Sidechick Chronicles (7 page)

4

"Yikes, that had to be a lot for everyone involved," I said.

I wanted to keep digging.

I needed to know more.

"It was although that situation didn't affect me as much as he and my mom breaking up did. I went from seeing him every day to a few times a week.  I missed him being there. Though, I think it was harder on my mom then it was me. Having to get over a broken heart and still be forced to deal with the person who broke it has to suck."

If she only knew what that pain really felt like.  Your heart being ripped from your chest by the one person who swore they would be different.  How you can listen to the many pieces crack and shatter as they fall to the floor in front of you.

I felt that way about Laurence the first time he broke my heart.  I wanted to stop going to church and everything.  Every Sunday I saw him standing in the pulpit I could feel the breaths caught in my throat as I would try to breathe through the tears.  I would constantly see the future we would never have drift away.  I tried to move on. I even tried dating other guys.  None of it worked no matter how hard I tried. I picked up hobbies, took trips and even transferred to an out of state school.  I was in dire need of a fresh start, a new beginning. I had cried my eyes out and was at the point of completely putting myself back together when he showed up at my doorstep.

The love that could never separate us.

The irony that surrounded us.

You leave me to go back to your wife, and then show up on my doorstep begging for me to take you back. How does that make sense?

I knew he had gotten the address from Ambrosia so I hadn't bothered asking.  He stood on my doorstep begging and pleading about how me leaving has destroyed him.  He told me he had prayed over and over about me giving him a second chance.  How he should approach me or if I would even take him back.  He promised me that he would leave her and I was the only woman for him.  I was five seconds from slamming the door in his face when he pulled out a diamond pendant and paperwork to a car he had bought for me.  He had got down on one knee and told me if I gave him a little time he would leave her and we would spend the rest of our lives together.  I wasn't completely convinced and knew going back down this path was probably a bad idea.

A path that I knew would eventually lead to another broken heart if I walked down it again.

I was torn.

I had a 3 carat diamond pendant around my neck, keys to a 3 series BMW in my hands and it still wasn't enough.  My heart was still fragile. I needed assurance.  I needed him to fix this.  He could see the traces of pain remaining in my eyes and knew the necklace and car wasn't enough. It was like he could read my mind because in one swift move he picked me up, closed the door and we headed to my bedroom.  We made love all night.  Round after round, he held me and I let the tears fall releasing all the pain he caused me.  He told me I was the end for him.  I told him the same and at that moment I finally felt complete.

That night, he placed a spell on me.

He had stolen my heart,

Once again.

I snapped back into my questioning her.

"Did he try to make it work with your mom after she found out?"

"Nope she was done. It wasn't the first time he had cheated on her.  They had been together since undergrad and were head over hills in love from what my mom tells me. They did the whole Greek thing, he pledged Omega and she pledged AKA. She was student body president and he was a basketball star so they were the ideal college couple.  Unfortunately, his popularity got him in trouble a few times"

"Wow sounds like they were the perfect couple."

"I thought so too, however most first love stories usually do. He still loves my mom.  It’s just different from the love he has for Constance."

"Why would you say that? Your mom was his first love."

"Yeah, still it’s different. I see the way he looks at my mom and then I see how he looks at Constance. He and my mom have history.  They have me and that's essentially where that love stems from. Now with Constance there's this passion and desire look. It's like they can't live without each other, like their souls and hearts are one. It's kind of hot if you ask me."

I wasn't sure how to feel.

I couldn't breathe.

I thought he only looked at me like that. I believed I was the fire buried beneath his eyes.  I thought his heart only beat in sync with mine.  I wanted to stop her. I wanted to end this conversation. I didn't think I could listen to anymore.  Initially I fought the urge, but like a junkie I held my arm out for more.

"Do you think they will ever leave each other?"

I knew that question would probably raise her eyebrows. It wasn't smart; a total red flag on my part. It wasn't even logical to ask.  I was feeding this need to know more.  I shook my head. Love made you say crazy stuff. Heartbreak made you act even dumber.

"At one point I did. Now I believe the love they have for each other is unbreakable.  They are soul mates and will be together forever."

I was prepared for an answer.

A
simple
answer.

Just not that particular answer.

Any answer would've been better than
together forever.

C
onstance

5

I left Dr. Gregory's office under the assumption we had a long way to go.  Not to mention a lot more to talk through. Here I was sitting on his couch, pouring my heart out about my husband's affairs and I was having one too.

Hypocrisy at its finest!

Unfortunately, my situation was different.  It was somehow justified in my mind.  By the time he was going to comment, I was halfway out his door.  I promised him I would make another appointment. We could finish this conversation later.  Right now, I was horny and I needed a fix.

I needed Armond.

I only had two days before Laurence and the kids came home. I wanted to fill them with repeated orgasms. His wife and daughter would be returning from the retreat as well, so we didn't have a lot of time left.  I assumed he was ready too since he called me repeatedly while I was in my session.  We hadn't had much time to spend with each other due to our church obligations and my marriage. I plugged my phone into the charger and started my car.

I didn't get out the parking garage good before my phone rang again.

Husband.

He was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.  After this session, I realized I was still carrying a grudge towards him.  I knew if I didn't answer he would begin to worry.  Before I knew it one of his nosey church people would be at my door "checking" on me.

"Hello Laurence."

I didn't answer with any enthusiasm. 

No real excitement towards him.

I wasn't happy and I wanted him to know it.

"Baby where have you been?  I've been calling and texting you for the last two hours."

He was right. I saw all five missed calls and texts.  I didn't care at all. He was the last person I wanted to speak to.

"I had an appointment.  What's wrong?"

He knew damn well why he hadn't heard from me.  I was still pissed off and he was the reason for it.  I really didn't want to get into this with him right now.  My head was somewhere else. Somewhere my body was trying to get to.

"Are you okay?"

"Are the kids okay?"

"Yes everyone is fine. The boys are having a blast and Ambrosia is off with the young adult group. "

"Oh well that's good to hear.  Well if there is nothing wrong, I'll see you ball when you get back.  I want to enjoy my last two days of solitude."

"I miss you Constance.”

I had no response. No real feelings to reciprocate to him right now.

"See you when you get back Laurence."

"Okay, I understand and I know you're still mad. We can fix it when I get back. I promise it will be better. I love you baby."

"I love you too," I said and hung up.

Another promise.

Another meaningless I love you.

I turned my volume up to hear Jessie Ware’s;
Say You Love Me
playing.  Another love song, another melody that reminded me of the forgotten love we once had. I wanted to believe things were going to be different.  There was a small part of my heart that still held out.  A small part of me which clings to the possibility we will rekindle the passion we once shared.

M
ariah

5

My skin was so soft and it seemed to be glowing tonight.  I was so excited about this evening and the surprises he had in store.  I had already received my first two surprises of the night.  I woke up from my nap to find two boxes sitting on the chaise.  I looked at myself in the mirror and the Zac Posen dress he bought me fit perfectly.  I always loved the way red looked against my skin.  The small train flowed beautifully from the fitted dress.

My eyes and smile reflected love.

I felt beautiful.

He made me feel beautiful.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30 p.m.  Our evening was scheduled to begin at 7 o’clock.  I slid on my gold Casadei pumps that were also a surprise from my man.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I walked over to my room phone.  We had reserved separate rooms since Rhonda had come on this trip.  We wanted to make sure there were no traces of unprofessionalism on our part.  Rhonda was cool and all but clearly she participated in office gossip.  I wanted to parts in adding to the circulation.

“Hello”

“Hello beautiful.  Are you ready for our evening?”

I was smiling from ear to ear.  Lord, the man even sounded sexy on the phone.

“Well yes I am handsome.”

“Ok well I will be down in the lobby waiting for you.”

“Oh you’re not coming up to get me?”

“No I don’t want to be tempted to undress you.  I want us to get through our evening before I do that.”

There it was oozing through the phone.  The undeniable panty-dropping charm.

“I see.  Well I will be down shortly then.”

“See you soon beautiful.”

I snickered.

I hung up the phone and walked back to check myself in the mirror one last time.  I was proud of the fact I managed to maintain my size 8 frame.  The high neckline and the drop back gave this dress the perfect seductive, yet classy look.  I grabbed my clutch and headed downstairs.  I was excited about tonight.  I was ready for the unforgettable memory he promised.

The elevator door opened and there he stood.  He looked at me and smiled.  He had a way of looking at me.  A way that would always make me feel incredibly sexy.  I looked at him and felt weak in the knees.  The man could wear the hell out of a suit.  He could definitely give James Bond a run for his money.  I grinned and walked towards him.  I saw he had a long black box in his hand.

Another surprise.

“You look breathtaking Mariah.”

“You clean up pretty good yourself Mr. McDaniels.”

I placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What is this?”  I asked.

“A gift for you,” he said holding out the box.

He opened the box and I saw two tickets.  I laughed at the irony of what he had done.  I wasn’t expecting tickets.  I reached for the tickets and removed them from the box.

They read,
A Night with Anthony Hamilton.

I was stoked.  I loved Anthony Hamilton!  So far my surprises were getting better and better.  I wasn’t sure what he had left.  Although, I couldn’t imagine him topping a surprise Anthony Hamilton concert.

“Are you ready Ms. Nicholson?”

“Why yes Mr. McDaniels.”

I loved how we played coy with our formalities.  The professional tone we played with was fun.  Not to mention, it turned us on in a major way.  He held his arm out for me and I slipped mine through.  We headed for the car he had waiting for us.

Unforgettable
, I thought.

Let the night begin.