Ellen Is Mine

You. And only You.

Patricks POV:

My first thought of opening the door was the face of Jillian. The face she always gives me when I come home.. looking at me like I've slept with any woman. She's always been protective like that. She always sees me in movies, kissing other girls. She wants the same, but more. Expects more from me. But she just wont accept the fact that we don't have chemistry anymore. Its dull. Kissing her is dull. Sleeping with her is dull. All I can think about is Ellen when I do any of those things. Even though I haven't slept with Ellen.. I hope to. But she has Chris. Chris is a great guy don't get my wrong. He just has my Ellen.

I step through the door quietly, trying my best to tiptoe through the wood floor, but every inch I move makes a crackling noise through the wood. I close the door and flick on the lights as the face of Jillian peers through my vision. Turning around, she fake smiles.

"Well well well.. nice to see you've shown up to your wife at home. How's it been?" She asks crossing her arms, standing against the door frame to our kitchen.

"Jillian.. it's not what you-"

"It's not? So you knew I was going to ask that question? How's Ellen doing?" Jillian says with a sharp tone.

"Nothing is going on between me and Ellen. Or any other woman in fact."

"Isn't Ellen's body just so perfect? Her boobs just the right size and her curves.. oh don't get me started on the curves Patrick." She throws her hands up in the air like it's the best thing she's ever spoken about. I let her continue her rant.

"Oh my God! How silly of me! I didn't mention her ass. Her ass is just so big and so delicious isn't it Patrick? Don't act like I don't know what you're doing with her."

"Jillian. I am not having.. nothing is going on between me and her. You are my wife. I would never do that to you." I sigh.

"Oh using excuses now? Oh please.. you don't even care about me. If you could you would file a divorce right now. You don't come home for dinner, you don't kiss me, hell when's the last time we had sex? And you love sex."

"I'm always busy. You know how much my career means to me. I love you Jillian, and me and Ellen are just friends. I promise you." She let's out a hard sigh as she approaches me.

"You better not be lying." She says giving me a harsh kiss.

"There's the kiss I've been looking for." She cheers up as she heads into the kitchen. I wipe my mouth off. I lied. I lied straight to her face. I know there is something between me and Ellen. There's chemistry. There's light and joy. There's love. And that's all I need in a woman. But the looks add extra credit, as Ellen is by far the most attractive girl I've seen before in all of history.

I run upstairs and into the bedroom; placing my bag on the bed and adjusting the pillow to sit up on. I pull out my phone seeing a message from Ellen. I pull it up.

You still haven't answered my question Patrick.

I stare at her text that she sent 5 minutes ago, thinking of what to say.

I can't answer it.

That's all I type. That's all I can think of at this moment. I can't break up my marriage. Can I?

Why not Patrick? I need to know. Chris is my life. And if you love me the way that he does, I can't.

You can't what?

It takes her a minute to respond.

I can't be around you. He has given me so much love.

I shake my head at her text. Is the love I give you not enough Ellen? I love you. And only you.