Obsessed 18+✔️

Forty-Six - The Monday After ✔️

I feel like I'm floating.

No question about it. I have never been happier.

I don't expect any word from Colton until I go back to work on Monday, but after everything that happened tonight, I'm more than ok with that.

So when my phone buzzes with two new messages just a few minutes after I get home, it takes me by surprise.

Looking forward to Monday.

And next time, I will make sure we aren't interrupted.

I smile at my screen like an idiot, practically giddy.

It worked! And not only did it work but I didn't even have to convince him to make this a thing.

I knew that there was far more to "us" than Jo wanted to admit, but I didn't know it would be this intense!

I take a look in the mirror, admiring my ruined dress, my messy hair, and my smudged makeup, knowing how it got this way.

Tonight, I will sleep like a baby.

The only thing that could possibly make it all feel better than it does now is the day that Colton can actually be in bed beside me.

■■■

Monday morning doesn't come soon enough.

I'm ready and out the door early, excited to get to work this morning.

Only when I pull into the driveway does Jolie's car sit there to greet me.

She's usually gone by now. I wonder what the holdup is. I won't let her ruin my day or my good mood. I won't.

I quickly check her messages before grabbing my things and heading into the house.

It looks like business as usual, so I'm not sure why her car is still here.

Maybe she's just running late.

"Well, someone is in a particularly good mood this morning." Jo says as I walk in.

Better before I saw your face.

"Taking the day off?" I ask ignoring her.

"No, I'm just running behind this morning. Colton was extra feisty this morning if you know what I mean." She says winking.
"Oh, that's right, you dont." She laughs walking out bumping into me with her shoulder.

What the fuck?

Well, there goes my good mood that she wasn't going to ruin.

■■■

"What's wrong?" Colton says coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulls my hair back nuzzling his face into my neck, kissing me.

"Nothing." I say slouching away.

I empty the pancakes I am making onto the plate and drop the pan in the sink.

"Hey, if you're regretting what happened, we can just pretend like it didn't, but even if that is the case, I still don't want you to feel weird or awkward around me."

I'm not really sure how to respond, but Jo has me so pissed off that snap at him without really meaning to.

"You have an eventful morning?" I ask angrily.

"What?" He laughs, kind of taken aback by my sudden attitude.

"You know, with your wife." I say practically mutilating the pancakes as I flip some haphazardly onto his plate.

"Carrington, what are you talking about? Why are you so angry with me?" He says reaching his arm out, catching me at the waist. 

I don't really know. I guess I had just thought, hoped, and expected that when everything happened between us, you would stop sleeping with Jo.

But seeing as how she is technically still his wife, I don't exactly have the right to be mad.

"Nothing; just forget it." I say shaking my head, trying to calm myself down.
"You hungry?" I ask, sitting his pitiful plate of maple bacon pancakes on the table.

"Carrington, please don't shut me out. If
I've done something to upset you, and I want you to tell me so I can fix it." He says his eyes pleading with me.

Should I tell him?

Probably not. But before I can stop myself, I am blabbing everything to him.

He sits there in his chair, listening to me rant and ramble with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for me to finish.

"Are you done?" He asks, laughing, after I've been silent for a minute.

"Yeah, but why are you laughing at me?" I ask hatefully.

"Because mine and Jolie's sex lives are and always have been basically nonexistent."

"What?" 

"Surprised?"

"A little. Yeah." I nod my head, trying to gauge whether or not he's being sincere.

"We have had sex a total of four times. three of which I was completely trashed. The fourth, I swear I was asleep, and all of which I wasn't thinking about her." 

"But? I... "

"And none of which have been after us."

"Then why did she..." I let my voice trail off already knowing the answer.

To get at me, that's why.

I should have known.

She's been far too calm lately; she was probably just bursting to say or do something—anything—to get at me.

And she knows that Colton is one thing I really can't say much about.

"Now are you going to get over here and kiss me?" He asks smiling.
"Or are you still too busy murdering my breakfast?"

■■■

I do feel better after actually talking to Colton.

True to her word, it seems like Jo is only using Colt for his money and to get at me.

Much like with Jo in general, there isn't much substance to their relationship; there never has been.

It has all been just another way for her to manipulate me.

He also confides to me that he knows her real occupation and all about all of her extracurricular activities'.

He doesn't seem too bothered by it, though, and the kicker of it all is him telling me his plans to take her down himself.

Of course he doesn't know everything that she has done to me, to Steve, or even to him, but what he does know is that since their "I dos," Jo has been transferring money out of his accounts.

Luckily, he caught on pretty quickly and put measures in place to stop it, but she's still trying her best to take all she can. Some of which, I'm sure, is to keep Marshall Coverson quiet.

Regardless, Colton has started to turn on Jo, too, just as I knew he would.

With or without his help, Jo's days of manipulating everyone to her advantage are drawing to an end.