Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

Eric: Hurry up woman! My wank bank is in need of a refill!

“Looks like you won, Mr. Edwards, what a shame…”

“If you weren’t soaking wet again, I would somehow think you were trying to weasel your way out of this. Now shut the fuck up and bring your beautiful ass here.”

And in the morning sunshine in the light of day, he takes me in our bed, again.

LEX

I sit at my desk, watching the clock, unable to move a muscle.

Charlotte has called me several times, and being the dick I am, I let it go to voicemail. I don’t know how to handle what happened last night. This morning was bad enough as I swear I looked guilty of having my finger near someone else’s pussy.

Today, I offered Montana a job at another company I invested in, which she gladly accepted. Her ego is bruised, and thankfully she’s mature enough not to take this further because she holds the cards that can destroy me.

The phone rings again, and I glance at the caller ID. Nikki.

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

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

Honestly, women and their overly dramatic emotions. Nikki always has to voice her opinion when it comes to Charlotte’s and my relationship.

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

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

“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” I trail off.

“Right, I have no idea what I’m talking about. That’s why today I found divorce papers drawn up by Charlie on our server.”

I freeze, my body stiffening at the use of the word ‘divorce.’ Nikki is causing unnecessary drama. Charlotte will never leave me.

“That’s right. You don’t believe me?” She almost laughs. “Check your email.”

I hear a ping and quickly open the email, the attachment sitting in front of me titled ‘Edwards vs. Edwards.’ My heart sinks to the lowest pit possible. I have royally fucked everything up and have no idea how to fix anything. With a wave of nausea threatening me, my stomach hardens as reality begins to set in.

“I’ll take your silence to mean you had no idea,” she deadpans.

I’m speechless. I don’t want her to leave me. Why would she leave me? Yes, I’d made life impossible for her, but we agreed to this unity until death us to part. Listen to yourself, you’ve fucked her up and trying to place blame on her now. You narcissist piece of shit, Edwards.

“I’m warning you now, Edwards, so listen to me real good. I don’t know what you’re doing or who you’re doing, but you might want to rethink your actions because as you sit there wallowing in self-pity, a certain journalist is here at the gala, and I can tell you now that your wife seems to be enjoying his company.”

The fucking scumbag.

A wave of fury crashes through me at the thought of him trying to win her back. I panic, needing to get out of here.

“Nikki, please promise me you won’t let her do anything,” I plea, desperately.

She remains quiet.

I can hear whispers in the background.

“I’ve got my eye on her. You just better be on your way here because it looks like your competition is this close to winning his girl back.”

I h

ang up the call quickly and dash out to my car. I speed home, then rush inside and quickly change into my tux. As I race back to the car and drive off, I’m lucky not to get pulled over for what I am clocking. I drive up the long, winding driveway, frustrated that the parking lot is full, but luckily, I find a spot in a dark corner.