Relief washed over me, and the gratification was overwhelming. The adrenaline that coursed through my veins always made my dick hard, but I wouldn’t give in to it. I wanted to feel that underlying ache.
Setting the razor down, I made my way to the shower. I turned it on and stepped in, gasping as the cold hit my skin and I watched as my blood mixed with the water at my feet. Thoughts of the dream tried to creep their way back in, but I blocked them out. Leaning forward, I rested my head on the shower wall and closed my eyes as the water started to heat. My first class started at eight, and I needed to focus on that. I knew once I finally left the house I’d be fine. An idle mind was dangerous.
After showering, I bandaged my hip then walked to the closet and picked out a charcoal gray suit. I always dressed professionally. I dressed to show control and power, and in return I got respect and obedience. I tugged my tie up to my neck and looked myself over in the full-length mirror in my closet. The morning might have started out bad, but it just fueled my reasoning for doing what I’d worked so hard to do.
Chapter 5
Emmalynn
When I got home that night around two in the morning, I decided to take things into my own hands. Tim was always the dominant one in our relationship while I usually sat back and let things run their course, but I couldn’t do it anymore. Not with all of the doubt running through my mind. I needed answers. I’d spent the whole night thinking about what I’d found out earlier in the day. I’d caught him in a lie, and I couldn’t help but think of what else he might’ve been hiding from me.
Walking to our room, I found him in bed sound asleep. There was no way I could sleep and wait until morning. He was lying on his side facing the far wall. He looked so peaceful and in that moment, I wished things could be different. I wished everything I was about to ask him was a lie, but deep down I knew it wasn’t.
Reaching over, I shook him slightly to try and wake him. He groaned as he rolled to his back. “In the morning, Stacey,” he mumbled, and then he turned back onto his side.
I stared at him blankly as I let the words soak in. It felt like hundreds of knives were stabbing me in the gut. Rage flowed through my veins and I couldn’t help my own actions.
“Tim!” I yelled as I pushed him roughly on the bed.
He jolted up in fright, gasping as he looked around to get his bearings.
Then his eyes focused on me.
“What the fuck, Em?”
He ran his hand down his face before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
I stood in the doorway of the room with tears in my eyes. They were there more from being overly pissed off rather than hurt. I could never hold back the tears when I was angry. The emotions flowing through me had to escape somehow.
I took a deep breath and his gaze locked with mine.
“We need to talk,” I told him as I turned and walked into the living room.
I could hear him rustling the sheet off his body and then his light footsteps as they followed behind me.
“This couldn’t wait until morning? Some of us have to work!”
I let out a short laugh as I paced the room.
“No, this couldn’t wait until morning,” I snapped. “Do you know where I went today?” I asked, knowing he had no idea.
He sat on the couch and stared at me blankly, waiting for me to continue.
“I went to your office, Tim, and spoke to sweet Elizabeth.” I waited a moment to let what I was saying sink in. “You want to know what I found out?” I stopped pacing and placed my hands on my hips. I could tell my blood pressure was high by the beating of my heart and heat coming off my face. “She told me your meeting was the night before. That you left with Stacey. And guess where you weren’t when I was there trying to surprise you at work today. That’s right, Tim. You weren’t there.”
He furrowed his brow for only a moment before he turned angry.
“What exactly are you implying, Em?”
I shook my head feigning innocence. “Oh, I’m not implying anything. I’m just stating the facts to you. And do you know what you just said to me when I tried to wake you up? You said, ‘In the morning, Stacey.’ Is that something you say often to your slut?”
I was seeing red. I was never that aggressive when it came to arguing, but I had a fire burning in the pit of my stomach and all I could do was spit flames.
“You can’t hold that against me, Em. I was sleeping,” he argued.
“Well, then you won’t mind if I call Stacey and ask her myself then, right?” I said as I grabbed his phone off the bar in the kitchen where it was charging.
He didn’t say a word or move a muscle as he watched me with his phone. He just stared me down.