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I feel a warm body against my back pulling me closer to a hard chest. I don’t want to wake up from my dream, but I can smell the nice scent of a man’s cologne that stimulates my desires. I feel kisses on my neck, and I moan a little.
The only thing I can say is, “Mmmmm… I missed you. Thank you for coming back.” I snuggle back into the body, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Scott’s arms around me. Wait! What? How in the world did Scott get into my house? I never gave him a key! Fuck, I’m not dreaming, and this isn’t Scott! I jump up out of bed to see who the hell is lying next to me! I turn the table lamp on and see my husband’s brown eyes looking up at me. I let out a shaky breath, but my body is still trembling uncontrollably. The first irrational thought that crosses my mind is that I’m lucky I didn’t say Scott’s name. I really didn’t want to have another conversation about him tonight!
“I guess you missed me more than I thought,” I say with a nervous laugh. I turn the light off and crawl back into bed to give Tony a kiss.
“Yeah, of course I did! I couldn’t stay away from your incredibly sexy body any longer! Listen, I’m sorry I startled you, but who else could I have been?”
“Oh, so it’s just my body that you missed?” I tease, ignoring the rest of his comment.
“Of course not, baby. I missed you, and I missed being with you. You are my whole world, Grace,” Tony’s voice begins to slur as he falls asleep. I give him a kiss and snuggle back into his arms as I try to find sleep again, too.
I get up when my alarm rings and immediately grab my phone to take it with me to the bathroom. I send a text to Scott telling him I won’t be able to see him today because Tony came home early. I walk out of the bathroom and see my husband sleeping so peacefully in the bed. I grab my robe and get Scottie ready for the day.
I notice I’ve missed several calls from Scott while I’m heading back home after dropping Scottie off at school. Something must be wrong, but what? I don’t bother listening to his voicemail; instead, I call him right away. I’m taken aback when he answers with no pleasantries; he gets right down to business.
“Grace, I need to speak to you right away. It’s important.” The urgency in his voice speaks volumes.
“You’re going to have to talk now because I’m on my way back home, and I’m pretty sure Tony will still be there.”
“Well…” Scott coughs into the phone but says nothing else.
“Well, what, Scott? Spit it out! I’m almost home!” I guess I’m a little on edge right now.
“Maxine is coming here,” he quietly slips out.
“SHE’S WHAT? What about me? You came to New York to spend time with me , not her!” I’m taken aback by the intensity of my reaction. Sure, I’m pissed that she’s coming here, but why should I be if they’re just friends? Why is she even coming here? What’s really going on between the two of them? I need answers, lots of answers.
“Grace, I did come here for you! You know that. She’s only coming because the press is reporting that I’m here frolicking with a beautiful red head.”
“I could’ve given you a heads up about the leak to the press last night if you would’ve responded to my texts. What were you doing that you were too busy to text me back?”
“I wasn’t with Maxine, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. She’s just a friend. I fell asleep because I haven’t gotten much rest thinking about you, dreaming about what I want to do with you…”
“Don’t try and flatter me, Scott Peters! And don’t try to change the subject! ‘Friends’ don’t fly half-way around the world because of a story in some gossip magazines! There’s obviously so much more between the two of you that you aren’t telling me! You know what? No. Forget it. I’m done with this. Whatever, or whoever, you do is your business. I’m home now, and I’m going in
I feel a warm body against my back pulling me closer to a hard chest. I don’t want to wake up from my dream, but I can smell the nice scent of a man’s cologne that stimulates my desires. I feel kisses on my neck, and I moan a little.
The only thing I can say is, “Mmmmm… I missed you. Thank you for coming back.” I snuggle back into the body, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Scott’s arms around me. Wait! What? How in the world did Scott get into my house? I never gave him a key! Fuck, I’m not dreaming, and this isn’t Scott! I jump up out of bed to see who the hell is lying next to me! I turn the table lamp on and see my husband’s brown eyes looking up at me. I let out a shaky breath, but my body is still trembling uncontrollably. The first irrational thought that crosses my mind is that I’m lucky I didn’t say Scott’s name. I really didn’t want to have another conversation about him tonight!
“I guess you missed me more than I thought,” I say with a nervous laugh. I turn the light off and crawl back into bed to give Tony a kiss.
“Yeah, of course I did! I couldn’t stay away from your incredibly sexy body any longer! Listen, I’m sorry I startled you, but who else could I have been?”
“Oh, so it’s just my body that you missed?” I tease, ignoring the rest of his comment.
“Of course not, baby. I missed you, and I missed being with you. You are my whole world, Grace,” Tony’s voice begins to slur as he falls asleep. I give him a kiss and snuggle back into his arms as I try to find sleep again, too.
I get up when my alarm rings and immediately grab my phone to take it with me to the bathroom. I send a text to Scott telling him I won’t be able to see him today because Tony came home early. I walk out of the bathroom and see my husband sleeping so peacefully in the bed. I grab my robe and get Scottie ready for the day.
I notice I’ve missed several calls from Scott while I’m heading back home after dropping Scottie off at school. Something must be wrong, but what? I don’t bother listening to his voicemail; instead, I call him right away. I’m taken aback when he answers with no pleasantries; he gets right down to business.
“Grace, I need to speak to you right away. It’s important.” The urgency in his voice speaks volumes.
“You’re going to have to talk now because I’m on my way back home, and I’m pretty sure Tony will still be there.”
“Well…” Scott coughs into the phone but says nothing else.
“Well, what, Scott? Spit it out! I’m almost home!” I guess I’m a little on edge right now.
“Maxine is coming here,” he quietly slips out.
“SHE’S WHAT? What about me? You came to New York to spend time with me , not her!” I’m taken aback by the intensity of my reaction. Sure, I’m pissed that she’s coming here, but why should I be if they’re just friends? Why is she even coming here? What’s really going on between the two of them? I need answers, lots of answers.
“Grace, I did come here for you! You know that. She’s only coming because the press is reporting that I’m here frolicking with a beautiful red head.”
“I could’ve given you a heads up about the leak to the press last night if you would’ve responded to my texts. What were you doing that you were too busy to text me back?”
“I wasn’t with Maxine, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. She’s just a friend. I fell asleep because I haven’t gotten much rest thinking about you, dreaming about what I want to do with you…”
“Don’t try and flatter me, Scott Peters! And don’t try to change the subject! ‘Friends’ don’t fly half-way around the world because of a story in some gossip magazines! There’s obviously so much more between the two of you that you aren’t telling me! You know what? No. Forget it. I’m done with this. Whatever, or whoever, you do is your business. I’m home now, and I’m going in
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