Into the Light

Shit! I wasn’t asking that. What the fuck was wrong with me? Honestly, you would think that my brain would be smart enough to realize where this conversation was heading.

Instead, I remained quiet until she asked me to pull over at her apartment. I don’t know why but I turned off the engine, almost like I was on auto-pilot.

“Thanks for tonight, Montana,” I continued to stare out the front window avoiding her gaze.

“It doesn’t have to be over, Lex.” The palm of her hand rested on my thigh, slowly moving up until it was sitting firmly on my dick. FUCK!

“Montana,” I murmured.

She told me to be quiet, and I placed my hand on top of hers to remove it but instead she tightened her grip on my cock, FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I don’t know how long I sat there, it could have been seconds or minutes. My head was a scattered mess and my body felt numb, knowing this was wrong. She pulled my hand towards her, directing it under her dress (which she slid up) and placed it firmly on her bare pussy.

NO NO NO!

I pulled away, images of Charlotte flashing through my mind faster than a bullet train. I couldn’t do this… I still loved my wife. I still wanted my wife.

“Montana, you know I can’t do this. You are beautiful but I’m married.”

She shuffled her body a little closer. “Lex, I know you’re married, not necessarily happy. This can be a one-time thing, I promise. No strings attached… You wouldn’t be so hard if you didn’t want me.”

Where the hell was my voice, the stupid mutha fucker ran into its panic room and locked the door behind it.

She took my silence as a yes and moved my hand back towards her, this time pushing my finger inside her pussy until I abruptly pulled away.

“Montana, no… I love my wife. Despite what’s going on, it will only ever be Charlotte.”

I pulled all hands away, starting the engine, waiting for her to exit.

“I...I...I’m sorry…” she stammered.

“Listen, it’s late. I need to get home.”

She opened the car door and climbed out; she leaned in one more time. “Mr. Edwards… I don’t know what came over me…I hope this doesn’t change our working arrangement.”

“We can talk about this tomorrow.” I remained still until the door closed.

That night, when I got home, I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my body vigorously, attempting to wash away tonight’s events. I knew there was no chance in hell I could continue working with Montana, and fuck if I just opened myself up for a lawsuit. Great, you can get your wife to represent you in a sexual harassment claim!

I climbed into bed that night, knowing Charlotte had heard me. I needed her at this moment more than ever, but as I looked at the clock, I knew that my coming home at 2:45am would not be well received, so I remained quiet until Charlotte questioned me as to where I had been.

…

I sat at my desk, watching the clock, unable to move a muscle. Charlotte had called me several times, and being the dick I was, I let it go to voicemail. I didn’t know how to handle what happened last night; this morning was bad enough as I could have sworn I looked guilty of having my finger inside someone else’s pussy.

Today, I had offered Montana a job at another company I had invested in, which she gladly accepted. Her ego was bruised, and thankfully she was mature enough to not take this further, because she held the cards and could destroy me.

The cell rang again and I looked at the caller ID. It was Nikki.

“What do you want?” I answered, defeated.

“Act however you want to act Edwardss but I’m warning you that you are on the verge of losing your wife.”

Honestly, women and their overly dramatic emotions.

“Nikki, I’ll be right there, okay? I’m just leaving.”

“So tell me, Lex, is Montana worth losing your family over?”