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By: worthy stories
Episode:17
I ended up not giving him the ride of his life.
It was me who got f-__-ked on his refrigerator, floor, and the living room table. It was very exhilarating.
Did I regret it?
No. Just like I told him, just for tonight was I his. And yes, although that lasted until ten in the afternoon, I meant that.
That would be the last time I’d f-__-k Alessandro.
Okay. That was most definitely a lie but it’d be the last time I f-__-k him for a while.
I was hesitant but I let him kiss me goodbye which almost lead to a few more rounds.
If I said I hadn’t been thinking about him my entire drive to Serene’s I’d be lying.
I almost crashed because I was daydreaming about him.
I swore to myself that I wouldn’t think about him while driving. I almost died doing it.
I pulled into Serene’s house, unlocked her door and walked in.
Thankfully, her and Rachael were just sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and watching… The Notebook?
Sobs came from the both of them and I couldn’t help but laugh.
They turned in my directions, tears streaming down their faces as the credits started to roll. “Hi.”
“Are you laughing? You think us crying is funny?” I shook my head while grinning.
“They died while holding hands!” Rachael started sobbing and setting her head on Serene’s chest.
“Your a horrible person.” Serene scowled me and rubbed Rachael’s hair. Cute.
“Serene? Are you crying as well?” I said as I walked around the couch.
“No. I’m just extremely tired.” She quickly wiped at the tears under her eyes, and did a double take on me.
She furrowed her eyebrows, “Your glowing… Did you get f-__-ked?”
“What?” Rachael said, looking up and observing my face.
“No, I’m just naturally beautiful.”
“Sure.” Serene said.
I rolled my eyes, “Yes. I did get f-__-ked. Last night and before I came here.”
Rachael started crying again, “So she’s getting her Pů$$¥ pleased while I’m balling my eyes out? Life is so unfair.”
I laughed, “I’m sorry Serene isn’t fulfilling her duties to your vag**ina.”
“Yeah, me too.” She sat up, wiping at her eyes and pulling her knees to her chest. “So, was it Alessandro?”
“Yes.”
“Expected.”
How? I never said anything about sleeping with him again. It just happened.”
“Like you getting fingered by him at the gala just happened?” Serene said and my jaw dropped. “It wasn’t that hard to miss.”
My face was flushed red. “Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.” Rachael said with a small smile.
“It’s still embarrassing.”
“When are we leaving Oliver?” Serene asked with a huge smile.
“We aren’t leaving him any time soon. I talked to Alessandro, and although he didn’t fully agree with me or agree with me at all, I won’t be f-__-king him for a while.
I need to get my life in order.”
Racheal and Serene both rolled their eyes, “Okay. I’m not even going to talk you out of it or into it. I’ll let you move at your own pace.”
“Good. I’ll talk to Oliver and we’ll probably get therapy or at least talk our $h|t out somehow.”
I could tell Serene had fully given up on me when she just shrugged and gave me a tight lipped smile.
I turned around, found a spot between them and said, “I’ve never watched The Notebook. Seemed boring.”
“Oh you f-__-k**ing wh-_-re. Let’s rewatch it.” Rachael nodded, Serene grabbed a blanket and we all cuddled up with a bucket of ice cream to share.
I absolutely f-__-ki**ng despise the director of The Notebook.
We were all crying now. “What sick person would make a movie to intentionally break others heart?”
I sobbed, eating more of the credits and watching the credits roll.
“A person who is a depressed psycho and has never experienced happy love.”
I wiped my tears and ate another spoonful of ice cream.
“I have an idea.” They looked at me. “Shall we find the director and send h@ťě but loving comments to his Facebook or instagram?”
“You’ve never had a smarter idea in your life.” Serene said, grabbing her laptop that was always on the living room table.
“I’ll take it a compliment.” I smiled and sat up as she typed his name.
“He gets to live a happy looking life while we must suffer because of his movies.” We scrolled through a few photos before going to inbox him.
We started off with loving messages.
Your movie, The Notebook, was so good! I enjoyed it so much and it really lifted my sprit! Sent by me of course.
Your movie will forever have a hold on me, Nicholas Sparks. Allie and Noah are such a beautiful couple! Sent by Rachael.
The Notebook… outstanding. The way your able to even come up with something such as that is just absurd to me. Sent by Serene.
Then we went in for the h@ťě messages.
You have to be the most delusional person I know to make a movie as sad as this was! Sent by me.
You had a choice to end a off the movie happy and loving but decided to end it brutally! You are sick in the head. Sent by Rachael.
The movie could have been beautiful. You chose to be the type of writer that ends beautiful couples by ki||ing them and I will forever h@ťě you for it. Sent by Serene.
We ended it off with, a “When I see something I like, I gotta… I love it. I go… I mean, I go crazy for it.” That’s how we feel about your movie. Spectacular. Romantic. Sad.
“I bet he’ll write back. We’re all famous, I doubt he’d over see us.”
I shrugged. “Doubt it. He’s a busy man.”
“If he replies then you have to go on vacation with us in a few days.”
“Did you guys not just come back from one?” I questioned.
“”Technically, it was a business vacation. We’re going on for ourselves, deal?” Rachael and Serene held their hands out and I hesitantly shook them.
After that movie we watched Safe Haven, cried. The Fault in Our Stars, cried.
Then The Last Song and, of course, cried. Oliver had started blowing my phone up a little while after so I said my goodbyes and headed home.
I wasn’t going to tell Oliver that I cheated on him for the second time, it would probably destroy us.
I’d keep it a secret to the day I die while trying to save my marriage.
A few deep breaths later and I was walking in to find Oliver leaning against the counter. He wore jeans and a white shirt with socks. Plain.
He turned to look at me as I set my things down. “Athena, where the hell did you go?”
“Serene’s. I spent the night.” I didn’t make eye contact with him.
“Then why couldn’t you answer my calls? I was worried!” He followed me upstairs.
“My ringer was off. Plus, we were drinking so I slept in for a while.” I showered at Alesandro’s place before leaving so I just closed the bathroom door, locked it, and stripped off my clothes.
Oliver knocked repeatedly, “Athena, come out of the bathroom we aren’t finished talking.”
“Give me a second.” FuÇ0çƙing Alessandro. Leaving all of these marks on my body, he’d probably be laughing if he saw me trying to hurriedly hide them.
“You could’ve at least texted me that you weren’t going to be able to speak to me for a few hours.” I put makeup all over my chest and stomach.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry for not letting you know.”
After I finished with that, I slipped on leggings to hide the hickeys on my thighs.
“I just wanted a break from everything and getting drunk and turning my phone off was how I wanted to do it.”
I pulled a shirt over my head and walked out. Oliver was sitting on the bed, still slightly angry, and I smiled a bit as I walked over to him.
I straddled his lap and kissed his forehead. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He breathed deeply. “I can’t really be mad. I did walk out.” Finally owning up to something. “Baby?” I hummed in response.
“I think we should see a marriage counselor.”
“Why? We can fix wh@ťěver’s going on with us by ourselves.”
“This, wh@ťěver it is, has been going on for a year now. I think we need help.”
Just do it. You want to be with Oliver for the rest of your life anyway so just do it. “Okay. You schedule the meeting though.”
He nodded, smiling then pressing his lips against mine. Still nothing. I internally sighed at how boring, plain, the kiss felt. It’d take time, of course, but how much time?
Oliver was eager as he laid me down on the bed. He kissed my mouth, slowly, like he didn’t want to hurt me.
I wanted him to hurt me, to bruise my lips like- no.
No more thinking about him while you’re with your husband, or at all for that matter.
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Oliver pulling on my leggings.
“Wait, wait.” He stopped and looked up at me with heavy breaths. “I’m not really in the mood. Later, okay?”
He sighed and moved to get off the bed while I sat up. “Can we, like, watch a movie or something?”
He kept his back to me and I felt hopeful he’d want to spend some quality time with me.
“Can’t. Alessandro wants me to come in.” My heart fell in my stomach. We were just about to have s*ex and he didn’t seem to care about being late to do it.
I rolled my eyes, wanting to say what I felt, but bit my tongue and decided not to start an argument. “Okay.
” I got up and went to kiss his cheek then followed him downstairs. “I love you, Oliver.”
He kept his back to me again and said, “Love you too.”
TBC