Little Miss Lovers, Little Miss Stealers

ʅChapter II ʅ

Little Miss Lovers, Little Miss Stealers

ʅChapter II ʅ

 The next morning, Rebecca woke to the sweet and pleasure-filled feeling of someone rubbing her side. She let out a trivial, sleepy moan and a chuckle resounded behind her. She opened her eyes wide, turned around, and met Blake’s beautiful brown ones.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” he asked lightly.

She felt her heart sink. Yeah, it had been awhile. Seeing her husband having sex with another woman – the secretary that she had even become friends with – had been the closest she’d come to having any sort of action. Well, unless she counted the vibrator.

 “Kinda,” she finally answered in a small voice.

Blake leaned his head on his palm, his elbow propping his head up. “You know, you should go to a club or something tonight with me.”

Rebecca had partially been hoping that he would suggest that he would please her that night, but she shook the thought away; he wasn’t straight, so she needed to stop hoping such things. The idea of going out sounded nice to her since she hadn’t done so in quite a long time and the thought of Trent was a world away. It was as if he had become nothing to her and the hurt was less sharp. “Where at?”

Blake smiled. “Shock Wave. I know you’ll love it!”

The more she thought about it, the more and more appealing the idea sounded to Rebecca. She could finally let loose tonight, something she hadn’t done in a long time for Trent kept a tight leash on her and she was never the cheating type anyways. And she vowed to have fun and not let Trent and the secretary bring her down.

She smiled widely at her friend. “It’s time to say ‘NEXT!’ huh?”

Blake nodded in return.

*      *      *

Rebecca hoped with all her might that Trent wouldn’t be home when she went to pack a suitcase – she would be staying with Blake until she figured something out – but since she never had a great deal of luck, his car was parked in the driveway. She sucked in a tight breath, willing herself to march in there and not let even Trent stop her.

She turned to Blake who was in the passenger seat. “Will you come in with me? I want you there if he tries to talk me out of leaving…”

Blake had always been well-built, and if Trent tried anything, Rebecca knew that Blake was an opponent who could take her soon-to-be-ex-husband down. But she mainly didn’t want Trent to be able to convince her and Blake would help her to do that – she was so easy to forgive and knew she might buckle if she didn’t have someone stronger there with her.

Blake gave her a pitiful smile. “Of course, Ray.”

With one last deep breath, Rebecca opened her door and stepped onto the driveway, Blake following her movements. She didn’t bother knocking on the door, but instead she slid her key into the hole and opened the door. She briskly made her way to the master bedroom, Blake in tow.

Trent was in the bathroom from what Rebecca saw; the door was shut and the light was on. After a minute she could hear the shower running and sent a silent “Thank you” to whoever ruled above. She lightly stepped into her closet, grabbing a suitcase and began filling it with all her clothes.

When she was done, her suitcase barely zipped when she shut it. Blake had already gathered her shoes and slipped them in a trash bag when she was finished. Then she headed upstairs to the guest bedroom, filling another trash bag with her toiletries, the ones she had conveniently moved to the guest bathroom two nights ago.