The weekend with Rob was awesome. Not only did we have sex multiple times and in different rooms, but I feel like we really connected with each other.
It was Sunday the next weekend the things went wrong.
The week was great. I made my first awesome speech in front of the parliament. Rob helped me write it, he gave me advice on how to make myself feel like I'm not scared of saying something wrong or mispronouncing it - for example, if you catch your error make fun of it and yourself.
"We appreciate humour, especially when bored or after the exhausting meeting," he had said. I'm not sure it's a good idea for after meeting, I'd like to be left alone them. But like, he has worked longer in the parliament, he was a Representative. I'll take any stupid or silly advice coming out of his mouth.
And it worked, I mispronounced a word and then laughed about it, making the rest laugh too and the atmosphere was lifted. It was more... Light and relaxed.
Rob was there for me, guiding me. We have stolen a few kisses here and there, he was warming up to me, not thinking about his boyfriend.
We had lunch together in The Bridge every day, inside when it was raining, outside when it was sunny. He was supposed to meet me in my apartment, we would help each other with our arguments for the new points of the next week.
Like I said, it was a great week. Until that Sunday.
"What are you doing here?" I asked with a cold voice, hoping Rob wouldn't choose that moment to show up.
"What do you mean 'what are you doing here'? I came to drag you to see your kids," Jolein said.
Jolein was my wife, soon-to-be ex-wife if I'm being precise. I filled for divorce when I saw her in bed with my ex-best friend.
A not very good moment for me. I'm divorcing her because of cheating yet I had sex while, legally, still married to her.
And it's not I don't want to see my kids. It's just, I'm busy. So I told her that. "I want to see them, but I'm busy."
"Busy with what?" at that moment someone knocked on the door. I wanted to yell for them to wait but when I looked in the direction of the door, they were open. Shit, I must've forgotten to close them. Jolein looked at Rob, who was awkwardly standing there. "Busy fucking whores?"
I snapped my head so fast I was surprised I didn't break a small bone. "Joelin! He's not a whore. How can you - are you not ashamed?!"
"No."
"I can come back if it's not a good time," Rob quietly said, looking down.
"It's all right, she was just leaving," I glared at her.
"Who are you?" she ignored me and questioned Rob.
"Rob Jetten, Jesse's..."
"Jesse's... Friend? Fuck buddy? Doesn't matter," she raised her hand in a lazy manner. I pleaded her with my eyes not to say what I knew she was going to, but she just smirked. "I'm Jesse's wife."
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1) updating earlier bc I'll be quite busy for the rest of the week and the next one
2) Would yall want another Resse story?
I have a few stories in progress but I'm too lazy (I swear I'm related with the deathly sin Sloth) and don't have the motivation to write them (bc there isn't a lot of interest lol) so you can comment some ideas for the stories.
Note: they can be mpreg, I've been wanting to write one with it
Edit (8 mins later lol): Actually, it could also be a one-shot book, you could comment on first chapter or DM me requests and I could write them
Published: 22:58 CEST, 05. 05. 2021.
BTW IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT: the rain is falling! I was so happy the other day when it was raining all day, I don't remember when I was that happy in sadness (if that makes sense)
