE GARAGE DOOR CLOSES, and I hear movement coming from downstairs. I put down my Kindle, looking at the bedroom door. Since the night of the gala I’ve been staying away from the world and keeping my head in my Kindle. At least while I’m reading I can escape from reality and live through the beloved characters I’m reading.
The sound of his feet walking up our hardwood stairs echoes through the quiet house. The dark hallway captures his shadow, slowly approaching. His careful steps, the ones meant to ensure I don’t wake up, are calculated and wary. Little does he know I’ve been awake. I don’t sleep very long anymore. A few hours here and there.
It’s been a month since the gala. Henry doesn’t know that I know about his infidelity, and he won’t know. Let’s say I like this whole ‘getting even’ thing. My closet looks prettier and bigger. He doesn’t say anything when I get the credit card from his wallet. We’re rich.
He
can afford it. Since he’s out getting what he wants, I’m doing the same. A woman needs lots of beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories when she’s screwing over her husband.
Our bedroom door opens, but I don’t turn around to face him. The screams inside me threaten to release, but I stay quiet. I always stay quiet. It hurts knowing the man I love, the man with whom I vowed to spend my life, is out doing God knows what with God knows who.
Our sex life is nonexistent. And if we do have sex, which is rare, I make him wear a condom. He hates it, tells me it doesn’t feel right, but I don’t care. I’d love to respond with, ‘Well, being cheated on doesn’t feel right either,’ but I refrain from doing that.
Unfortunately, it’s not entirely his fault. I can walk away whenever. I choose not to. The life of luxury is a life I’m not willing to give up yet. Sure I have money, but spending someone else’s is so much better.
I turn away from facing the door. It’s nearly two in the morning, and he’s coming home. He’s coming home to me, yet I don’t want him here. Some women are okay with their husbands cheating on them as long as they come home every night. What did Suzanne say to me? He can have appetizers elsewhere, but he’ll always come home to the main entrée? Sadly, I’m turning into that woman — looking away, accepting his infidelity.
There is no end to the excuses I hear. Usually he tells me he had to work late in the office with Martin or that he was out with the guys blowing off steam. One time he said he fell asleep in the office. The excuses don’t matter to me. Sometimes I want to tell him to not tell me because I don’t care. Anything that comes out of his mouth is a lie. Yet, I’m staying with a man who is cheating on me because I don’t want to leave him. Divorce is nasty and a battle I don’t have time to deal with right now.
Since starting at Sharp Security, I’ve had the best time working for Sharp, though I’ve never met him, and being around Natalie and Taylor. They keep my mind off the shit I have to deal with. Honestly I’m working so much that the only time I see Henry is at night.
He slowly crawls into our bed after discarding his cheating, disgusting clothes. I wonder whose pussy he was in tonight. Was she prettier than me? Skinner? Bigger boobs? A bigger ass? Does she let him fuck her mouth? It doesn’t matter who she is because in my mind she’s a toothless, hairy woman with boils and warts covering her body.
I hate having him lie next to me on our bed. The bed we bought together. The bed we sleep in. The bed where he holds me. But now this bed stands, as it is, just a bed. The love is gone, and it signifies a king-sized, cold mattress resting on a cherry oak bed frame with the quote ‘
Remember, you are my happy ending’
because at one time we were in love. So madly in love. But losing a baby, being unfaithful and falling into a dark hole changes things.
“Camila,” he starts to say. I cringe when he uses my name. “Wanna fuck?”
I turn over, looking into his eyes, the ones I used to get lost in. I don’t see what made me fall in love with him. I see nothing. Yet, I’m still here, waiting for his next excuse. “Henry, it’s late.”
He kisses my cheek as his hand finds my breasts. “Come on, I need you.” Pulling himself over my body, I hear the ripping sound of the condom wrapper. Good, he remembers. He slides off my panties and slowly enters me. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, you’re tight. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Okay,” I whisper, wishing him off me, but I know I need this too. Plus, it’s just sex. There’s nothing between us. While he’s fucking me, I make a mental note to add laxatives to his protein shake in the morning and take his card to go on a little shopping spree. This girl needs a new
Gucci
purse and maybe new shoes. Natalie’s birthday is coming up and I told Taylor I’ll plan it, so maybe throwing her birthday dinner at
Next Door Bar and Grill
will be perfect. There’s so much I have to do. I hope I don’t forget.
“Try to relax.” He leans down kissing my neck, his cock pumping in and out of me. “Oh Cam, I’ve missed you,” he says in between his ragged breaths.
Our bodies move together, but they’re not connected the way they used to be. There’s a force between us not allowing me to enjoy this rare moment with my husband. Closing my eyes I think about a time when my body was set on fire with the most erotic and sexy feelings surrounding me. The feel of his heart beating with mine as his lips travel down my body, kissing every inch, telling me he loves me. This is what makes me wet. This is what makes me moan and scream, begging for more.
“Are you about to come, Sweetheart, because I am?” Before I can answer Henry lets out a loud moan, while I lay there, unsatisfied. “Oh, that was amazing, Sweetheart.” He kisses my lips before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
Looking at the time I calculate we had sex for about five minutes. I close my eyes and finish the job he can never complete. When I reach the point of pleasure, I see his face and it reminds me he’s the only man who can bring me the exquisite pleasure of fucking and lovemaking. But then he disappears, just like every other time.