Disclaimer: This short story does contain content of a sexual and graphic nature. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18.
He remembered the first time he saw her. He couldn’t get himself to stop staring at the beautiful brunette in front of him. Something about her, something mysterious made him want to know more. Ryan forces the key into the lock and opens the door. There she is. Room 409. Their usual meeting place. God she’s beautiful.
“Stop right there and take that off” her voice sending shivers through him
He stopped in his tracks. She hated when he wore his wedding ring. He glanced down and took off the golden wedding band shoved it in the pocket of his pressed pants.
“Sorry about that” not making eye contact with her.
She told him once on their way back from a ‘business meeting’ that it wasn’t that he wasn’t a husband, it was just that he wasn’t her husband and that she would prefer him not to wear the ring around her.
Jade slides off the bed and puts her arms around his neck.
“Tonight is all about forgetting about her” she smiles and Ryan is completely hypnotized by the grey eyes staring back at him.
She starts unbuttoning his business shirt and move down to his pants while kissing his ear lope.
“We need to take these off too” she whispers and he is paralyzed.
They’ve always had casual meet ups, coffee here, lunch there. Never intimate. They would come to the room to sleep, shower, talk but never be intimate. He couldn’t be intimate with this beautiful woman, knowing he had a wife at home. Tonight, however, tonight is different.
Jade interrupts his thoughts.
“Take off my shirt Ryan” she whispers, almost inaudible.
His fingers trembled as he struggles to thread the buttons though the holes. He drops her shirt to the floor and can’t help to stare. She’s perfect, in every way.
Ryan unclip the back of her bra keeping her gaze, exposing her breasts and running his hands over her soft skin.
“You’re so beautiful” he whispers and she throws her head back.
She looks at him, frowning.
“What’s wrong? Why are you stopping?” she asks confused.
He takes a step back and look at the half-dressed woman in front of him.
“I can’t do this” he says with a shaky voice.
Jade looks away, covering herself with her arms and he can see tears forming in her eyes.
“What do you mean you can’t do this?” she asks again, her voice breaking.
Ryan walks over to the bed and sits down with his head in his hands.
“I love her Jade, she’s my wife, the mother of my children”.
She walks over to him and pusheshim back onto the bed. He looks up at her and can now see tears streaming down her face.
“We will finish this” she says with a clutched jaw.
“Jade stop” he says, more sternly this time.
She stands up and stares at him, completely frozen. Rejection. Something she knows all too well.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” she screams at him, furious.
“I am married for god’s sake, what do you want me to do”? he asks, not wanting an answer.
“I want you to get a divorce, like you said you would” tears streaming down her face again.
“We can be a family Ryan, we will move away, take the kids, we will start over, somewhere away from her”.
Ryan looks at hr and swallows hard to fight back the tears. He picks up the shirt and pants, scattered on the floor and starts dressing himself.
“I’m sorry Jade, it’s over”.
He grabs his keys and wallet and heads for the door.
“I had a feeling you were going to say that Ryan. You never loved me like you loved her. She was always the one you went home to. I was never good enough. Goodbye Ryan”.
He turns around, realizing what’s about to happen.
Ryan rushes over to the open window and see her half naked body surrounded by a pool of redness. The white curtains floating in the wind.
Out the door he rushes to take an elevator to the ground floor. His silver SUV is parked in front of the building and he speeds away, chcking the review mirror for red and blue lights, but thy never came.
“Claire, honey I’m home”.
The house seems quiet for a Thursday afternoon. He heads to the bedroom but there’s no sign of his wife. A few pieces of cloting is laying on the floor but that’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“Claire”? he calls again, but no response.
He opens the door to the back of the home and steps out on the verander. In the cornder of the garden he can see someone sitting with their back faced to him on the bench under the oak tree.
“Claire, honey, is that you? What are you doing”?
He reaches what appears to be his wife and puts his hand on her shoulder, he walks around to face her.
“Claire? Claire talk to me”!
He reaches for his phone and dials 9-1-1.
“9-1-1 what is your emergency”?
Frantic he tries to explain to the operation that an ambulance is needed. He remembers dropping his phone n the middle of the conversation and held his wife, for one last time.
He sat beside her lifeless body thinking that today is the day he lost two women who meant the world to him, but only one of them truly had his heart.