Alicia's Misfortune (53 page)

The rain let up.   It had felt like night time
with the wine drinking, the pizza, the cloud darkened apartment and the wild
passion.  But when the weather cleared it was just about dinner
time.  Richie gave Al a ride home.

Richie and Al had met up prior to the rain and actually
gotten a flat.  Richie had planned to drive him straight home but with the
weather being what it was, he stopped off at the house.  It was fate that
brought the three of them together.

Danielle didn’t feel it was necessary for the three lovers
to have a talk about discretion.  The guys were mature enough to keep their
business to themselves.  The moment they shared was in many ways the
perfect transition from Danielle's married life into her new single one. 
It was also a perfect send off for the guys.

Even though Al and Richie were busy getting to adjust their
trip plans to now just have Al go off to school, Danielle still had hope that
Richie would change his mind.  He was going to drive up to school with Al
anyway -- why not stay at school?

In some ways she had hope that what they shared would maybe
encourage him to move on.  She had no shame or guilt about what transpired
between them, but it wasn't something they could pursue.  Not out in the
open.  Not because of the nature of their relationship.  But more or
less because of the timing of it.   She knew her beloved husband
would not judge them, she just didn't want others to.

Richie texted her to let her know he was spending the night
at Al's house.  Al's mother had made them a special dinner.  Richie
said she was emotional in light of the impending trip to school.  They
were going to spend some time with her.

The one night at Al's turned in to a few days.  In the
middle of his last night away, Danielle received another text from
Richie.
 
The contact from him lit her up
brighter than it did the telephone.
 

"Miss you," he wrote.

Danielle cuddled her pillow.
 
A quiver of aching for him twitched her core.
 
If he were here, she would have him inside
her.
 
She didn't mind being awake for
this.   She turned on the light in her bedroom, dimming them just
so.  She held the camera above her taking a semi clothed selfie to send
back.

“Mmmm,” he wrote.

She propped the phone camera on the pillow and posed.
 
It was a shot of her buttocks.
 
She flexed her muscles so that her body
looked its optimum.
  
It was an amazing
shot, if she did say so herself.

“Perfection,” he replied.

"Please delete," she said.

"Never," he replied.  "Hard for
you."

Chapter Ten

Danielle smiled and rolled over, fully embracing her
pillow.
 
She missed him too.  One
more time, she relieved the unreal, amazing sex that they had shared that
day.
 
The feeling of the incredible
orgasms that she experienced.
 
She
thought about them until she was satiated.
 
She didn’t want to think about them anymore, for now.
 

She drifted off to sweet sleep.  She slept so soundly that
she didn’t even dream.
 
After weeks and
weeks of sleepless nights when her late husband had suddenly been struck so
ill, the sleep was so incredibly welcomed.
 

She was awaken by a handsome prince.  Richie had come
home earlier than he said he was going to.  His beautiful mouth brushed
her cheek until she stirred.

"Hi there, " he said with the warmest of
smiles.  "I have something I have to tell you."

Danielle got way ahead of herself.  She was imagining
all sorts of things that he could be getting ready to tell her.  She
imagined that someone who shouldn’t found out about them.
 
Whatever it was, it had to be super important
if he drove over before the crack of dawn to tell her. 

She started to get out of bed.  She threw back the
covers and revealed a satin teddy short set.  He paused. 

"My God but you're beautiful.  Don't get out of
bed.  Here," he handed her a cup of coffee.

"What a sweetheart," she said and cozied back up
against the pillow.

He had his own cup.  The room smelled
amazing."What do you have to tell me?" she asked patiently.

"I am going back to school," he said.

He was very proud of his announcement, she could see.
 
They each took a sip of the wonderful coffee
that he made.

"Oh! I am so glad you came around!" she shouted
with glee.

She was careful not to get too excited with the full coffee
cup in hand.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked her.
 
“I mean when I am not here?”

"I absolutely promise," she said.
 
“And you’ll come home for school break.
 
I mean sometimes, right?
 
When you’re not traveling the world looking
for that perfect wine technique?”

There was a pang of disappointment but she didn't dare tell
him that.   It was a mild hope not grounded in reality that he would
stay and that they could carry on in the magic realm of her luxury home. 

“I certainly will,” he smiled.
 
“I miss you already.
 
But now that mention it,
 
the south of France doesn’t sound half bad.
 
Maybe Sonoma?
 
Hmm, I may have to think about this.”

He teased.

“Please go to school,” she said in a small voice.

“I am going.
 
I
already put a call into my advisor.
 
He
thinks we can work something out given the circumstances,” he said.

“I am so proud of you,” she said.

And she was.
 
Warmth
bloomed in her heart for him.
 
As much as
part of her wishes she could keep him to herself forever, she was proud and
happy to let him go.
  
She would never
forget what they share -- neither would he, she knew that --
 
there was nothing real about what they had shared. It
was literally out of this world.

 
Each partner was
different.  She made no comparisons between Richie and Jerry. Jerry
was so amazing in all ways that were he alive today, she would never even think
about straying.
 
But he wasn’t there
anymore.
 
And Richie was here and
now.   It was important for her to separate from her own desires to
let him go on to what he needed to do. Danielle resolved to support him in
every way she could.
 
She knew in her
heart of hearts, this pleasure that they had known -- that she and Al and he
shared -- would never be shared by the three of them or even the two of them
again.

He reached over and stroked her thighs.  His hand was
lovely and warm from holding the coffee cup.  His fingers started to stray
but Danielle caught them.  She simply held his hand affectionately. 

"How about some breakfast?" she asked him.

It would be the first meal in days  that didn't come
out of a box.  It felt kind of good to create.  She wrapped an
apron over her satin teddy and cooked.  She whipped up biscuit dough for
him first.  He nibbled her neck while he watched her work.  He placed
his hand over hers as she divvied up the dough into portions. 

Next was the bacon.  Together they set up the
pan.  He reached around her, separating the strips in the pan.  He
got her vegetarian bacon and cooked it in a separate egg pan.
 
She took the bacon out to drain it on a paper
towel and just as he was about to drain the grease, she smacked his hand
playfully.

“No no.
 
You have to
wait and see,” she said.

“I do, do I?” he said.

She fried the biscuit dough in the bacon grease.
 
  Once again, Richie ensconced
Danielle with his tall big body and his long arms.  It was a flirtatious
cooking session but nothing came of it.  They just had such tremendous
affection for one another.

After all was said and done, they put together eggs, biscuits
and bacon and enjoyed a fat breakfast out in the sun room.  The warmth
streamed through the windows and it was luscious. 
 
The view outside of their equestrian lawn was
spectacular.
 
Danielle was filled with
gratitude.

Of course it was easy to be grateful when she was a thirty
something stepmother being fed a delicious full meal by her sweet nineteen year
old stepson.
 
Despite all that had
happened, life was good.

“So we were thinking you might like to drive up with
us," he said.  "Nothing more than having your wonderful
company.
 
I promise no fun stuff."

He winked.
 
They were
both on the same page.
 
In another place
and time, she and Richie might have been super good together.
 
For now it was clear they were just
friends.
 
If the time was right again, she
would welcome the experience.

“I will think about it,” she said.  “Not decided. 
I am not sure I know what I want to do with myself.  I was thinking this
is a super big house and I might like to get a roommate.  You know maybe a
girlfriend to share the place with.  One of the women who likes riding
horses.”

"I think that's a fine idea," said Richie. 

He leaned across the table and kissed her.  It was a
simple, chaste kiss.  They finished their breakfast and went about their
days, separately.

By: Emily Sharpe

Marly and Rick, an MOB
Romance

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It was the worst bad hair day for her since she started
working at The Knot, an events planning company that caters to weddings,
birthdays, anniversaries, graduations and even christening. Her company can
cater to almost every occasion.

Marly, in her usual blue pencil suit, sat idly at her
cubicle while staring at the wedding pictures her most recent client sent
yesterday. She wasn’t able to take pictures of her own for documentation
because the couple had specifically requested for all photos to be taken by a
photographer of their choice. Although reluctant, she had agreed with the terms
since the clients agreed to provide the pictures she will be needing for her report.

The photographer did a decent job in capturing perfect
moments for the couple, their visitors and the celebration itself, but none of
the photos showed what she was looking for. None of it captured the moment that
got stuck in her head. She should have been done with her report if she had
thought of secretly taking a shot.

“Having a bad hair day?” Erin asked as she sat at the edge
of the table.

“I wish this was just a bad hair day. Life would have been
so much better.” Marly rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Richard didn’t get the pictures right again? That idiot.”

Erin came to work for The Knot a year after she started. The
woman had always carried a positive vibe around her. She was mostly the source
of inspiration for all the events planner when things got too challenging.

“Richard could have nailed the shot if he was allowed to.
Unfortunately, this couple had their own photographer and insisted on having a
single camera capturing every moment.”

She stood up and grabbed her mug. Coffee. A huge mug of
steaming coffee would be a nice diversion. No matter how long she stared at the
computer screen, her dilemma would still be the same.

“I heard the boss is negotiating with a filthy rich client.”
Erin blurted out while she poured coffee on her cup as well. “The groom is a
ranch owner willing to pay millions just to have a perfect wedding.”

“It would be a perfect project except for the probability
that it will be held in a ranch.” She took a sip of her own coffee before
continuing. ”Ugh, I hate farm animals and the dry dusty soil.”

“We’ll find out soon who gets the handle the job.” Erin
chuckled as they head back to their workstations. “Just pray it won’t be you.”

Marly sat back on her chair and closed the picture viewer on
her computer. She could work on the report later. She checked her new emails
and started reading the important ones while deleting the spam and promotional
emails.

“Ladies, ladies!” The owner and manager of The Knot, Jeremy
Jenkins clapped his hand loudly to get everyone’s attention. “As you may have
heard, we have a new deal. This will be the biggest project ever so I want its
execution to be perfectly flawless.”

She had a gut feeling that she wouldn’t like the next words
that would come out of her manager. And her suspicion was affirmed when the
manager glanced at her way.
Oh no!

“Marly, sweetheart. Can you come over?” He asked with an
extra sweet tone.

She forced a smile on her face as she walked toward where
her manager stood. He placed a hand around her shoulders, smiling widely at the
everyone.

“I’m happy to announce that I’m handing this project to our
senior events planner and the most sought after bachelorette in the company.
Let’s all give a round of applause to congratulate Marly!”

The clapping of everyone’s hands echoed all over the floor.
The pride she had for her success and growth in the company resonated in her
aura. It’s not difficult to spot her since she was a tall woman with a little
more flesh than the most admired skinny type of women. Her Latin blood was
evident in her physical features.

“Thank you, Jeremy. You can always count on me.” She shook
his hand and laughed with delight.

“We can a have a toast after the event.”

Jeremy led her outside of the floor and into his private
office. She sat comfortably at the white lounge chair facing his desk while he
poured whiskey on a glass.

“The client is Maverick Lane. Does the name ring a bell?”

She knew she heard it somewhere, but she was unsure who
exactly was this person or what he does.

“He owns ranches in Montana. One of the popular tourist
destination is Lone Mountain Guest House.”

Oh.
So the famous Rick Lane was getting married. How wonderful. But did Jeremy just
mention Montana?

“I know that look, Marly. You can’t refuse the job just
because you don’t like cowboys and horses. You need this for your promotion.”

“What?” That was something she didn’t expect. “You’re not
serious, are you?”

“I don’t play games when working, honey. You know that very
well.”

“But you can’t use my promotion against me. You know how I
feel about ranches and farms.” It was a desperate and pathetic reasoning, but
that was all she could think of.

“Take it, Marly. Suck it up. It’s either this or forget your
promotion.”

Of course, her promotion was worth everything. It was the
reason why she had worked so hard in the past three years. It was her dream and
wanted it pretty badly. But she really abhorred the countryside. She had her
reasons for hating it which no one knew about.

“Mr. Lane already arranged everything. You’ll be gone for
two weeks so make sure you pack your things accordingly. A charter plane will
take you to Montana two days from now.” He paused upon seeing her contorted
face. “You can personally present your proposal to him after an ocular
inspection.”

“A rush wedding?”