not following. “Lacey, he is fucking cheating on you.”
I look up at her with glassy eyes. "That's impossible. He was just kissing and hugging me, acting all cave man on the dance floor. He just told me he loved me. Why would he be cheating? It's not like we don't have an active sex life. He just fucked me in the ladies’ room at the club for goodness sakes. What proof does Lucas have? Has he seen Caine with another girl? Is this some sick joke?"
“I don’t know the answer. Wait, he and you did WHAT?” I give her a pointed look so that she will stop asking about it. “So that is where you two disappeared to. Holy shit girl!” She shakes her head. “Lacey, I don’t know why he would cheat on you. Lucas didn’t say how he knows. Besides, Caine interrupted the conversation when he came back to the car. I couldn’t find out more. Maybe he goes all Fred Flintstone on you because he’s afraid you might run into one of his floozies.” She shrugs as if defeated. I think back to tonight where he gave me very little breathing space. I don’t know why he would be such an idiot. We’ve professed our love to one another. Why jeopardize what we have unless Becca’s right and he is a player?
“I can’t think right now. I’m going to get ready for bed,” I tell her as I walk to the bathroom. I close the door and lean against the back of it, taking deep breaths. How stupid could I be? Could he be making a fool out of me? There is no way. I would know if he was cheating. He would be withdrawn, acting differently; our sex life wouldn’t be so active. He doesn’t show any of the warning signs, no red flags. Lucas must have heard wrong. It must be some nasty rumor going around without any veracity. There is no way Caine would do that to me. Thank goodness, because I am so in love with him.
Returning to my room after a quick shower, I sit on the bed quietly for a moment. Becca remains silent, knowing I’m working things out in my head. She has finished getting ready for bed when I say, “I think it’s a misunderstanding.”
She looks at me sadly, “Just be careful, please, love. I would hate to find out he is a man-whore.”
Chapter Six
Deception
It’s been six days since Becca and I talked about Lucas revealing Caine’s extra-curricular activities. I have refused to talk about it anymore with her because there isn’t any proof, and in my heart, I cannot see him being unfaithful. We are in love. Becca tried to bring it up a few times, only for me to protest and change the subject. I haven’t said anything to Caine yet because our work schedules are so different that we have very little time to talk. This isn’t something I want to discuss over the phone and I also don’t want to cause a rift in Caine and Lucas’ friendship. I’m sure it’s a simple misunderstanding. Maybe later tonight I will talk to him about it.
Caine is on his way to pick me up. I'm in my room looking myself over in the mirror as a bad feeling overcomes me. I don't know where it came from. We are attending a Gala. The dress code is formal and I love the gown I found. It’s black, one of my favorite colors. Fitted at the top, the dress begins to slightly flare wider with sheer fabric from the waist down. The lady at the store described it as a princess A-line with organza ruffles (whatever they are). It's lovely and hugs my body in all the right places. I'm able to show a little cleavage; yet it's still modest enough to be appropriate for this type of occasion. The dress is strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It trails to the floor with multiple layers of ruffles and I've paired it with black satin strappy heels. Being the very clumsy person that I am, I chose to go with a strap around the ankle, a must for dancing. I don’t want to embarrass Caine in front of his colleagues. He’s already mentioned several times this week the importance of making a good impression with his superiors this evening. I go with the philosophy
I look up at her with glassy eyes. "That's impossible. He was just kissing and hugging me, acting all cave man on the dance floor. He just told me he loved me. Why would he be cheating? It's not like we don't have an active sex life. He just fucked me in the ladies’ room at the club for goodness sakes. What proof does Lucas have? Has he seen Caine with another girl? Is this some sick joke?"
“I don’t know the answer. Wait, he and you did WHAT?” I give her a pointed look so that she will stop asking about it. “So that is where you two disappeared to. Holy shit girl!” She shakes her head. “Lacey, I don’t know why he would cheat on you. Lucas didn’t say how he knows. Besides, Caine interrupted the conversation when he came back to the car. I couldn’t find out more. Maybe he goes all Fred Flintstone on you because he’s afraid you might run into one of his floozies.” She shrugs as if defeated. I think back to tonight where he gave me very little breathing space. I don’t know why he would be such an idiot. We’ve professed our love to one another. Why jeopardize what we have unless Becca’s right and he is a player?
“I can’t think right now. I’m going to get ready for bed,” I tell her as I walk to the bathroom. I close the door and lean against the back of it, taking deep breaths. How stupid could I be? Could he be making a fool out of me? There is no way. I would know if he was cheating. He would be withdrawn, acting differently; our sex life wouldn’t be so active. He doesn’t show any of the warning signs, no red flags. Lucas must have heard wrong. It must be some nasty rumor going around without any veracity. There is no way Caine would do that to me. Thank goodness, because I am so in love with him.
Returning to my room after a quick shower, I sit on the bed quietly for a moment. Becca remains silent, knowing I’m working things out in my head. She has finished getting ready for bed when I say, “I think it’s a misunderstanding.”
She looks at me sadly, “Just be careful, please, love. I would hate to find out he is a man-whore.”
Chapter Six
Deception
It’s been six days since Becca and I talked about Lucas revealing Caine’s extra-curricular activities. I have refused to talk about it anymore with her because there isn’t any proof, and in my heart, I cannot see him being unfaithful. We are in love. Becca tried to bring it up a few times, only for me to protest and change the subject. I haven’t said anything to Caine yet because our work schedules are so different that we have very little time to talk. This isn’t something I want to discuss over the phone and I also don’t want to cause a rift in Caine and Lucas’ friendship. I’m sure it’s a simple misunderstanding. Maybe later tonight I will talk to him about it.
Caine is on his way to pick me up. I'm in my room looking myself over in the mirror as a bad feeling overcomes me. I don't know where it came from. We are attending a Gala. The dress code is formal and I love the gown I found. It’s black, one of my favorite colors. Fitted at the top, the dress begins to slightly flare wider with sheer fabric from the waist down. The lady at the store described it as a princess A-line with organza ruffles (whatever they are). It's lovely and hugs my body in all the right places. I'm able to show a little cleavage; yet it's still modest enough to be appropriate for this type of occasion. The dress is strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It trails to the floor with multiple layers of ruffles and I've paired it with black satin strappy heels. Being the very clumsy person that I am, I chose to go with a strap around the ankle, a must for dancing. I don’t want to embarrass Caine in front of his colleagues. He’s already mentioned several times this week the importance of making a good impression with his superiors this evening. I go with the philosophy
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