"I need to borrow your car." Blinking my eyes against the sunlight and slipping in the room. Kenny's voice startled me from my peaceful sleep. I saw him move around the house swiftly, in a hurry dressed in his Police uniform. "The damn truck down now I'm running late." He explained. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up. It's ok with Kenny taking my car but…..
"If you take my car, how will I get to work?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep."You have to go in at about twelve right, I nodded. "Alright, I just dropped you off during my lunch break. Then I will pick you up after I get off work." It wasn't the best idea because Kenny tends to stay late at his job. But I didn't feel like arguing today and I was still extremely tired.I had a long day yesterday, looking over my patients files, cleaning the house, and trying to keep my thoughts occupied. It has been a few days since the incident at the restaurant-well, it was hardly an incident. Still it had been a while. Kenny and I haven't gotten into an argument or anything. Oddly, he was calm. Not to say rampage as usual, but surprisingly, he is tame. He hasn't mentioned creating a child lately, not that I am complaining. Yet, I was still on edge. Kenny won't hurt me, but for some reason, he seems off. I prayed he hadn't discovered the pills hidden in the bathroom."Ok, I said, looking up at him. He came over and kissed my lips quickly."I'll see you later." He bid farewell and rushed out of the room. I heard his footsteps thudding downstairs before hearing the front door open then close. Alone. I was alone and still tired. I dragged my eyes towards our table to the right of me and saw my fone. Leaning over, I picked it up to check the time; it was six-thirty in the morning. Placing the phone back I rolled over and sighed. Lifting the covers up above my head, I closed my eyes.Just a couple more hours.I jerked awake, startled. My heart beats a mile a minute. Harsh thuds reverberate through the house. Or at least that's what it feels like to me. My head was beginning to pound as the sound of banging reached my ears.What is happening?Quickly jumped out of the bed, I grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency services. Not yet pressed the ring button, but waiting to see at least if I was being invaded yet. I quietly shuffled out of my bedroom before nearing the stairs. The banging sounded again, but this time I could make out that it was the front door. As I went downstairs, I looked around just in case something jumped out at me. I soon reached the button of the stairs and darted to the kitchen quickly. I didn't want to die as an idiot without a weapon. I grabbed a kitchen knife, and made my way to the front door again, gripping both my phone and knife tightly. Reaching the door I called out in a deeper voice, imitating a man."Who is it?" Looking out the peephole, I saw who it was, sighing in relief. I unlocked the door."Jesus, you scared the crap out of me Rick." There he stood in a police uniform similar to my husband's. Rick was older than Kenny by a few years, with a grey beard and equally thin grey hair. However he became good friends with Kenny and me when Kenny joined the force. He was a nice Caucasian man and occasionally visited for dinner. I beckoned him in, then closed the door behind him. "Why were you pondering on the door like the FBI? Is Kenny in trouble?" I asked.He smiled, "Well hello to you too, Missy. Don't worry, your husband is ok, but I'm running late. Kenneth sent me to pick you up." I still don't know why Rick insists on calling Kenny by his full name. I assume it is a country thing. But why will Kenny send him?"What do you mean? Why did he-""Chief needed Kenny to do a patrol, and he said you needed a ride to work. But judging by you still being in your PJs, it looks like you don't." I glanced at the time on my phone and gasped."Shit, running late was an understatement. I handed the kitchen knife to Rick and ran upstairs. The sound of his laughter echoing through the house as it followed me made me even more upset. More so at myself. I can't believe I slept that long. Luckily, I didn't miss an appointment, but if I didn't get dressed in about two-minutes, I would be. It takes at least a half hour to get to my job. I could have sworn I set my alarm on. It was unlike me to be closed to late, never mind the fact that today may be the first.On the bright side, my OCD causes me to plan ahead, meaning the clothes I'm wearing are nearly folded in my dresser. I thought I would look great in a tan, thin sweater with a v-neck that didn't show too much. A tan skirt that reached just about the top of my ankles and had a small slit that stopped at the start of my thigh. And lastly, my tan heels and black purse. After putting on my clothes, I ran inside the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn't have time to do a full face routine, but I made sure to wash it. Then I moved my locs to the side, pinning it with a clip. No time for makeup except for gloss, then I was ready. I rushed downstairs to see Rick still by the door."You could have sat down." I told him, upset with myself for letting him stand."Please. Missy, I sit on my ass all day. I was happy to stand. Are you ready?" I nodded, and he opened the front door, letting me walk out first before shutting it behind him. I turned and locked the door, then we both headed to his car. It seems I'll be riding in a police SUV today. Rick opened the door for me and made sure I was in before shutting it and walked to the driver's side. He sat down, made sure I was buckled, then started the car. He quickly pulled off and headed towards the destination.Rick has dropped me plenty of times when Kenny couldn't. Sometimes I didn't mind, but today I kind of wanted to ride with my husband. Maybe I'm being silly. Although I can't help but think thank you whenever Rick takes me. I always feel like Kenny is avoiding me. One, because Rick has taken me to work more times than Kenny has. Two, I've told Kenny so many times to get rid of that truck, so we didn't have to keep doing this. Lastly, well, I don't have one. I just want my husband around me, is all. But he is an officer of the law, so I shouldn't be upset that he can't see me all the time.I remember when he first started as an officer. We would always take drives together during his lunch break.Occasionally, we would make love in them as well when we were passionate. Gosh, it feels like it's been so long since we've been us. I mean, it's been a while and quite frankly I miss the old days. Of us, just being us and no one else."So," Rick's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "Kenneth mentioned you two were taking a break. On having a child." I'm not surprised Rick brought it up."Yes, the process has been hard on us, and I thought a break would do us some good. Maybe if we obsess over it less, then….." I felt like shit for saying the words, but I had to cover myself. As much as I consider Rick as a friend, he was Kenny's first. Both men tell each other everything. A memory of Kenny telling me as such comes forth."It's a police thing, rose. We've each other's backs.Yeah. I was keeping my lips sealed shut. Besides, they do the same. Did the same. Although what I was doing was just as bad.Rick clear his throat. "I see," he told me. " I hope it works out and you grant me a nephew or some shit. "He laughs and I did too…… nervously."So how have you been lately?" I asked, trying to steer away from the topic."Not bad. Still missing my family," he paused, I saw his brow furrow. "I-uh, I went to visit them recently." Now I felt even worse. Here I was, trying not to have a child behind my husband back while Rick wished he had his kids his family.A couple if years back, Rick's wife and his two sons has gotten into an accident. He was working overtime and couldn't come home for Christmas. So, his wife had the idea to surprise him, but unfortunately, the room was far too icy. One wrong turn and the three of them perished. He doesn't say it, but Rick blame his self for what happened. Although I've repeatedly told him it wasn't his fault and forced him to go to therapy."That's great you went to see them," I enthused, knowing he didn't want pity. "How did you feel?" My therapist tendencies are appearing. At this, he cracked a smile and stopped the car as the light was red."Now don't you start therapizing me, Missy. I've already got one who's up my ass." I rolled my eyes, chuckling."Fine." I told him and the light turned green. "I'm glad you saw them and I'm happy to see you doing better day by day.Rick nodded, "I'm trying missy." We spent the next few minutes making small talks and listening to music. Rick tried playing some country trash and I smacked his hand away from the stereo. Putting on some real music that didn't involve turning the light down low. Mary J. Blige began to blast through the speaker and I sang along. I saw Rick lightly bumping his head along to 'Family Affairs' . We jammed to a few more tunes and the next thing I know, he pulled up to my job."That was fun. Thank you for the ride, Rick." I told him sincerely."Anything for you, Missy. Hold on now so I can open my door." He unblocked his door, got out, and came out around to my side. Opening my door, he extended his hand which I took, and helped me out of the SUV. "Now you have a fantastic day at work and be safe. I'll stay until I see you get inside.Knowing better than to fight him on staying I gave him a quick hug goodbye, then waved. I was walking as fast as I could to the entrance so I wouldn't be late for my first client. The day has just began and I already have a migraine making an appearance.He was late.He was late, storm clouds began to roll in, I was hungry, and I had a migraine_ four bad combinations of a woman who's having a rough day. I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't this. I had to find shelter seeing as my building closed about an hour ago. I had called Kenny about a million times to which I received no answer. I called Rick and his phone went straight to voicemail. Lastly, I restored to calling a cab and an Uber and both were unavailable. How shitty is my luck.I stayed at my work as long as I possibly could, but all the workers had to leave at some point and lock it. And it seems nobody lived where I did or had no car. And if they did, no one wanted a chance of getting stuck since there was a storm underway. Again, how shitty is my luck? I couldn't stand out on the curb all night and get caught in a rainstorm so I decided to try and find shelter. Still mindful of the fact that I'm wearing heels due to my feet aching. I was honestly scared to be out alo
It's been at least two hours and the storm showed no sign of stopping. Nick and I were casually drinking coffee, but we had moved a table in front of the fireplace. We now sat across from each other playing a card game. "Uno Out!" I dance a little in my seat after slapping down my last card. Nick sucked his teeth and put his card down. I had to say, he was horrible at the game. I had won five times in a row and my ego was rising with each win. Nonetheless, Nick held a smile on his face as he watched me shimmy in excitement."What is with you saying Uno out when winning?" He asked with a chuckle. "You just say Uno when you have your last card.""No no no, Mister! It's Uno and then it's Uno out so your opponent feels even more defeated." I told him, grinning."Well, consider me beat," We laughed and it felt good. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Not with friends or my husband, yet I was enjoying the company of a stranger. We had talked to one another for a while about the cr
Nicolaus.Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My hips stuttered as my left hand gripped my Cock firmly. While my right lay flat on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself continuously. The image of the magnificent woman named. Rose caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but lithe figure and smooth, brown skin. The light of her slender brown eyes and her irresistible smile beamed with radiance. Her beautiful dreadlocks that I wanted to grip in my hands as I missed her luscious lips. The memory of her seeped into my brain.The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when she spoke the first time. I was mad at myself for days, for not asking for the woman's name. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way towards a stranger. A pretty stranger.Then somehow I saw her again, banging on the door. To say I was shocked would be understatemen
I had five days.Five days until Kenny and I went to see a fertility specialist. I had heard Kenny scheduled an appointment a week ago. To say I was freaking out was an understatement. The thought of going to the appointment had my heart racing. Then my racing heart would trigger small panic attacks. Luckily, most occurred when Kenny wasn't home. They mainly happened when I had nothing to do except listen to my thoughts. I hardly slept and ate less than I usually did out of anxiety. I was trying to remain calm and happy on the outside. But inside of me, I felt uneasy and, albeit, guilty.I spent most of my thoughts thinking about having a child with Kenny. Whether he would find out about my secret stash of plan B pills, or he would find out I cheated by kissing a stranger. He would only know if he suspected something or found the note Nicholas had given me. The note I carried with me, everywhere. As foolish as it sounds, I had nowhere else to put it. I wanted to call him, but at the s
"Pretty stranger" His voice was like a slik. Easily liquifying me. "You look stunning." Just from inhaling his intoxicating scent and hearing the word that came out from his mouth, I only had one thought. How could we just be friends? I stood up abruptly, causing him to take a step back. The top of my head barley reach his collarbone. I was face to face with his seemingly ripped chest that was covered by his shirt. Swallowing harshly, it took everything in me to pull my gaze away."I-think this was a mistake, "I told him, wrangling my hands nervously. The smile fell from his face, and I mentally punched myself in the gut. I'm an awful woman for taking away his smile."Did I say something wrong?' his tone dipped with concern. I shook my head. Shaking no, and then nodding yes, and then no again. "Rose, you're giving me mixed signals here."I'm sorry I blurted out. "I-I-I'm just nervous. You make me nervous. "I said, taking a peek at him through my lashes before looking down on my hands
When I got home last night. Kenny didn't suspect a thing. I pretended as if it was an ordinary day save for the fact I brought home fast food. He wasn't too excited that I didn't cook, but I explained I had a long day. He didn't say much else as he sat down on the couch eating and drinking his beer. I made sure I brought some home this time so he wouldn't be upset.Today, Nick and I had planned to meet again. This time we'd be meeting as friends. The word sounded bitter in my mind each time I thought of us. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do seeing that I was married. Despite the circumstances, I was still excited to see him. Though I did my best to not show it while making Kenny breakfast.Finishing the scrambled eggs and bacon I made for Kenny, I placed the food on the table. I then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. Waiting for the bread to turn into toast, I went to the refrigerator. Pulling out the door, I reached inside, grabbing the orange juice and butter. Closi
I had another day before I had my appointment. I was so nervous wreck especially since I didn't see a way out of it. Not by pretending that I was sick or bargaining with the doctor. But I didn't want to focus on that or whatsoever. Instead, I wanted to celebrate a new day. Nick had wanted to go out again today, but I told him I already had plans. Plans that had been in motion for months.It was busy this morning as I got to the airport. Traffic was starting to line up and I was grateful I chose to leave early. Otherwise, I would have been waiting a while, stuck during this time, the air was surprisingly dewy with fog, but still warm. Weird since the weather was lovely yesterday. Finally reached the airport, I parked in the parking garage so I could greet her inside. Once I was through the double doors, I sat down in the waiting area.Some time passed as I waited, casually on my phone playing games. That is until I received a text from her telling me she was out. I briefly looked aroun
It was the day of our appointment with the fertility specialist. I was a nervous wreck as I made breakfast for us. I was already dressed and ready, feeling less enthusiastic for the day. However, I noticed Kenny seemed to be in a good mood. He took off from work so he could be there with me. A part of me was happy he took off for my sake, but another bummed I couldn't lie about being there when I didn't go. I thought of a thousand ways to get out of this appointment, but none of them stuck. I had to put on a brave face and bear the weight of today.Along with the breaded appointment, Wren's words still rang in my ears. She was correct that I had to choose. But the thought of leaving Kenny made me feel nauseous. I was afraid to leave him and face what's out there in the world. I didn't want to be alone like I was at the age of eighteen. Left to fend myself in a world I was unacquainted with. The fact that I was entertaining the idea itself hardly sat right.How could I leave the man wh