Prohibited: an erotic novel (25 page)

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I awoke, still alone in bed. A sliver of moonlight escaped from the window and I could tell that Michael was neither in bed nor in the room. Probably out fucking this woman he plans to leave me for I thought. I threw the covers off and realized that I was still in my clothes.

I let my bare feet hit the warm carpeted floor and took off my clothes replacing them with bedclothes. I realized that I was hungry, so I made my way from the bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room.

The house was dark except for the kitchen. Light slipped from under the door and made shadows on all the tables and vases. I pushed open the door to find Michael sitting at the table. When I walked entered, he looked up and smiled.

“Hey, finally awake?” He questioned taking a sip of whatever he was drinking in a blue mug.

I didn’t smile back but I sat down next to him at the table. It was difficult for me to hold my composure.

Just looking at him made me angry.

I could smell coffee coming from his cup.

I hated coffee.

“What brings you down here? Looking for these?” He said taking a huge gulp of his coffee while holding up a pair of my black lacy panties.

“Yes,” I said snatching them out of his hands.

 He left it at that and I was reminded of what happened earlier. I was grateful he didn’t inquire more.

My mind quickly went back to the documents I found.

“Did Mitchell eat and go off to bed alright?”

“He’s spending the night over Tommy’s house remember. That is why I let you sleep.”

He reached over and laid his hand on my elbow. I moved away from him. I was waiting for him to start complaining about how I never let him touch me.

It didn’t come.

In fact, it didn’t seem to bother him. He continued to drink his coffee as if nothing happened. I became so livid and enraged.

“You know what I found out today?” I asked with a huge smile on my face.

“Not sure.” He said looking surprised at my pseudo good mood.

His eyes searched my face, reaching into my thoughts, my guess, hoping to find out what I was talking about. My smile wiped away and I glared at him hostilely.

“I discovered my husband has filed for divorce and I had no clue.” I revealed.

He heaved a sigh and reached for me. I smacked his hand away.

“Michael you really want a divorce?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said running his fingers through his hair. “I was going to discuss this with you over lunch today,  but again you blew me off to have lunch with your girlfriends.”

I had more than lunch I thought.

“I do not believe this?” I said. “After all I have sacrificed for you?”

By this time I was completely disgusted with him. I made my way to the other side of the kitchen. He stared at me with what seemed to be disbelief on his face. Anger started to appear in his eyes.

“You sacrificed for me? Are you serious?” He questioned.

I turned my back on him.

“Yes I sacrificed for you. I didn’t so much as blink while you slept with only God knows who. I stayed devoted to you and this is what I get. You’re abandoning your family for some slut!”

“You, my dear, may have been devoted to your children, your parents, your friends but you have never been devoted to me.” He said slamming his fist on the table.

“How dare you say that?” I screamed.

“I have tried for years. I suggested we go to therapy hoping that we could make this work, but you know what you do? You ignore me and walk out of therapy when you feel like it.”

“You should have picked a better doctor. That one was a quack!”

“That is not the fucking point!” He exclaimed.

“Watch your foul language.” I chastised

“I cannot believe you are acting as if you did not see this coming. I deserve to be happy for once.” He said taking a sip of his coffee.

After tasting, he made a face and walked over to the sink pouring the remainder of the coffee down the drain. He sighed and leaned against the counter.

With a flash, he grabbed the mug and flung it against the wall. It made a sickening crash and shattered into pieces on the floor. I just stared at the broken pieces of glass.

“Are you crazy?” I shouted.

He walked back to the table and sat down.

“Maria, I am finished. I cannot live like this anymore. I can’t live with this lie anymore.”

My lie or his lie?

“Michael, I do not understand you.”

He placed his head in his hands and heaved a sigh.

“Maria, darling, I love you but I feel it’s over between us.”

“No Michael. No. We are not getting a divorce. You cannot do this to me. What will people think?”

He shook his head.

“Do I look like I care what people think? It’s over and we are getting a divorce whether you like it or not.”

I just stared at him. I could feel my heart starting to race. For a second I could not breathe. I walked to the table and sat down. I had to process this information.

A divorce?

This will ruin me. I cannot get a divorce. The room started to spin and I thought about Selena and her divorce and I just had to ask.

“Michael, do you love her?”

“Who?” He pretended not to know what I was talking about.

“Your current mistress.”

He looked up at me and he was silent. He turned. He didn’t need to speak; I could see it in his eyes. I was speechless.

“Michael how could you?”

This time I stood from the table. I was already flooded with emotions. I knew his answer and I was disgusted.

“Is she worth losing your family over?” I grilled. “Destroying our name, our image and our place in this community?”

He laughed.

“You don’t get it and you will never get it. I don’t give a damn about an image. Our image was ruined with the first woman I fucked.”

He just had to be so cruel.

“I cheat on you and there is no emotion from you, no concern. You were relieved. You had no passion for me. It is all about you. I’m sick of it.”

He said running his fingers through his hair.

I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him any longer. I rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom.

I just stood there and stared at our room, our bed.

All of a sudden anger took over me and I could not stop myself. I was angry, tearing sheets, pillows and comforters off the bed. I couldn’t sleep in this bed with him. I felt so dirty.

I was so angry with him, at my mother and at myself. I was so afraid that if I lost Michael I would lose it all. I would end up like Selena. At the thought of her, a new wave of nausea overcame me. I raced to the bathroom just in time to spill out my soul.

Maxine

“So, your wife doesn’t like me very much.” I stated nonchalantly munching on a bowl of popcorn, extra butter of course.

I had my feet up on the coffee table relaxing in Mikey’s condo waiting for the pizza to arrive.

Julia was supposed to hang out with us, but her little bartender is keeping her busy lately. She would much rather be with him.

I don’t blame her.

 This was the very first time I chilled at Mikey’s place and so far I was not impressed. The décor was feminine and slightly boring. There was no pizzazz or color. Everything was neutral. I knew Mikey long enough to know he didn’t have a hand in the decorating.

Mikey smiled reaching in the bowl and grabbing a handful.

“Why do you say that?” He asked shoveling the whole pile into his mouth.

I never spent that much time with Mikey’s wife. When we were in college he never brought her around much. When we all hung out she was always off with her sorority finding something to do other than hang out with us.

Lately, she and Mikey have gone on quite a few double dates with Julia and her new boy toy Justin. Yet when I am around, she is nowhere to be found. Needless to say she has some kind of problem with me and I never knew why?

“Don’t play dumb. Just be honest. Your wife does not like me.” I said looking him squarely in the eyes.

He heaved a sigh.

“Well Maxi, she just finds you a little…out there.”

Out there? After pondering that term for a second I realized that ‘out there’ could mean quite a few things. It could mean I was out in the world exploring new things. It could mean I was brave enough to expose my vulnerabilities. Yet, I had a sneaky suspicion that is not what she meant.

“She thinks I’m a slut?”

He didn’t answer either way. He just stood from the couch and began to pace. He did that a lot when he needed to think what to say next. I have learned from this past year he gets that from his dad.

“I wouldn’t say a slut,” he began

I was starting to get more than a little offended. Stacey didn’t know me nor did she ever try to get to know me. I was smart enough to know that there was more to it than she thinks I’m a whore. I decided to let it go.

“Whatever.” I said shoving more popcorn in my mouth.

Mikey sighed and sat back down on the couch. There was silence for a minute. It felt awkward and there were never any awkward silences between Mikey and I. There has been lots of tension every since he found out I was sleeping with his father.

It’s not surprising.

“So when is that pizza coming?” I asked trying to shatter the uncomfortable quiet.

He stared at me for a second. I could not place the look or emotion in his eyes, but something was there and it didn’t look good at all. Then Mikey grabbed my feet from the coffee table and swung me around until my feet were placed solidly in his lap. He slowly began to softly massage them.

“The pizza will be here when it gets here.” He chuckled.

I was still trying to place his demeanor. He seemed like he was tense but the way he was massaging my feet gave the impression he was relaxed. I was starting to tense up. I was afraid he knew I didn’t stop seeing Michael.

I tried so many times to break it off but Michael just kept calling and kept dropping by with gifts and-a hard awaiting dick.

With any other man it would have been easy to stay away and not be sucked into this affair, but as hard as I tried, my emotions were getting involved and I started to fall for him.

Lately the thought of being without him leaves a pit in the bottom of my stomach and the thought of seeing him makes me so happy. When he is not with me, I am so upset knowing he is at home in bed with his wife. The good news, she’s not fucking him.