I choose to blow off furniture shopping and just go into a store and get a recliner and a bed. Something simple that I can pay for and leave. I don’t need much more than that, at this point I’m ready to just hire someone to come in and take care of all that shit for me.

***

I have spent all day buying stuff for the house and I am so sick of being in stores and around people. I can’t stand the human population as it is and today was just way too much interaction for me. My plan of only buying a couple things basically went to shit. Between getting stupid little things I needed and going grocery shopping I’m ready to get drunk tonight.

As I drive to the bar, I pass Jules’ shop. Sitting at the stoplight, I can see her through the front window. The sign on the window says closed and she is alone cleaning tables and spinning around dancing. I can’t help but smile as I watch her.

Before I know what I’m doing, I pull over and park in front of the shop. She looks up as I walk toward the door staring at me through the glass. I don’t bother knocking I just look at her in anticipation of her opening the door. She doesn’t move though, she just stands there looking at me and it’s like we’re both frozen in time.

“Open the door, Jules,” I say, pleading with her to let me in.

Her feet move almost unconsciously as she walks toward the door but before her hand reaches the doorknob she freezes.

“Open the door, Jules.” My voice is harder than last time, my frustration setting in. Her eyes meet mine and her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip. I’m mesmerized as I watch them drag over it and I ache to be able to do that to her.

“I can’t.” It’s all she says, but it’s all I need to hear.

“Fuck that,” I say and I watch as she flinches from my reply. “You won’t.” I move to walk away but turn back to face her. “You might think you’re act is fucking convincing but I see right through it. You feel it just as much as I do, Jules. I don’t give a shit about that pussy that you call a husband. You know that no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you want him, you can’t get me out of your head.”

I go to my car forcing myself to keep walking and not break down that fucking door. If she wants to pretend that she’s happy then let her be fucking miserable. I get into my car and speed away not caring about the screeching sound my tires make.

When I get to the bar, the guys are already there laughing and drinking. I sit down next to Mason, grabbing the beer they ordered for me but not bothering to say a word.

“Let me guess, another encounter with the she-devil?” Hunter asks from the other side of me.

I look over at him basically letting him know not to fuck with me.

“Enough said, dude. Maybe you need to just forget about her and lose yourself in someone else. You haven’t been laid in a while and that shit will fuck up your mind. I need a chick like every other day to keep me sane.” Hunter has always been a damn man-whore. I swear he must have like two-hundred kids floating around all over the world.

“You know that hot pussy isn’t the answer to every problem right?” As I say the words I can’t help but think what the hell happened to me.

“Maybe you think that because it’s been too long since you had some.” He gets up and walks over to a group of girls at the other end of the bar.

“Brian, you can’t let this chick keep fucking up your head. Either fuck her again or forget her,” Mason says before turning away from me not waiting for a reply.

“Brian, this is Melody.” Hunter is standing in front of me with a blonde who looks like she is best friends with her plastic surgeon. She is wearing a tiny shirt that barely covers her big tits and I’m pretty sure if I stuck my hand under the little skirt she is wearing she wouldn’t have any underwear on. My eyes scan her body and my dick starts to get hard. Maybe it has been too long. Maybe a good fuck will get Jules out of my system.

“Hey, sexy.” She slurs her words and I can tell that she has definitely been here much longer than I have.

I give Hunter a nod thanking him for his contribution and snake my arm around her waist. When I pull her closer to me, she stumbles and falls onto my chest. Her hands grip the shirt I’m wearing and I capture her mouth in mine. She immediately reacts straightening herself and grinding her pussy against me. This one is definitely a hole in one.

I pull away from her mouth, stand up, and lead her out of the bar. When we get to my car I open the door for her.

“Where are we going?” She looks at me as she is holding onto the door and arching an eyebrow at me.

“I’m taking you home, then I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

She smiles at me before getting into the car. The drive to my house is quick and Melody has her hands on my dick the whole time. I have to give it to the girl, she is definitely a good distraction.

When we get to the house, I get out and walk over to her side of the car. Once the door is open, she is on me. Her mouth latching onto my neck. I close the door and slam her back against the car. I slide my hand under her skirt, find her bare pussy, and force two of my fingers into her, eliciting a loud yelp. This one is definitely gonna be a screamer. Her hand slides down my pants, working my dick as my fingers slide in and out of her pussy. When I press down onto her clit, she screams and comes all over my hand.

“You ready for more?” I look at her in her orgasmic state.

“Hell yea, baby.” She pushes off of the car and walks toward my door. A light across the street catches my eye and I see Jules staring out of her upstairs window.

Was she watching us?

I smile at her.

If she wants a show I’ll give her one.

Chapter Seven

Julia

Hearing someone scream outside, I went to the window, never imagining seeing Brian with some blonde bimbo pressed up against his car. When he came by the shop tonight I wanted to let him in but I couldn’t. I can’t go down that road with him again. Not only am I married to a great guy, but I am not willing to allow my heart to get crushed again.

He must see my bedroom light on because he looks up and when our eyes meet he smiles. Shit, I’m caught. They head into the house and I’m not going to lie to myself and say it doesn’t hurt to see him with someone else. It shouldn’t. I shouldn’t care. But I do.

Dan had a business meeting tonight so he still isn’t home and instead of doing stuff on my computer I’m standing at the window like a damn peeping tom. His bedroom light goes on. I’m about to move when he opens the curtains and his eyes meet mine. What the hell is he doing? I see him extend his hand and in a minute the blonde is standing in front of the window and she is fucking naked.

She begins to unbutton the shirt he has on and I know I should walk away but I’m frozen in place. Like a car accident you see coming but can’t look away from. After she takes his shirt off, she makes quick work of his pants. My tongue darts out and wets my lips, his chest is so defined and a tinge of jealousy runs through me as she drags her nails over his skin.

Why would he open the curtains? Why the hell does he want me to see this? Her hands grip his waistband and when she pulls down his pants I get an eye full. I should not be watching this. I turn away and sit on my bed, staring at my computer screen.

As I try to type I can’t. When I walk back over to the window I gasp. She is on her knees giving him a blow job. His palms are resting on the window, but his eyes are focused on me. I can’t see too much emotion given how far away he is but I can almost feel the intensity. My body heats under his gaze. What the hell is wrong with me? I should not be turned on by this shit. He is doing this on purpose just to get to me.

The blonde stands up and Brian’s hands go into her hair. Her long leg snakes around his waist and by their movements they are definitely having sex now. I get a sinking feeling in my stomach seeing him with someone. He was my first and, for the longest time, I thought that he would be my only. So seeing him have meaningless sex with this girl is making me sick.