TIFFIN 3

12

I felt empty when I entered my house. It was magnificent and filled with necessaties yet why did it seem so hallow? 

The deepest part of me hoped that Hero was still here packing his belongings, but I refrained from screaming through the house. 

He was smart enough to schedule the timing just right. 

As I continued to the kitchen, I saw an envelope sitting on the intricate glass table. I opened it, finding scrawled writing on a plain piece of parchment.

Kristina,
I really am sorry. Though I am gone, I will make sure your financial affairs are situated. I've left you everything. If that doesn't show how much I loved you I don't know what will. 

I took the parchment in my hands, tearing it apart. The anger within me intensified. I already knew what that ass hole was up to. 

He was probably already balls deep into another bitch. Was that what he'd been trying to say? That he wanted to go back to the frat days?

Out of nowhere, our house telephone rang incessantly. I rushed over, despite my recent depression. 

"Hello?" 

"Kristina," a crisp voice replied, "this is Evelyn. I thought I'd ask so I can have things planned for the morning. That Eli Seth passed the interview. Shall we give him the job?"

I knew what I should have answered with but with all frustration coursing through me, I only wanted Hero to hurt.

"Do it." I snapped. 

After a long pause, Evelyn went on.

"Shall I speak to Mr. Tiffin about this?" 

"Don't you dare- I mean- no. He's gone. All the decisions are up to me now."

With a crackle our call ended. 

The remainder of my night was difficult. The fact that my husband had left me hadn't sunk in yet.

I almost expected him to walk through the front door and ask to make love to me but no such thing happened. 

I couldn't comprehend how I could have gone through life without him. It was what we were all meant to do; find the person that we belonged to. 

It wasn't just chemical.

There was always something special between us. No matter what happened, life drew us back together.

Why was he fighting it? 

I curled up in my knit blanket as I gave into the darkness. 

When I woke again, things were almost... fuzzy. Everything was more clear and smooth like I was right where I needed to be. 

Much to my glee, I witnessed Hero walking through the front door. He looked as sexy as ever in a white shirt and leather jacket, approaching me. 

A certain look entered his eyes. Was it wanting or possibly hunger? 

"Baby... I thought you left..." I began. 

"Oh, I am," he laughed, "I just needed to get a taste of you first." 

I nearly broke down into tears. 

"Please don't leave. I'll do anything!" 

He tutted, running a finger across my lips. 

"Shh. Don't cry. It's unattractive. Live in the moment. I'm going to see what a slut you are." 

I yanked away bothered by this strange behavior. 

"Did you just call me a slut?" I demanded. 

He smiled. 

"There's no sense in lying. I know good girls like you hide behind a book when in reality you're so goddamn dirty."
 
I was unable to fight back as he pressed a cool kiss to my neck. It wasn't forced. I felt intoxicated by the gesture. 

I wanted him to take me. 

I leaned back, moving my hair to the side. He didn't waste any time in running a hand down the column of my throat, then to my full breasts. 

I arched my hips to meet his, but everything felt so far away now. I tried to keep ahold of him, but it was impossible.

The walls were beginning to close on me. Hero casted me a glance one last time- 

All of a sudden, I shot straight up on the couch. Shit. It was only a dream. 

I touched the corners of my lips feeling the numbness there.

I feel like dreams are going to be a recurring thing 😢

I'm sorry for braking your hearts.