on for some time, since just after our marriage, to be exact. She is nothing to me, do you understand? And as for the marriage, it’s just a little piece of paper that still holds us together, which will soon be gone as well, do you understand? Emily and I are not an item! That evening when she saw you she decided to cause some mischief, that is all, it’s what she does! She will let no opportunity go by to hurt me in some way. Tell me you believe me, Selena!”
“I believe you, but why didn’t you just tell me all of this right from the start? I mean, you could have told me at any time, why keep it such a secret?”
“Hell, I don’t know? It didn’t seem so important? It fled my mind? I didn’t want to concern you with the sordid details of my fucked up marriage? Look Selena, it wasn’t my idea to get married to her in the first place, and I suppose I feel, or rather, felt responsible, in a way.”
“Tell me.”
“Well, after you disappeared, I was a damn mess. I didn’t care anymore, about anything. My parents had been fostering Emily onto me for a long time, and I, well, I suppose I just thought there was nothing left so why not? I mean, I heard you had died! I believed it! I had no reason not to. So, to make my parents and hers happy, I gave in. I started seeing her and pretty soon we were an item. A year later, we were married and living in suburbia. We had the house, the white picket fence, the two cars in the garage, but no two point five children, thankfully. Apparently she was not willing to give up her perfect figure for children yet. We argued about that, but thankfully, she won that one. The thought of having to share custody with her…” Nick shook his head disparagingly.
“So, two years ago I found out she had been screwing around and that was that; the start of a long, drawn-out and messy divorce, that thank god, is finally almost over! That’s about it in a nutshell, minus all the dirty little details. Do you want them too? To hear about our arguments? Our fights? A doctor in my position works long, weird hours, Selena, and I needed her support. None was forthcoming. She wanted to go see all the latest plays, go to parties with friends, travel, hell, anything to spend money! I’m not like that. I take what I do seriously, even though I don’t really have to hold down any kind of a job if I don’t want to. But the thing is, I love what I do. It is who I am. I am a doctor, and have never wanted to be anything else. She couldn’t understand it. She has never held down a job, never worked a day in her life! She is the proverbial spoilt brat daughter of a rich man. I don’t suppose it’s her fault, it’s how she was raised, but we were never a good fit. I wish her the best in life, just so long as I don’t have to be a part of it.”
“Oh Nick, I am so sorry for jumping to conclusions like that.”
“Yeah well, when I am in a relationship I commit to it. I don’t sleep around, and I was committed to my marriage. I just didn’t love her, not the way she wanted, and I suppose she knew it. On the other hand, I believe she married me for the same reasons I married her: our parents wanted it, and, I suppose, on the surface, we were a good match. I just didn’t love her, not the way I loved you.”
Loved. The word reverberated through her. Before she could go into the matter further, Nick had gathered her in his arms and started kissing her. Her mind said no, but her duplicitous body betrayed her, and she felt herself melting into him, returning kiss for kiss, and her hands trailed their way over his body, as if they starved for him, wanting to get reacquainted with every hard plane of it.
“Nick, I haven’t even had a shower yet!” She had uttered the first coherent thought that had popped into her head, but Nick seemed to like the idea.
“A shower…” An evil grin spread over his face and he grabbed her by the hand, dragging her towards the bathroom. “Let’s take one
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