THE HALF OF IT

Part-3

Disclaimer: The story is a work of fiction n does not have any resemblances to real life.

“You know what You’re right,” she said, her voice firm and determined, matching the sudden flash of defiance that lit her eyes. “I do want to talk about it, because I’m so done letting that jerk make me feel like what happened is all my fault when he’s the one who screwed up.”

I raised my brows in surprise over her pronouncement, but there was no
Denying I really liked this new, gutsy attitude of hers. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

She downed the rest of her beer maybe for more strength and said, " I came to Boston to surprise my boyfriend as he told me he will be on a business trip this weekend. Things have been little off between us lately."

I kept silent and just arched my brow up, giving her time to continue.

After what felt like minute she finally said, "Umm... things have been off between us even in bedroom so I thought of spicing things up physically as well."

I was really very surprised listening to this and my intrest picked and before I can think I asked "How?"

She looked at me flushed and Said in a low voice, " Fantasy Sex".

That was the last thing I had expected her to say and then tipped my head to the side curiously. “Fantasy sex?” I asked, dying to know what she deemed a worthy fantasy but maintained my cool exterior.

The color of her cheeks pinkened, but much to my delight, she didn’t back down from the question. “You know, role playing. The whole sex-with-a-stranger thing in a hotel room. It sounded exciting and I stupidly thought it was just what we needed to get our relationship back on track again.”

I almost hated to ask . . . “But?”

Her soft features looks pained and she continued," I pressed the bell of his room, he opened it and was shocked. Since it was surprise I thought maybe that's why. When I tried to hug him, he stepped back and said I thought it's room service. I was confused about his reaction now."

She paused, and I let out an empathetic groan, because I knew exactly where this story was heading and how it was going to end. I also knew the anger amd pain of finding out that someone you were in a relationship with had betrayed your trust. I’d been there, done that, and it fucking hurt.

Teju shifted in her seat and put on a brave expression before continuing, " I was waiting for some reaction from him to know that he was happy to see me, but then a women came from behind him wearing a bathrob making me more confused and hurt."

I had known the outcome, but I swore under my breathe anyway, because the hurt in her eyes made me want to punch that idiot in the face for being a lying, cheating douchebag—and for humiliating Teju, instead of ending a relationship he obviously didn’t want to be in. Not to mention the damage he did to Teju's dignity and self-esteem as a woman.

She wasn’t crying. Her eyes were dry, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling devastated. Then again, maybe she hadn't been invested in her ex as much as she’d thought, either.

"So once I got over my confusion and realized he was having an affair in name of business trip I looked at him and he went on to explaining how he wasn't feeling a connection in our relationship, how he was feeling we are done and wanted to move. No apology nothing, nada. The only sorry I got was when he said he is sorry that I came all the way to Boston and my trip got wasted." She paused took a deep breath and said, "A very happy valentine's to me". Hurt was do visible in her voice that I wanted to now kill her ex and hug her tight.

Without thinking much I reached my hand across the table and engulfed her hand in mine and said in a soft voice, " It's not your fault Teju. Your ex is a coward and an ass for not ending it with you face to face and cheating on you." The need to comfort and protect her was very high.

She smiled at me and said, " Maybe you are right."

I squeezed her hand and gave her assurance," You deserve better."

"I know" She said, " I should have seen the red signs but seems like I was too blinded but now as soon as I reach San Francisco, I am throwing all his things out so I don't have to see him again. God how much I want to take hot shower and sleep in my bed but seems like I have a long night at airport trying to find some place to sleep." She sighed.

Ughh.. her innocent words took my brain into a different directions. My mind started imagining her in shower and in her bed and my eyes darted to her beautiful parted lips. I shouldn't be imagining her in any of these situations but my brain wasn't in a mood to listen to me.

Damn, who is the arsehole now? I scolded my brain. I shouldn't be thinking all this when Teju has just been dumped by a moron and needs comfort. I should be a gentleman and show her all men are not same and help her smile. Even though my mind has already made hot, sexy scenarios with Teju... but I will have to keep them in my Fantasy only and focus on her right now.

" I wonder if the hotel had any rooms left", her words brought me out of mt thoughts and I took a deep breath before making an eye contact.

" I doubt that", I Said " they were booked even when I called forty minutes ago so seems finding an empty room now impossible." Then I remembered I have booked a executive room with two bedrooms. " But hey, I do have a comfy bed for you to sleep and a shower for your hot bath."

Her gaze jerked to me, and too late I realized just how suggestive my words sounded . . . like I was offering to share my bed with her.