Honeymoon confessions

Ch. 27

Justin fell back onto the couch. The morning sun seeped through the thick mundane curtains. He briefly caressed his two-day old beard, as he pulled down the cotton material restraining his morning hard on. A year had flown by since his divorce. A year since he got back his first love, yet he still couldn't bring himself to lay in the same bed as Michelle after they had sex.

He sighed.

The sex was good. Michelle was good. Occasionally, he would relish the softness of her skin, loving the sparks it set while he was buried deep in her. As he roughly grabbed her ass, he would mold it, dragging himself in and out of her warm essence. Yet even after that, when he finally came down from his high, he wouldn't hold her as she slept.

Of course, Michelle noticed the behavior, but whenever she would ask him about it, Justin would find the perfect excuse for her, "It's the company. Our new partners are a headache. That's all." She wouldn't press on after that but even he was wise enough to know his cup was running full. Today would possibly be that day.

A bored sigh escaped from her as she got off his lap. She would then through her hands in the air, defeated before landing them on her hips.

"It's been a year, Justin. I can't take this anymore," she began. "What is really going on with you?" The look on his face was that of boredom.

"I'm going out." he said as he made his way to the bathroom. "Again?" she asked. "How long will you be gone this time? The whole fucking day?!"

He swiftly spun around to her. His hard gaze drew into a squint. "Maybe this time when I come back you won't be drunk...again!" That shut her up. "You have nothing to say now? He questioned.

There! He'd said it and now he stood there, patiently waiting for her response. "Nothing to say huh?"

She dismissively shook her head, "This isn't about me. It's about you leaving your family every single day to do what knows what with whoever!" she burst out.

Justin rolled his eyes at this accusation.

"Do you think I don't notice how you rush into the bathroom as soon as you get back home from your "business" trips? Or how you can't even sleep in the same bed as me after we have sex?" she arraigned. "I'm not stupid Justin?"

The room fell silent after that. At this time all he wanted to do was escape his unwanted thoughts of blame. He was not innocent but couldn't take full blame. Just like she wouldn't admit to having a drinking problem.

"Don't wait up for me tonight."

That was earlier this morning. He loosened his necktie as he fell back into his embody chair. Michelle's words disturbed him. He wasn't a cheater. Yes, he allowed George to drag him into bars and even entertained flirting from the women but that was where it ended. Before he could be buried any deeper in his thoughts, George strutted in.

"Mr. Patel called." He began. "He's willing to give thirty million dollars for fifteen percent. He proceeded to place the folder on the mahogany desk as he waited for a response. His befriend remained silent. His eyes were fixed on nothing but held a hard focus.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Justin finally spoke.

George sighed, waited about five seconds before filling the empty seat before him. Michael took the silence as an invitation to continue. "It doesn't...she doesn't feel the same."

There was a clicking sound followed by an unamused chuckle. Although George wouldn't let it rest there. "You were a teenager," he started, "both of you were. Whatever you thought she was back then, would only worsen with age."