“Yeah, she was about to hand the camera back to me,” I explain, “and that’s not what I wanted to show you.”
“Men,” she chuckles, “it doesn’t matter where we are, as soon as you’re done, you pull the plug.”
“So, what did she say?”
“Put the video back to where she starts talking,” Grace says.
I pull the phone closer to my face, doing my best to block the view in case I take the video back a bit too far, but Grace is leaning against me, looking over my shoulder.
“Do you mind?” I ask.
“Hey, you’re the one that blew off my medical procedure and then came over here to show me a video of you nailing your girlfriend,” she protests. “I think it’s only fair that I get to see the money shot.”
I try to ignore her as I manage to find a spot on the video before Melissa starts talking, but after the POV portion a few seconds before, I hit play again.
“All right,” Grace says as Melissa starts talking now. “Right there she’s saying, ‘Do you like that? Oh, I know you like that.’ That in itself isn’t necessarily anything bad, but it’s what she says next — right here: ‘You love watching someone else fuck me, don’t you?’ She’s saying, ‘I know you wish this was your cock inside me again.’”
I feel sick.
There was a small glimmer of hope that maybe I was just rea
ding the wrong words on Melissa’s lips, but what Grace is saying is exactly what I was hearing.
“This part, I don’t quite get,” she says. “It looks like she’s mouthing the words, ‘Die, I can’t wait to have you inside me again.’”
“She’s not saying ‘die,’” I tell Grace.
“What’s she saying?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s saying ‘Ty.’ It’s her boss’s name,” I answer. “He gave her a promotion yesterday.”
“Now, that can’t feel good,” Grace says, not being burdened with any perceptible amount of restraint. “What are you going to do?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
“So, you’re looking for a reason to stay with her,” Grace says. “That’s why you came over here. You already knew what she was saying, otherwise you wouldn’t be having your little freakout.”
“People make mistakes,” I answer, hating myself for it. “Maybe we can work this out. I mean, we don’t really know that she’s even done anything with him-”
“I think the words ‘Ty, I can’t wait to have you inside me again’ would beg to differ,” Grace says. Then, in a softer voice, she asks, “Are you okay?”
No.
No, I’m not.
“Would you mind hanging out here for a bit?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “I think I’ve already taken up enough of your time, and I’ve got to, you know, get back so I can decide if I want to try to work through this or tell Melissa to pack her shit and get the hell out of my apartment.”
“Where is she now?”
It’s a good question.
“I don’t know,” I answer.
“Well then,” she says, “give her a call and if she answers, go ahead and get home so you can do what you need to do. If she doesn’t answer, well, you’re not going to be able to do much sitting alone in your apartment waiting for her, other than to spiral.”
“I think I’m already there,” I tell her.