Was he fucking serious? I quickly text back.
It doesn’t stop you.
Woo! Turns out I do have some balls.
I’m warning you Charlie. Remember who you belong to.
Meh…load of fucking shit. Yeah it was the vodka talking because smart mouth Charlotte was back from the dead.
Lol so I’m Charlie tonight? I’ll remember that Alex. Leopards don’t change their spots.
I was pissed off, because if I wasn’t drunk I wouldn’t have thrown the past back in his face.
You are my wife so tell the fucktard who is trying to grope your tits to back the fuck up or I will fuck him up more than you can imagine.
So he was here… I shoved my cell back in my pocket, ignoring his last comment. I pulled the guy closer to me; yeah I know it was mean, because it’s not his fault that I was a cocktease, because I was trying to get back at my husband.
The music was blaring, and I danced with different guys, each one of them definitely easy on the eyes. Bulls would be so proud of me. The dirty whore would be stealing the limelight if she was here. If Lex was here, he hadn’t come to claim his property. Obviously he didn’t care enough to bother. Numbers were being shoved in my pocket along with whispers of “I’d love to slide my cock in between your tits.” I didn’t care; I was having the time of my life. I wasn’t doing anything wrong; I was a fucking faithful wife. Pity I couldn’t say the same about Lex, and that thought alone made me hit up the bar for another round before the night became one big blur.
The club incident happened over a month ago now and nothing had changed. Lex flew to London for two weeks and had only returned yesterday. I was yet to see him, the only reason I knew he landed was the ever so warm text, simply stating… landed.
I kept myself busy with the black and white gala that our firm was throwing in conjunction with a cancer charity. Bulls and Eric came up with the idea; by some miracle they managed to get Adriana involved. She was far from being her normal self, but slowly, she was starting to function as a human being again. She had come over twice this week so Andy and Amelia could play. We chatted briefly and she even ate some lunch. Rocky and Bulls were flying in tomorrow with Will. Thankfully, Emily being the fantastic women she was, offered to babysit all the kids that night so we could enjoy the event. The sad part was I had to send Lex an invite via his new assistant, Montana. Don’t even get me fucking started on that.
The night before the gala, I laid awake in bed, waiting for him to come home. I switched on the lamp as I felt him crawl into bed. I looked at the clock, 2:45am.
“Where were you?” I asked, a slight tremble in my voice.
“Caught up in a meeting, sorry.”
“It’s 2:45am? Really, Lex, do I look like I came down in the last shower?”
“I know what time it is, and frankly I’m tired.”
He turned over with his back towards me, I switched the lamp off and with every morsel in my body, I held back the tears. I had no idea how to proceed from here, he still wouldn’t talk and my thoughts were spiraling out of control so much that I had even drawn up divorce papers. It had finally come to that and tomorrow night would be the decider.
I woke the next morning to find him at the breakfast table with Amelia sitting in her highchair. They were laughing and I couldn’t help but notice how happy he was, his eyes sparkling again, but the moment he saw me standing in the doorway his demeanor changed. He became cold and distant. If I knew what I had done, then this would have been easier to deal with.
“I have that black tie event tonight for my firm. Will you still be able to make it?”
“I said I would, didn’t I,” he responded coldly.
That night I stood in front of the mirror, dressed and ready to go. The event started in fifteen minutes, his tux still hung waiting for him to come home. His phone rang several times; he didn’t text nor did he call so I left with a heavy heart, trying to make sense of how much longer we could go on like this. The papers were sitting in our study, hidden in my file; all you have to do is serve them, Charlie, and this nightmare is over.
“Charlie!” Eric called out, his sun-kissed tan looked fabulous against his tux.
“Hey, E.” I managed to smile.
“He’s not with you, is he?”
I shook my head, I was strong, I couldn’t let this get to me. Not tonight.
“Well, I need to meet me a man tonight. Charlie, my sex life is drier than the Sahara desert.”
“Eric, I thought you were seeing that actor… the one that’s in that soapie?”
“Yeah, well, kinda. Turns out soap actors are drama queens.”
“You don’t say?” I laughed, and it felt nice.