It was worse than I imagined. Three dozen photos of my husband with
various women in a variety of sexual positions lay in my hands. Three months of
infidelity before me. Jeremy had been terribly busy.
The most upsetting was a photo of him with one of the blondes on his desk in
my condo. He had been brazen enough to bring a woman into my home and have sex with her. Where was I? Was I in the house at the time?
Angrily, I flipped through the rest of the photos. My stomach tightened. How
many nights had he made love to me after being with these women?
Jeremy definitely had a type – oversized breasts with a vacant look of unintelligence. All of them dressed in outfits I knew he chose. I had a closet full of the same kind of clothing, which he had purchased for me. In my case, wearing the whorish clothing meant I was ‘Mrs. Whitaker.’ So, what did the other girls get out of it? Jewelry? Vacations? A fancy meal? Or, was the fact that he was a good lover enough payment?
I slipped the images back into the envelope and sighed. I’ll not cry.
“I am sorry…” Jack started to apologize before I interrupted.
“No, I knew it was happening. There is a blonde that keeps reappearing. Do
you have her name?” I asked coldly.
“I do.” Jack reached inside his jacket and withdrew an envelope. He opened
it and pulled out a slip of paper. The white paper had neat handwriting on it that read:
Ginger Sky. Cocktail Waitress at Sonny’s Playhouse. Twenty-one. Nofamily to speak of. Condo on Grand.
“You’re kidding me, right? She lives two blocks from my house? How can a
cocktail waitress…?” I didn’t need to finish my question. He didn’t need to tell
me the answer. Jeremy must be paying her rent.
When we arrived at the boutique, I was shaking. “Can we drive a bit more?
I’m not ready to go home yet.”
“Patrick, take us on a tour. The lady is new in town,” he said, winking at me.
Patrick looked at us in the mirror and nodded.
Slipping the paper back in the envelope, I forced a smile. “Thank you.”
“You’ll be better off without him, Caitlyn. Do you have a good attorney?”
Jack asked. His silver eyes were so sincere.
I reached over and touched his hand. The feel of his skin sent a chill through
me, which only added to the warmth building inside me. I let my hand slip onto
his leg, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You didn’t let me pay for dinner.
How can I ever pay you back for all you’ve done?”
“You don’t owe me or anyone else a damn thing.” He cupped my face gently.
His eyes shone with a silver spark of anger.
My mind left my body, and I kissed him. It wasn’t the old Caitlyn trying to
dominate. I wanted to feel alive and desired. I was not a leftover to be discarded.
At first, I felt his hesitation, but he relented. Jack pulled me into his arms and kissed me back. He tasted sweet like the cake we had just shared. I inhaled his
musky cologne, not wanting to forget any detail of the moment.
His kiss was like none I had ever shared before. It was a long, slow kiss. He
didn’t jam his tongue down my throat. Instead, it was tender and loving. It was
the kind of kiss you saw in the old movies… the kind I always dreamed of. The
fire I felt made the feelings I shared with Jeremy feel juvenile.
Sliding onto his lap, I pressed myself against him. His hardness pushed against me as I began to kiss his neck. When I returned to his mouth, he stroked
