to do, kill me? You were a tiger.”
Slipping off him, I purred, “If you want to go again, I’m ready, willing, and
able.”
His heart was still beating fast. Please, say no…please, say no…please, Jeremy, close your eyes.
“You spent me, babe. I need to take a nap.” Grabbing me around the waist,
he pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. “Let’s just stay like this. Damn it, Caitlyn. It felt like the old days. You make me insane. What came over you? I
don’t think you know how much I love you.”
I didn’t respond. I just shifted as if trying to snuggle closer. Why didn’t you say those words a year ago, Jeremy? Why was I not enough?
I lay still while I waited for the sound of him sleeping. This time, I knew Jeremy was in a deep slumber. Reaching to the floor, I picked up the phone and
unlocked it.
I took the phone with me to the living room, where I quickly gathered the manuscript I had hidden and returned to my closet. When the door was shut, I hid my work and looked through his phone.
Jeremy: Bad news. I need to cancel this weekend.
Ginger: No! Why?
Jeremy: Business in San Diego.
Ginger: I love the beach. Can I come like San Fran?
Jeremy: Sorry, babe. The bitch is coming.
Ginger: Not fair!!! Jeremy, I am sick of this. I deserve more!!!
Jeremy: If you want to be a bitch, pack and get out of my condo. I pay
your rent. You don’t work. What the fuck else do you deserve for a
couple of bjs? I already have a fucking crazy wife. I don’t need another.
If you want to end this - I’ll find a new piece of ass. Trust me. There are
other women to fill your spot and cost me less.
Ginger: No, Jeremy, I’m sorry. Don’t say that. I love you. Please don’t do this. You’re right. I’ll be better for you, baby.
Jeremy: I’ll talk to you when I return, and you better make it up to me.
You might want to get to the gym while I am gone. I noticed you have
put on a couple of lbs. I don’t need a fat girlfriend.
Ginger: I’m sorry. Please, baby, don’t be mad at me. I’ll go to the gym. I love you.
I wanted to type into the phone that he was not worth this. Seeing the cruel
words he wrote to Ginger, my heart hardened. He didn’t deserve my guilt. He was a horrible person. I couldn’t save Ginger, but maybe I could help. Picking up my phone, I knew what I needed to do to ease my guilt.
Caitlyn: I need a favor.
Jack: Anything.
Caitlyn: I have to go away for the weekend with my husband.
Jack: Is everything ok?
Caitlyn: No. Ready for this to end.
Jack: End it now. You don’t need him.
Before I could even defend my reasons, another text appeared.
Jack: Sorry. I should mind my own business. How can I help?
I sent the picture of the conversation between Ginger and Jeremy. It took several minutes before he replied.
Jack: He’s a real piece of work. I’ll check on her. You’re lucky to be free of that, Caitlyn. You deserve better.
Caitlyn: Thank you. I’ll talk to you soon.
