As I was pacing my apartment thinking and trying to find a loophole I can dig myself out of this mess. My mess. I dug my own grave and there is no way in hell I will drag Elinor with me. Just then I hear the telephone ringing from the living room, I take a deep breath, or two, and make my way to answer it. "Jenny!" a beautiful voice speaks to me through the other side of the line. It's Elinor, she sounds happy, enthusiastic... hopeful as she speaks. "Earl filed for a divorce while we were in New York, I have no clue what had gotten him to do so but my best bet is that he finally decided that I am no longer of use to him! Thankfully the divorce won't be difficult, even with dividing our assets. He and I have very different properties and he made it very clear that he doesn't care about any of them." she let out a laugh and my god was it a genuine one, it sounded so real, so true and beautiful. I hadn't said a word since I picked up the phone and that stirred up her concern. "Jenny? Are you there?" I quickly pulled myself together, and it was at that moment that I realised I was crying. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm... I'm happy for you..." I trail off, unable to say anything else. She picks up on my silence and says. "You don't seem happy... Jenny are you alright?"
"I'm fine." I managed to mumble loud enough for her to hear me.
"You definitely aren't fine. Do you need me to come over?"
"No! No, it's late and we should probably both go to bed."
"You and I both know that you aren't going to sleep so long you feel frustrated. I'm coming over and that is final." she says in her stern, "there's nothing you can do or say to change my mind", voice right before she hangs up on me. I bring my hands up to my cheeks to find them soaking wet with tears. I threw away the photo and the envelope just so she wouldn't suspect a thing. Knowing her, she probably is already on her way by now. I quickly wash my face with cold water hoping that the sting that it leaves behind due to the coolness calms my nerves down.
Normally, I would have picked up a cigarette, but I didn't. I couldn't, it would disappoint her and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I pace my apartment a few times, taking a few deep breaths from my bedroom window every now and then until I hear the doorbell ring. I went to open the door and there she was. Does she really have to look so perfect and beautiful all the time? Makes things way harder than they already are. She stepped inside, grabbing my face and kissing me softly. My hands wander to her waist pulling her closer as though I was scared that she may slip away any moment. I pulled away trying to catch my breath but she kissed me again, and again, and again. I tried to pull away but it was useless. I am powerless whenever I am with her. She has such an effect on me, I feel that my body, my mind, my soul are all hers. I am hers and only hers. How can I let go of her? She seems so happy and relieved. I sigh into her lips as she kisses me one last time before pulling away just enough for me to admire her face. My eyes wander around, looking into hers at first. I saw sparks, different from the ones I've seen before this time. I can tell that it's hope. Then my eyes darted down on her lips, kiss swollen, so soft I could practically taste them. I lean in one last time kissing her deeply. She parts her lips letting me in and I cannot resist. My tongue moves over hers and she moans softly into my mouth. As much as I enjoyed having this woman in my arms, I cannot take things further than just kissing. Besides, I needed to talk to her, hold her, take my time drawing every feature on her face with my finger tips.
I finally pulled away taking a deep breath inhaling her perfume, I felt drunk, intoxicated. She let a soft chuckle escape her lips and I smiled resting my forehead onto hers. "Sorry." she starts, "I got a little carried away... it's just..." she trails off. "It's just,,? Just what?" I ask drawing lazy circles on the small of her back as we move from side to side as if we were slow dancing. "You are so irresistible, I couldn't hold back. You sounded so upset when we were on that phone call and I was so worried. When I saw you, I wanted to make all your worries disappear. You are probably stressed because of the premier since Earl announced the date, but trust me, everyone will fall in love with you, with your performance. They will love Jennifer Louise Rivers."
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RomanceMajor TW: //this story contains//: Mature themes. Hard language. Nudity and sexual violence. Homophobia / sexism. Murder. Reader discretion is advised. Note: this story is set in the late 60s in the US. It's extremely controversial and I am aware...