The Other Woman

Back to the Pad

It was about a month since I last saw Bruce. I would text him about our next plans and it would be tough to figure out a set time and date because he would cancel, or just never get back to me. I would be lying if I said it did not make me upset, but I knew he still had a wife at home to deal with. I would say to myself "I'm a girl dating a man who's married to someone, what should I expect?" The difficult thing was that I was falling in love with him. Falling in love with a man that I should not be head over heels for. He would say how much he cares and misses me. He would say that Im a strong girl who's tough, smart, and going to take over the world one day. Even if he said it through a text message, it was because it was from a man with a sense of so much power that it made me feel so special. A man this smart at this age saw this in me, and it was not my actual father. Someone who truly believed in me. Jessica and Mike were still together, and we all decided to meet up at their bachelor pad again for drinks and dinner at our favorite bar. By the time Jessica and I got there, I texted Bruce that we arrived. I called him, Jessica called him, even Mike called him - but no answer. Twenty minutes later pass by and I receive a text from him saying "My daughter had a panic attack. Can't make it tonight. Sorry." Of course I was disappointed, but what was I supposed to do? Get mad at him? It was his family, and I was not in it. Although at this point I wish I was in his family. 

I was wearing a two piece set from American Eagle, a jean jacket, brown lipstick, Steve Madden flats, and the Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag Bruce bought me on a previous date. Jessica told me that Mike had another friend who was really hot. "If I was not with Mike, I would definitely be with him. He is so hot and funny." In all honesty, I did not want to meet him. I was too head struck with Bruce that I did not want to meet anyone else. Even if he did cancel on me all the time, I did not want to cheat on him. Even though, he is cheating on his wife with me, it still felt wrong to me in a way. Mike met the both of us outside of my car. As Mike and Jessica held hands, I followed behind him. It was early October, so it was a little chilly. When we got to the bar, our bartender, Matthew, who knew our faces gave us a big smile when we sat down. I ordered my go to drink, Kahlua and Scotch on the rocks. Mike kept laughing at me saying that Bruce is once again a no show. "How do you expect Bruce, a man with a family and wife at home, to be so committed to you? What do you think you are to him?" I downed my drink and got another one. Mike's friend, Eric, walked into the bar and sat down next to me. Jess kept poking at me. He was a little chubby, but he had a good looking face and a great smile. He kept flirting with me, but I was not into it at all because I was only into Bruce. As time passed and more drinks were finished, he started looking very attractive to me. Eric was telling me about how he loves to fish, and how he has a lake house about twenty minutes away from Downtown, and was showing me pictures of his boat, his hot tub, and his views of the lake. He was intriguing me a lot, although I kept thinking about Bruce in the back of my mind and thinking how much I missed him. We had oysters, which was our favorite at the bar we were at. We decided to go to another bar. This is when all hell broke loose.

I'll be honest with you, alcohol and I do not tend to mix very well. I usually throw up when I have had too much, and I have not learned my limit at this age yet. I just kept drinking and drinking until I throw it up. Keep in mind I have had seafood in my stomach. When we got to the other bar, I ordered another Kahlua and Scotch. This was my third one. I was so drunk at this point that Jess had to help me up so I would not fall on my ass. When my drink arrived in front of me, I took a couple sips, then I threw up in my drink. Jess took me to the bathroom and I threw up some more, telling her how much I loved her. You know, just what girlfriends say to each other when they are plastered. Our friendship seemed to form because of our sugar daddies. After I left the bathroom, we decided to go back to the Bachelor Pad, which was about a five minute walk from the bar. When we got there, I kicked off my shoes, and went straight to bed. My head was reeling and he got on top of me and was caressing my face and hair. We started to makeout when I crawled on to the side of the bed and projectile vomited everywhere. Jess and Eric cleaned me up and then next thing I knew the door was closed and Eric and I were getting into action. I did not even know what I was doing, but it felt good. It was sad to say that Eric's dick was way bigger than Bruce's. I was moaning so loud, and he kept looking me into my eyes when he was thrusting his big girth inside of me in and out. I remember him flipping me over and pulling my hair and grabbing my neck to bring me closer to him while he was doing me from behind. After our encounter, he went to sleep and I passed out. When I'm drunk, I tend to not sleep. I woke back up at 3 in the morning and saw a missed text from Bruce. "So sorry I missed you last night. I will make it up to you I promise. Hope you had fun." A flood of guilt was sent through my body when I read that text. I kept tossing and turning, and around six in the morning there was construction people working outside, and that was Eric's cue to go back to his house to get ready for work. He worked at the same hospital as Mike and Bruce, and funny thing about it is - Eric is Bruce's enemy. They were both Orthopedic Surgeons at the same unit, but were always in constant competition with one another. Of course, I learned this after the fact. Eric kissed me goodbye, and since I could not sleep, I decided to get ready for the day. Jess and Mike were still sleeping. As I was taking my makeup off from the night before, I kept looking at Bruce's text and felt awful. Mike walked into the bathroom to pee. "So I heard you and Eric last night. Sounded like you two had a lot of fun." I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed. " You know Eric is Bruce's sworn enemy, right?" I scrunched my face. "Figures. Please, just do not say anything to him." "I won't, I won't." I swallowed hard. I knew Mike would not do that, but a part of me felt like I cheated on one of the most important men in my life.