Page 38 of Midlife Woes (Ex)

“The men will be here by nine.” He just stood me up and walked out of my house without a backward glance, like I wasn’t plotting how I was going to kill his ass the next time I see him.

What the hell just happened? And why am I horny again? I stomped around my house loaded for bear with nothing to do with myself. Something strange was happening because I’m used to days like this when it’s just me, but for some reason, I started feeling lonely.

Even after I gave the girls the scoop later that day, I was still out of sorts and didn’t even eat dinner because I just felt off. I kept checking the cameras and making sure the doorbell was working. I looked at my phone a hundred times because we’d eventually exchanged numbers at his house the night before, but he hadn’t called.

I started to call him and changed my mind a dozen times because why should I call him first? I went to bed and he still hadn’t called. I didn’t sleep a wink; I just tossed and turned. Then I got this bad feeling that maybe he was done with me, but that was before the men showed up with the bed.

He didn’t just buy a new mattress; he bought a new bed. A canopy bed like I’d always wanted, but Kevin said was dumb. It was a California king but looked much bigger to me, and my mind automatically went to all the fun we were gonna have on it.

He still hadn’t called by the time they’d hauled off the old one and set up the new one, and it was already lunchtime. He’d paid and tipped already, so they refused to accept anything from me. I expected him to call and ask how everything went, but crickets all day.

“That asshole jerk.” I decided that I wasn’t going to sit around here waiting for him. “Who the hell does he think he is?”

There’s nothing like having a one-sided fight with someone and spiting the hell out of them when they’re not there. You attack all their triggers in your mind and get bold.

Since he’s the jealous type, I took extra care with my hair and makeup. I pulled out an old summer dress that I hadn’t worn in years. White spaghetti straps, with a skirt that came to just above my knees, with yellow butterflies sprinkled all over the skirt.

I don’t know where the hell I was going, but I was pissed. I slammed out of the house and hopped into my Cabriolet with the top down, threw on my shades and turned my radio on loud.

I was heading out of town, minding my own business, when I heard the sirens. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that piece of shit strolling his ass in my direction. I put my car in reverse and was about to run his ass over.

That bastard stood his ground, took off his shades, and cocked his brow at me. Shit, dashcam, I can’t leave him as roadkill; more’s the pity. Once he realized that he wasn’t in danger, he continued walking.

“What can I do for you, officer?”

“Ma’am, you were speeding.”

“Was not. You’re a liar.’

“I clocked you doing twenty-six in a twenty-five.” How come I’m not mad anymore? Just two minutes ago, I was ready to flatten him.

“You wanna step out of the car?”

“No!” I folded my arms and looked away from him, and that bastard grinned.

“That dress looks kinda short; where exactly were you off to?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was on my way to meet a friend.”

“Male or female?”

“What’s it to you? Hey!” He reached into my car and put his hand under my dress.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“So?” My heart was beating me to death.

“You see that field over there? Follow me. If you drive off, I’ll put you in a cell overnight.”

He walked back to his car, and I almost gunned it outta there, but I didn’t put it past his psychotic ass to follow through with his threat. I followed him down the little dirt track in the middle of the field and came to a stop behind a line of trees.

There was nothing back there but an old wooden shack that was falling in on itself. Was he going to kill me and bury me out here? He came around his car and came to my driver’s side door.

“Step out of the car.” I got as far as opening the door before he cuffed one of my wrists, and before I could say anything, he had me laid back across the console. He did some magic trick where he put the other cuff through the door handle and clasped my other hand in it, leaving me at his mercy.

All I saw were his hands working on his zipper before I felt him pushing my skirt up around my waist, and then he was just in me. How did he know I was wet?

I tried, ladies and gentlemen. I did my best to stay out of this shit. I have never in all my born days been treated so disrespectfully. That’s what my head was saying, but somehow, my lower half seemed detached from my brain.

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