Only, they didn’t.
No, I make my way to the bedroom, the very room I have shared with Monte, night in and night out, for years now, and tied to my bed is a very pregnant, very young blonde.
“Hailey, what the fuck?” Monte roars as he continues to thrust into the woman on the bed without missing a beat.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish’s. This whole mess just goes from bad to worse. What the hell do I say? I don’t give a shit that he’s fucking around, except for the fact that he doesn’t wrap it up even with me standing right there, and he’s in my damn bed!
The girl bites her bottom lip, moaning like she is a well-practiced porn star while watching me as my husband continues his rhythm. Standing there, motionless from shock, I can only gape.
Then the chick shakes her head vigorously, as if she is fighting her climax, and Monte turns his attention to her, then slams into her hard as she wails out her pleasure. All the while, I fight to keep from hurling.
“Don’t worry; the baby isn’t his,” the girl reassures.
“You think that’s what I’m worried about?” I laugh at them both. Then, without another word, I turn and walk out of my bedroom. Trying to calm my trembling hands, I attempt to think.
What next?
What a mess!
Is he using protection?
What does the future hold?
I am a hooker, one with a single client. He has belittled me to this point. Once, he told me I was too much to resist, that he did this because he had to have me. Feeling like a prize is better than feeling like a possession. I’m no one’s prize, though. I am a whore, and with every thrust inside of her, that is one less pound to my * that could go toward my debt.
What a sick and twisted life I live. What a giant clusterfuck of manipulation.
Rage boils inside me, and shame washes over me as my final thought hits me.
Will my daughter be subjected to seeing this? He doesn’t know she’s not with me. What if she came barreling into the room like she does most days when she is looking for me? How would I explain any of this to Marisa?
“Oh Ris Priss, Daddy is just having special time with a friend…in Momma’s bed. No worries.”
Regardless of his lack of fatherly adoration, regardless of my fucked-up marriage, no child ever needs to walk in on one of their parents committing adultery in their home. Mess my life up completely, fine by me. Fuck with my daughter’s head and it’s done, son!
Now what the hell am I going to do?
Absently, I tap my fingers on the granite countertops as I stand in the kitchen, trying to come up with a plan, because waiting is no longer an option.
The clicks of the stranger’s heels on the hardwood floor of the entryway let me know she is leaving, at the same time I hear a cab honk its horn. I suppose Monte drove her here and originally intended to drive her home. He comes and goes without rhyme or reason. With the multiple vehicles in the garage and out front, I wouldn’t have a way of knowing he was inside when I returned with the groceries.
He enters the kitchen and washes his hands, and I say nothing, nor do I move. When his arm comes around my waist, pulling me against him with my back to his front, I freeze. My stomach churns as he moves my hair off my shoulders and behind my neck. He inhales my perfume, and then his moan vibrates against my exposed skin.
I want to hurl.
“Did you like watching, Hailey? I liked you watching.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
I grip the countertop as he pulls me tightly to him, his grip now firm, and getting painful.
“Quite serious. In fact, I don’t want you to just watch; I want you to participate.” He nips at my earlobe, and I lurch forward, trying to get space between us. However, he is bigger and stronger, and my attempt is a failure as he growls in my ear, “I want to see your golden locks spread across her thighs as you lick her * like a thirsty man in the desert.”
His erection pressing into my back lets me know just how serious he is, and the room spins as I fight to keep my stomach contents at bay.
“And if I refuse?” I boldly question him as fear creeps into my veins.
His hand leaves my waist and slides up my body until he wraps it firmly around my neck, not squeezing but warning me.
“You don’t have a bad life, Hailey. You’re no longer living the ‘hard knocks,’ and yet you really want to deny me something?” His grip on my neck tightens. “You want to make me the villain here…”
I say nothing while he continues to squeeze my neck, my lungs burning as he cuts off my air supply.
“I’m your motherfuckin’ hero, Hailey.”