She's The ONE

chapter 3

Chapter 3

So what you trying to do to me

It's like we can't stop we're enemies

But we get along when I'm inside you

You're like a drug that's killing me

I cut you out entirely

But I get so high when I'm inside you

Animals- Maroon 5

~*~

Walk of shame was well..... shameful.

That was the best I could come up with. Literally. I had woken up in heaven. That was how I could have described hen I first opened my eyes, but then when I realized what the heaven was , I had tried to slip out of there as quietly I could. Our clothes were all over the house. I couldn't find my panties.

But if someone asked me if I regretted it, my answer would be a big fat No. everything about last night was like a dream. I had always thought I would be celibate old women with two children who would one day to college and end up like Katherine Mayfair in Desperate Housewives but I could proudly say that that was not happening.

Well now you know when Italian Fuck they do it the best. Why hadn I tried that before.

 

There was an unusual skip in my feet as I walked throughout the kitchen surveying the dishes. Even my co workers were giving me the unusual looks. I didn't mind. No one could spoil my mood. Even Summer's teacher who usually found me like a train wreck saw the change when instead of giving her a scowl I smiled at her.

"Lynette is it just me or are you really bouncing." Ebba questioned. She was in her usual black pencil skirt and white shirt. She was the chief hostess of Dashians. Every time I told people I worked here they somehow related that the owner was a Kardashian or a fan of Kim Kardashian and fake boobs.

"Ah! Just the after effects of a one night stand." I chirped happily as I sautéed my onions.

"Oh my god! Did you have a one night stand? Finally because I was seriously starting to think that there were webs and bats in your pussy" Ebba said as she fingered my chocolate cake frosting.

I blushed. That was Ebba. Smart, funny, caring and straight forward. She was a shameless flirt who worked in day time and played in night. Though many people resent her because of her straight forward attitude but I wouldn't have her any other way.

"So tell me. Did you get his number?" She asked leaning in to me.

"No." I replied quietly. It was not like me to have sexual relationship with anyone randomly. I was generally the intelligent one while Cathy and Ebba were the I-will-have-you-no-matter-what type.

"Thank god this day came before I died. Holy mother of meatballs." She shouted and every cook looked at us strangely. Giving them an apologetic look I pulled a dancing Ebba away to the Walk in Cold Storage.

"Oh I totally forgot! Table no. 8 loved your Rillettes and they requested to see you. "

Now that brought a smile on my face. I smoothened my apron and followed her to the VIP section. Dashian was an upscale Restaurant. Most of the clients were very rich and if you dreamed of getting a reservation it may take weeks. Sometimes months.

After the divorce I was thankful that I got this job. The pay was amazing. Amazing enough to enroll Summer and Elliot into a high prized private School.

"Hello Gentlemen." Ebba greeted. "This is our head cook."

"Lynette Mayer. I hear someone say. I turn around and it was as if my whole body shut down. I was frozen."Marquez Solis."

~*~

Meeting with Smith was always stressful.

We had met each other in college through a mutual friend and had instantly hit off. Smith was very loving and attentive. After college ended we got married quickly and that phase was so beautiful. After 6 months was when I saw the signs. He had a very abnormal craving. For 3 months he hadn't touched me. He said that he didn't find me attractive as his wife. Though he loved me but he couldn't have sex with me as his wife.

At first I went with him because I thought that this would end soon enough but after I gave birth to Summer I realized that the money in our joint account was slowly going. When I questioned Smith he said that he was having trouble with business and needed the Money. But after two years I got to know he had a mistress who lived in La Vegas with her husband.

That was when I decided that this was getting out of hand and applied for divorce.

But some weird part of me thought that this was my fault. Though I knew that this was all Smith's Wrong but that didn't stop my over thinking brain.

I rang the bell of the Victorian Style House which used to be our humble Abode. As per the Court Saturdays were the days he got the kids. But most of the time he was out n a business meeting etc,etc. it was all bullcrap. But today he had called me asking for some time with the kids.

We had decided to take them out to eat. Smith opened the door and as usual he looked good. With partial French genes he was a sight for sore eyes.

"Hello Lynn." He said as he locked the door. I nodded at him and walked back towards my car. A year since our divorce and still there was a glacier between us. "You know if we have to pull this off. We need to talk."

"Thanks but no thanks."

With that I sat inside the car.

~*~

"Hi Lynnie. This is Cathy. You are not answering your calls. Should I be concerned? Call me and tell me all about Italian Sausage. Bye and CALL ME!"

There she goes again reminding me why I was so stressed. I am so stupid. I jumped into a one night stand without knowing the rules. Today when I saw Marquez in the restaurant I was so shocked but I think he didn't recognize me.

He was very calm and collected.

I stripped down naked and jumped in the shower. Halfway through I heard my phone ringing and without seeing I picked it up.

"Hey Cathy. I just jumped into the shower. Mind if I call you back later?"

"Mind if I join you."

Fuck my life.

~*~

Waddup Situation reference!!!

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Yeah I have been watching too much Superwoman. So how was this? This is the second part of the chapter. The first part is in the adult book so make sure you check that out.

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