Who is this person? She liked to talk, but I didn’t think she would act. I hope she’s right, and it will blow over, but not before Jeremy losses connections and
gains a mark on his reputation.
Caitlyn: We are leaving tonight. Text me if you need me.
By the time we got to the hotel, Jeremy had turned from calm to a blind rage.
He slammed drawers, throwing things into our bags. I had never seen him so mad.
“This could have gone so well. You really fucked everything up, Caitlyn,”
Jeremy snarled as he zipped up the bag. “Carlson is a big player. What are we going to do?”
“Jeremy, I just…she said…”
“No words, huh? No words because you just fucked our future. Ruined my
career.”
“He wasn’t into me, I guess.”
“Then you did not try hard enough. Vicky didn’t have a problem writhing under my hand.”
“That’s not fair, Jeremy, and you know it.”
He took his hand and put it on his groin, and then roughly moved it up and
down. “Is that how you did it? No one likes that. I should have known a little prude like you would fuck up an easy trade!”
“A little prude? That’s what you think of me?”
“Come on, Caitlyn. You’ve been a block of ice for years. All you do is lie on
the bed and let me do all the work.”
I bit my tongue. I wanted to say, ‘What about the other women? Did they just
lie there, too? You’ve been through enough of them.’
Instead, the words stayed in my mind. I kept my composure. I was almost free. There is no way I was going to blow everything I had done and planned for
a year over one of Jeremy tantrum.
When our driver arrived, Jeremy was still fuming. I thought I would feel better knowing his career had been damaged. I single-handedly alienated his best
ally. Maybe, when this was all over, I would send a note to Tad apologizing.
“You have to fix this, Caitlyn. You made this mess. Fix it!” he ordered.
You are almost out. Why are you staying for this? You already tarnished his
reputation. What are you waiting for? Leave tonight.
No, I need to see it through.
Maybe Jeremy is right. Maybe I am bipolar?
No. I’m not. I’ve just had enough. I’ve lived too many years with his games
and deceit. Am I broken so badly I would sink to this level?
While my guilt and my inner dialogue were eating me alive, Jeremy texted different work contacts, casually talking about deals he had going on. He was testing the waters to see if Tad had said anything yet. I didn’t like seeing him so upset. The years of love I had for him returned at the most inconvenient times.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I took his phone out of his hands. “Come on,
Jeremy. This is more than being mad Tad overreacted. Aren’t you a little disappointed everything ended too quickly?”
“I’m not in the mood for your games, Caitlyn.”
I kissed his neck and started the seduction I half-heartedly tried on Tad. This
time I was into it.
“The driver is right there, Caitlyn.”
“Let him watch.” I pushed Jeremy down and unzipped his pants. No matter
how mad Jeremy was at me, this wasn’t something he could resist. This was what made him tick. This part of him was his guide.
