standing at the door.
“Yes, I do. But I am positive you don’t want to hear about it,” I let out the air in my lungs and sat down in my chair.
John slowly walked over to the chair in front of my desk and sat down.
“I’ll stop you if you get to a point where I am not interested,” he said. I smiled at him.
“Seriously, I have known you for a long time, Norah. I drive you everywhere, make sure you have what you need and stay out of your way while keeping you safe. I spend more time with you than I ever did with my ex-wife and maybe that’s the reason I am divorced. You know I can keep a secret. My job is to protect you and I can’t do it if you don’t trust me. I’m here if you need to talk.” He stood up and walked to the door.
“Thank you, John. Please tell Winston I am very sorry and I will talk to him later.”
Chapter Eight
Liam
I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing with nerves on my drive home. Samantha had me on edge by showing up at the office. It was bad enough I hadn’t old Norah about the sex club. It was even worse that I still hadn’t told her about the dancing waitress grabbing my cock. I thought I could take a pass on telling her about running into Samantha, but now I was sure that was something I had to tell her too.
How do you tell your wife that when she asked you to come clean about something and you told her you had told her everything, you were actually leaving the really important part out? She asked me. She came right out and asked if there was anything else? She was so understanding about the sex club, she would have been understanding about the other things too, right? I mean if I had told her when she directly asked me if there was anything else.
Now not only had I not told her the complete story, but it was five days later, I had already been caught in one lie and she directly asked me if there was anything else?
Was I trying to get divorced? Did I want her to hate me? Did I want to lose her forever? Because if that was the case I was doing an exceptional job of doing all of those things. I was the best man for the job if you needed to purchase a woman, push her away, marry her and then do everything in your power to make her hate you.
I loosened my collar as I walked in the door and I could smell dinner. She was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes with her back to me.
“I thought you washed dishes after dinner?” I was trying to break the ice.
“I cleaned out refrigerator.” She sounded upset.
“Why?” I asked. Norah only did what I called extreme cleaning when she was upset about something.
“I had a bad day.” Oh good news for me.
“When I have a bad day I make myself and few drinks and ask for a foot rub,” I came up behind her and massaged her shoulders.
“Would you like a foot rub?” I whispered in her ear.
“I came by your office today.” I started nibbling on her ear. “Marcy said you were out for lunch but it was after 2 o’clock.” I leaned back took my hands away. Marcy hadn’t mentioned she came by.
“Oh, you know what happened?” I gulped and stepped away from her. “What time was it? 2 o’clock? You know what that was?” She turned to face me and grabbed the drying towel off the island between us.
“Marcy said you had a late lunch with a new client.” She looked like she had been crying.
“I was getting ready to say, I had a lunch with a new client and it ran late. I mean later…later than the lunch started. Which was late, already.” I don’t know what happened to me. I used to be able to lie very well. For some reason looking at her face, knowing she had been crying made me not able to talk.
“I’m sorry I missed you. Are you alright?” She wiped her face on her apron.
“I’m fine. I told you I had a bad day.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I yelled at Winston.” She started crying again.
“Why?” I stepped closer to her and
“Yes, I do. But I am positive you don’t want to hear about it,” I let out the air in my lungs and sat down in my chair.
John slowly walked over to the chair in front of my desk and sat down.
“I’ll stop you if you get to a point where I am not interested,” he said. I smiled at him.
“Seriously, I have known you for a long time, Norah. I drive you everywhere, make sure you have what you need and stay out of your way while keeping you safe. I spend more time with you than I ever did with my ex-wife and maybe that’s the reason I am divorced. You know I can keep a secret. My job is to protect you and I can’t do it if you don’t trust me. I’m here if you need to talk.” He stood up and walked to the door.
“Thank you, John. Please tell Winston I am very sorry and I will talk to him later.”
Chapter Eight
Liam
I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing with nerves on my drive home. Samantha had me on edge by showing up at the office. It was bad enough I hadn’t old Norah about the sex club. It was even worse that I still hadn’t told her about the dancing waitress grabbing my cock. I thought I could take a pass on telling her about running into Samantha, but now I was sure that was something I had to tell her too.
How do you tell your wife that when she asked you to come clean about something and you told her you had told her everything, you were actually leaving the really important part out? She asked me. She came right out and asked if there was anything else? She was so understanding about the sex club, she would have been understanding about the other things too, right? I mean if I had told her when she directly asked me if there was anything else.
Now not only had I not told her the complete story, but it was five days later, I had already been caught in one lie and she directly asked me if there was anything else?
Was I trying to get divorced? Did I want her to hate me? Did I want to lose her forever? Because if that was the case I was doing an exceptional job of doing all of those things. I was the best man for the job if you needed to purchase a woman, push her away, marry her and then do everything in your power to make her hate you.
I loosened my collar as I walked in the door and I could smell dinner. She was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes with her back to me.
“I thought you washed dishes after dinner?” I was trying to break the ice.
“I cleaned out refrigerator.” She sounded upset.
“Why?” I asked. Norah only did what I called extreme cleaning when she was upset about something.
“I had a bad day.” Oh good news for me.
“When I have a bad day I make myself and few drinks and ask for a foot rub,” I came up behind her and massaged her shoulders.
“Would you like a foot rub?” I whispered in her ear.
“I came by your office today.” I started nibbling on her ear. “Marcy said you were out for lunch but it was after 2 o’clock.” I leaned back took my hands away. Marcy hadn’t mentioned she came by.
“Oh, you know what happened?” I gulped and stepped away from her. “What time was it? 2 o’clock? You know what that was?” She turned to face me and grabbed the drying towel off the island between us.
“Marcy said you had a late lunch with a new client.” She looked like she had been crying.
“I was getting ready to say, I had a lunch with a new client and it ran late. I mean later…later than the lunch started. Which was late, already.” I don’t know what happened to me. I used to be able to lie very well. For some reason looking at her face, knowing she had been crying made me not able to talk.
“I’m sorry I missed you. Are you alright?” She wiped her face on her apron.
“I’m fine. I told you I had a bad day.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I yelled at Winston.” She started crying again.
“Why?” I stepped closer to her and
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