Something So Right
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Authors: Natasha Madison
Something So Right
©2016 Natasha Madison
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TO MY HUSBAND WHO LET ME WRITE THIS BOOK AND TO MY KIDS WHO SAID PLEASE DON’T USE YOUR REAL NAME. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS
Giddy like a kid in a candy store, I skip up the front steps of the house. I haven’t seen him since he skated off the ice this morning and left me squirming in the locker room. Who knew dirty talk could be downright titillating? This girl right here, that’s who.
I should just walk in like I normally do, but the door is locked, so I ring the doorbell, glancing around at the other houses. It’s so peaceful this time of day. Families getting ready to either go to the big football game or making dinner. The sound of footsteps draws my attention back to the door, with the goofiest smile I’ve ever had.
“Hey—” The words die in my throat as I see a blond girl with legs all the way up to her throat wearing the same T-shirt he had on today.
This can’t be happening.
Heart pounding to an erratic rhythm, all the blood must have rushed to my head because I’m suddenly hot.
“Can I help you?” Barbie asks, all perky and shit.
“Ummm,” I stumble, trying to find my words because all I can think about is getting out of here before I embarrass myself or better yet get arrested for attempted murder. I mean, he was just with me almost naked!
“I was looking for Coop. Is he here?” The words finally dislodge from my throat.
She twirls her hair in her hand. Of course she does. She’s a fucking Barbie. “Yeah, he just stepped in the shower. Who are you?”
“Oh, um, I’m Parker, his rehab coach.”
“Oh, I have heard so much about you. I’m Monica, the fiancée,” she says, flashing her five-carat ring.
How did I not notice that rock while she was twirling her fucking hair?
“Nice to meet you. I was just dropping by to let him know the hours have changed for practice tomorrow and that Tom will be there to assist him,” I say flatly, proud of myself for not saying what’s really on my mind.
“Okay, do you want to come in and wait for him? He should be out any second.”
Is she out of her fucking mind? I’m totally going to be superficial and say she’s a fucking airhead.
“No.” I smile. “I’m headed out of town, so if you can just let him know.”
“Oh, I’ll totally tell him.”
Ugh, is that bile coming up my throat?
“Thanks.” Without another word, I dash down the steps and whip my cell phone out. How, how in the ever loving fuck is this happening again? How is this possible? How many fucking people did I piss off on that karma bus?
Meg answers on the first ring.
“Road trip.” My voice cracks, and I don’t know how, but she knows. She just knows I need her.
“I’m packing. I’ll be ready in five.”
A sob makes it out just as I press end and throw my phone across the car. I hope it smashes into pieces like my heart is right now.
Two months before...
Beep beep beep
. Slowly, I pry my eyes open to peek at the alarm clock. Ugh, 2:23 a.m.
This is going to be a long ass day. I drag myself up to a sitting position and try to gaze through my window. The illumination of the streetlight is shining in just a bit.
“Momma, is it time for school?” my beautiful five-year-old blond-headed baby girl asks me.
“No, baby, time for Momma to go to work. Matthew will be putting you on the bus today. Don’t forget.” I look down at my girl and think how much things have changed for her. She was our surprise baby, the result of that one time I had too much wine in my system.
We had been trying to get pregnant since Matthew turned five. Five years later, she showed up. The saying better late than never is fitting.
We were so happy, so fulfilled. Our family was complete. Sure, it was tough
since James was usually on the road, and I was the one constantly there. A stay-at-home mom. Don’t get me wrong. I loved having the chance to raise my kids. James took a job with travel. At the time it was the best decision for us. The money was great. I just wasn’t counting on it being such a
struggle, almost like I was a single mom. It was tough, I’m not going to lie. Getting used to the night feedings again, the teething, the diapers...it was a big adjustment, but I was so happy doing it. She was my angel.
James and I were high school sweethearts, the big cliché you read about. We started with hanging around in the same circle. Always flirting, always making sure the other knew where we would be. It was easy to fall in love. We were the annoying couple always looking for each other. The one that did everything together. We were attached at the hip, so much that we chose the same college. The next logical step was for us to get married. I couldn’t wait to be his wife.
He was my best friend, my go-to. Sure, we had problems. I mean, who doesn’t? Everyone fights. If they tell you they don’t, they are flat out lying to your face. We were in a slump, but that happens when a new baby is added into the mix, and your other kid is growing up, and you’re constantly running them to one activity or another.
It also didn’t help that he hired himself a female assistant. God, just thinking about it makes me cringe. So fucking cliché. You think it will never happen to you, that those stories happen to other people. They happen in books, they don’t actually happen to you, right? Oh, was I wrong.
Imagine my shock and actual horror when I decided to surprise James on his “business trip.” I was in for quite a few surprises. Actually, three.
One. I walked in quietly and found my husband pounding away at his fat ass assistant. I’m not even saying that because I’m bitter, it’s actually true. Where I have big knockers, she has a big. Fat. Ass.
Who knew I should have eaten more Big Macs to make him happy?
Anyhow, I was standing there shocked at first. Right. Then I realized I’d been standing there at
least two minutes, and he was still going strong.
Seems my minute man is only a minute when it comes to me.
The second surprise was that he was actually touching her clit!
Dude, what the fuck!
He’s always had trouble finding mine. In fact, it was so bad I almost went out to have my clit pierced to make sure he didn’t miss it. I made excuses for him at first, being as we were both virgins when we got together. Hell, at nineteen I remember getting a mirror out and going to town on myself to make sure it was really there. In case you’re wondering, it was. I can’t make this shit up. Once when he was going to town on me, it was as if he were a toddler licking away at the ice cream that was melting around the cone instead of focusing on the ice cream on top.
Third, is the dirty talk.
“You like that, baby? You want it harder, baby?”
Usually with me it was more grunting and of course the “I’m coming.” That was the last straw. I yelled, or at least I thought I yelled. It may have been more of an evil laugh or maybe I just went crazy. When he turned and saw me with my jacket almost falling off me and my bags dropped by my feet, he looked pained.
I think I cried. I really can’t remember. I do, however, remember him pulling his dick out of her vagina, with no fucking condom on. What a fucking asshole, what a fucking douche. I hope he is catching some kind of penis eating disease.
Rolling off her while she tried to cover her fat vagina—okay, maybe I’m still a little bitter—leaving her mosquito bite size tits in the air, he rushed to me. He tried to make me look at him.
I mean, yeah, we were in a dry spell. Well, obviously I was, but it happens, right? People get busy, schedules overlap, him traveling, the baby with night feedings, being exhausted, not making time for each other, the kids’ schedules. Just plain life.
Fuck, am I that stupid, am I that naïve? Why the hell didn’t I suspect it? Why didn’t I see it?
I heard him say things like “this isn’t what it looks like.” Umm, excuse me a second, but is your dick not still wet? Are you actually touching me with the fingers that were just on her vagina?
I don’t remember much, but I do remember rushing to the bathroom and throwing up.
I want to say that I got over it fast, but I’d be lying. He was supposed to be my forever. He was my forever until he fucked around, and I couldn’t forgive him. The night I caught him I hightailed it out of there like my ass was on fire. I also drowned my sorrows in a bottle of vodka, thanks to my best friend who was there to collect me when I stepped off the plane.
Now, two years later, douche is with douchette, and they are happily traveling, working, and banging together. The only rough side to this is that I have to face them every second week when they pick up Allison and a reluctant Matthew.
