"Imagine my surprise when I'm sat poolside with a Mojito in one hand and a good book in the other and then suddenly a warning notification is sent to my phone to let me know there is an intruder in the man cave." Elle begins to explain. She looks at Jacob with an almost proud smile on her face and his expression suddenly changes, as if he has just had some kind of realisation.
"So, the man cave had a special security code on it because of the safe we keep in there. If the code isn't entered upon entry than a warning is sent to our phones and gives us the option to ask for police assistance. It's really quite a clever idea. Probably one of the best you've had Jacob."
"Ok, Elle, I get it." Jacob sighs, impatiently.
"But Mia doesn't. So, shut up and stop interrupting me so rudely. Anyway, so Mia, you can imagine my instant concern. Thankfully, I was relieved to realise it was just a simple issue of my husband being too distracted that he forgot to type in the code. Do you know what distracted him, Mia?"
"Elle, I..."
"It was you." She glares.
"My husband forgot to put the code in because he was too busy carrying you onto his sofa. Where he fucked you and you spent the night. Remember?"
I gulp anxiously but nod my head. She watched us. She knows everything, there's no point denying it now.
"And to think, I tried to befriend you and welcome you to the suburbs, but you turned out to be nothing but a filthy two-faced tramp."
"Don't you dare call her that!" Jacob explodes so angrily that Elle falls back in her chair, flummoxed. She studies Jacob carefully and then glances at me before staring in bewilderment back at him.
"Oh my god." She finally speaks.
"This is more than sex, isn't it?"
Her arrogant demeanour and unkind smirk quickly fade.
"We can't keep kidding ourselves Elle. We aren't in love." Jacob says, softening his voice.
She snorts in disbelief.
"And you love her?" She points at me in disgust, to which Jacob nods.
"Imagine my surprise when I'm sat poolside with a Mojito in one hand and a good book in the other and then suddenly a warning notification is sent to my phone to let me know there is an intruder in the man cave." Elle begins to explain. She looks at Jacob with an almost proud smile on her face and his expression suddenly changes, as if he has just had some kind of realisation.
"So, the man cave had a special security code on it because of the safe we keep in there. If the code isn't entered upon entry than a warning is sent to our phones and gives us the option to ask for police assistance. It's really quite a clever idea. Probably one of the best you've had Jacob."
"Ok, Elle, I get it." Jacob sighs, impatiently.
"But Mia doesn't. So, shut up and stop interrupting me so rudely. Anyway, so Mia, you can imagine my instant concern. Thankfully, I was relieved to realise it was just a simple issue of my husband being too distracted that he forgot to type in the code. Do you know what distracted him, Mia?"
"Elle, I..."
"It was you." She glares.
"My husband forgot to put the code in because he was too busy carrying you onto his sofa. Where he fucked you and you spent the night. Remember?"
I gulp anxiously but nod my head. She watched us. She knows everything, there's no point denying it now.
"And to think, I tried to befriend you and welcome you to the suburbs, but you turned out to be nothing but a filthy two-faced tramp."
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The Suburbs
RomanceMia is a thirty-six year old divorced sports journalist who moves out into the countryside to start her new, less complicated life. She soon makes friends with the neighbours, particularly Elle who seems to be having her own marital problems with J...
