Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

“No, your Nan is fine, it’s nothing like that Elle.” Robyn said grabbing my knee as I plonked myself down into the armchair close by.

“What is it then, you both look distraught.”

“Chris I think you need to start this off.” Robyn said. Chris shook his head and looked across at me, a wretched grimace on his face.

“Jeez Chris, just spill it.” I urged.

“Fine, but remember I’m just the messenger. We don’t shoot the messenger do we ladies?” I ignored him using my hands to urge him to speak up and cut the crap.

“Okay, okay.” He winced. “Do you remember ages ago, in the office, when we googled Joe?”

“Yes I remember and we found nothing. What is this Chris?”

“Well, I was talking to Colin yesterday after you left. He said something that got me thinking.”

“What? What did Colin say that got you thinking? Come on dude just spit it out.”

Chris took a big breath in then continued, “We searched Joseph and Joe didn’t we?”

“Yes… keep going.”

“So Colin asked me if we’d ever googled Joey.”

I laughed, “Err no! Because no one in the world would ever call him Joey. Is there a point to all of this?”

“See that’s what I thought, until I saw this…” Robyn sank back into the sofa and put her head in her hands as Chris twisted the laptop on the coffee table round to face me and said, “I’m so sorry Ella.”

What I saw shattered my whole world into a million pieces and broke my heart completely. There in front of me was a sick, disgusting, horrible website, the title across the top read, ‘Joey M putting the fuck into fucking fit’. It made my skin crawl but that was nothing compared to what the pictures did to me. He looked younger than he was now, but there was no doubt it was my Joe there in all his glory, with women, a lot of different women, each picture showing some perverse or depraved sex act.

The first was Joe receiving a blow job from some older blonde plastic bimbo, the next a picture of Joe fucking some woman over a pool table, her fake tits on show. I felt sick to my stomach but I couldn’t stop myself scrolling down to the next picture, Joe and two women this time, one brunette one red head. The brunette was sitting astride him obviously riding his cock whilst he was fingering the red head.

I hadn’t realised I was crying till Robyn passed me a tissue. I ignored her and scrolled down further and almost passed out as a video instantly started to play. It was Joe and another guy roasting some woman. The guy was doing the video and receiving a blow job from the woman as Joe fucked her from behind and they high fived each other over her back for the camera.

“Make it stop, please stop it, I can’t watch that.” I cried. I thought seeing Adam’s infidelity was heart-breaking, but this was so so much worse.

“Stop the video Chris for Christ sakes.” Robyn shouted.

“It’s not my fault it’s on automatic replay” He snapped as he scrawled down to try and stop it as another video started playing and Joe’s voice echoed off the walls making sex noises and calling out “Fuck yeah suck me good sweet heart, fuck you’re so good at that.”

I lost it completely and went to jump up from the sofa feeling like I was going to throw up. I couldn’t make it to the bathroom upstairs so I headed for the kitchen and retched into the sink. Chris and Robyn followed me, Robyn held my hair as Chris said, “We didn’t know what to do. We couldn’t not tell you though babe, you needed to know.” I nodded as I grabbed a tissue and wiped my mouth.

“So he’s some porn king or something?”

“From what we’ve found out it’s not porn. Well it is but not like you’d think. He was a personal trainer in L.A but his services went beyond just the standard exercises if you get what I mean.”

“An escort then.”

“Not even an escort, they hired him for his fitness training but he fucked them too. From what we’ve found there were no ‘dates’”

“Even worse then. A bloody prostitute.” I felt dirty right now.

“If you want to put a label on it then yeah I suppose. He has got another label though. One the L.A gossip press gave him.”

“Stop speaking in riddles Chris and just tell me what you’re talking about.”

“He had some pretty high profile ‘clients’ on his list. From other websites and gossip columns from back in the day we’ve seen that he was named in quite a few divorce papers.”

“What do you mean high profile?”