Page 6 of Candid Moments
“Seriously,” I snap. After almost two years of being with him, I can’t believe what my ears are actually hearing.He’s sexing this woman and I hear it on my own damn phone line!“This bastard!” I yell, disregarding my location.
Enraged, I stand and start marching toward the elevator.If he’s in our room, I swear to God I’m going to fuck his cheating ass up.
Denim
I’ve called Maddox four fucking times and she still hasn’t answered the damn phone. I’ve even searched this entire ballroom, the storage closet in the back, and the kitchen, but she’s nowhere to be found.Where the hell is she?And why was she on that phone?
Frustrated, I head to the elevator to check our room. My gut is telling me something my mind refuses to believe.Is this why things have been off with us? Has she been with another man? Is she with him now?
For an entire year, we have been together and not once have I even entertained another woman. I’m so respectful of our relationship and what I thought we were building that I don’t even go to lunch with my female coworkers. I would never disrespect the woman in my life and I honestly thought she felt the same damn way.I hope I’m not wrong.
When I round the corner for the elevator, I practically run intoheragain. The beautiful woman I ran over with the cart who I keep crossing paths with is approaching the elevator too and she’s still on the phone. The look on her face causes a pull in my chest because it alone confirms my gut feeling.Fuck!
Our eyes meet and without uttering a word, I press the up button for the elevator and she removes the phone from her ear and activates her speaker. My mind quickly gets in agreementwith my gut when I hear my woman moaning another man’s name. When I see tears forming in her big, pretty eyes, I place my hand over the phone.
“Hang up. You heard what you needed to hear,” I say and she closes her eyes. Her tears fall and she quickly wipes them away.
“Ugh! I can’t believe I’m crying,” she scoffs. While quickly shaking her head, she moves her phone, I lift my hand, and she ends the call. The elevator dings and the door opens. We step on and I press the button for the eighth floor. She reaches over to press her floor but stops when she sees the lighted number. “I’m eight too,” she mumbles.
The door closes and we ride in silence. I try to control my anger as the elevator ascends. I have too much to lose if I let my anger guide my reaction for whatever I may encounter when we reach our floor. My career and my name mean too much for me to tarnish them by getting detained in Nebraska for crashing out instead of behaving rationally. So when the door opens, I inhale slowly, exhale, then sigh to calm myself.
She walks off first and heads to the left and I walk to the right. As I trek to my suite, I glance back at her and she looks over her shoulder at the same time. When our eyes lock, she quickly turns back. I don’t. Instead, I keep watching and notice she’s only about five suites down from ours. She quickly opens it and rushes in. She’s out before I make it to my suite.
“They are in there,” she utters while furiously pointing her finger my way. She starts strutting toward me and I step to my suite. When I do, I hear them. They must be fucking right by the damn door. In real disbelief, I close my eyes and shake my head to clear it. I also raise my hand to prevent her from comingcloser and hearing them too but my hand doesn’t stop her. She rushes right next to me. “That lying bastard! Open the door,” she demands loudly.
Rumbling and murmurs can be heard through the door.They hear her.
“Corey. I know that’s you. Open the fucking door!” she yells while pounding on the door.
I don’t need the door opened. I’ve heard enough to know this shit with me and Maddox is over. Maddox is in our hotel suite fucking another man. Confirmation isn’t needed for me but obviously, she needs it. So, to end her yelling and knocking, I pull out my key card. When I do, she rolls her eyes at me then snatches the card. Tears pour from her eyes; she’s hurting so I let her make it.
She storms into the room and charges him. He’s frantically trying to pull up his pants but her rapid punches and slaps make that an impossible task. To keep from laying ol’ dude out, my eyes stay glued to Maddox. While she is dressed, she looks disheveled and freshly fucked. Her face is flushed and her hair is a mess.
“Denim,” she cries and I simply shake my damn head. I don’t want to hear a sound from her. There’s nothing she can say anyway. It’s over between us. Nothing exists but this fucked up moment I can’t unsee or unhear. She just ended us and everything I thought we had. After breaking our stare, I walk past her. She reaches out and grabs my arm. “Baby, please!” she begs.
After glancing back at her, I direct my eyes to her hand. I glare at it. With tears in her eyes, she diverts them from minethen she looks at her hand. When I exhale, she quickly releases my arm. I march to the bedroom, grab my duffle and suitcase, and quickly pack my shit. I refuse to spend another minute in this fucking suite. As I’m zipping my bag, she ambles into the room then plops down onto the bed. Tears pour from her eyes and she’s sobbing loud as hell. Before today, her tears would have wounded me but after this, they don’t move me at all.
The moment the wheels of my suitcase connect with the carpet in the room, I end this once and for all. “I’ll have your shit mailed to you when I get back home. I don’t want to see you again.”
“Denim!” she wails but from me, she gets nothing.
I adjust my duffle strap on my shoulder, latch my hand onto the handle of my suitcase, then walk out of the bedroom. The rest of the suite is empty, no sign of her or ol’ boy. I journey through and out of the door. As I trek to the elevator, I wonder if the woman is okay. For a second, I think about walking to her suite but I shake it and continue to the elevator.
As soon as I’m in the lobby, I rush to the valet. I just want my rental so I can get the hell away from here. I’m sure I can find another hotel in town. When I reach the valet window, I spot a huge CLOSED sign on it.
Closed? It can’t be closed. Maybe they are on break.
To double check, I walk outside.Big mistake.It’s cold as fuck. The wind is blowing and it’s snowing again. There’s no valet in sight. In fact, there’s no one out here and no cars are under this covered driveway. Quickly, I turn around and rush back into the warmth of the hotel lobby.
I glance at my watch. It’s a little after ten. Slightly aggravated at this delay in my departure, I walk to the check-in counter. There’s a small line of three people ahead of me and I’m forced to wait, aggravating me even further. When it’s finally my turn, I inquire about valet.
“So sorry, sir. Valet is closed. The snow has accumulated fast and a blizzard warning is in effect. It’s really bad out there. All roads have been closed and the city is shutting down. We are on a mandatory stay-in order. If you need something, we have our small marketplace just past this desk, our hotel restaurant, and there is room service,” the older woman says.
“So no roads are open at all?” I ask for clarification because this isn’t at all what I want to hear.
“None. The city is completely shut down. Is there something I can help you with?”
After I take my wallet from my pocket, I remove my driver’s license and AmEx and place them on the counter. “I need a room please,” I tell her.
