Breaking Habits

Chapter 18- Beth- Torn

In the last four weeks, I've done everything that I can to contact Corey, but his secretary won't allow me to speak or see him. I hate that stupid wench.

Two days ago, I told her I would sell the stocks I own in his companies and that I wanted to end the affairs in the ad campaigns I do every year. I'm not doing any of that though. I just need to see him

She finally allowed access under business. He accepted my request, and agreed to see me tonight, and because of the short notice, it's at his place which works out better for my plan. I just hope Liaison won't be there because I'm going to seduce him.

Nervous, I check myself one last time. My six-inch stilettos matches my mini red dress. It's covering the red lingerie set I know he loves on me. The black trench coat hides my intentions, but Corey will know. He will take one look at my heavy makeup and wild hair and see that I'm there to give.

***

The nervous drive almost makes me turn back, but I calm myself by the time I arrive. When I do, I find my key still its post. It's not shiny like before. It's dirty and rusty as it's been sitting in that same spot forgotten, just like me.

Using it, I open the door and the foyer looks different. Where the walls were once covered with expensive art, pictures of Corey with Liaison on their happy adventures decorates them now. I hate that he's brandishing her. He never hanged pictures of us when we were dating, not even when we were in love.

Ignoring them, I go to the lounge and the large semi-circular sofa that he used to fuck me on isn't here. A five-seater set along with other new furnitures are decorating the room now.

"Beth." Corey greets from behind me.

Just his presence alone makes my temperature rise and I undo my coat before I turn to face him. His nostril flares when he sees my outfit, and I smile watching one hand go up to rub the back of his head. That's his tell. We haven't been together for a while, but I still know when he wants me.

He continues to stare with his fingers in his short, groomed hair and it reminds me of the times when I used to do it. My fingers ache so badly to take over his. I miss doing it.

He's wearing a black suit without a tie. The top two buttons on his crispy white shirt are open and like always he looks delectable.

"You look surprise to see me." I say smiling while shimming out of the coat.

The dents that I expect to see in his jaws doesn't form because he doesn't smile back. The days where I used to poke my fingers in them are long gone. I want those days back.

"I'm just wondering why you didn't use the doorbell."

Posing I tell him, "I found my key in its spot. Does it mean that old times still stands?"

It's exciting as he walks over, and when he stops to tower over me. I feel like dropping to my knees.

Up close, I stare at the five o'clock shadows on his jaws, and he looks so sexy with it. I would give anything to feel them grazing against my thighs as he eats my pussy.

"I forgot they were there," he tells me taking the rusty key out of my hand.

His voice makes me hot, and I miss the times that we spent talking in bed. I should have cherished those moments.

As his fingers brushes mine, I snatch the key back then sway into him to let him see what I'm really want.

"Now that I've reminded you, can I start using it again?"

"What the fuck are doing Beth?" He scowls stopping my hands from running up his chest.

"What we should be doing Corey, like old times. I want you. I still love you. Please take me back!"

I didn't think I would start pleading so early in my plan. I thought if I dressed this way, the most I would have to do is beg him to tear my clothes off.

"I told you Beth. I've moved on, you should as well."

"You're not serious. C'mon it us. This is what we do Corey. How long are you going to keep this up for?"

He glares at me, and I fall to my knees in front of him. I'm done waiting. I'll give him whatever he wants and take whatever he gives me in return. I just want him back.

"Corey please!"

That seems to please him, and he softens. Bending he gathers me up in his arms and his smell makes my head spin.

Over his shoulders, I glimpse Liaison as she comes in. Shocked, she stops in her track to watch. I hate that she's coming to ruin my moment with Corey who doesn't notice because he's looking down at me like I'm a lost dog.

"I know-you've always loved me," I say loud enough for her to hear.

Finally seeing the truth Corey dips towards me, and I close my eyes because he's going to kiss me. From this angle it will already look like we're kissing to Liaison and here is where they break up. The moment I win Corey back, and when I do, I'll never let him go.

"Let me make this clear to you... It's over Beth...The next time you come into our fucking home, announce yourself, then wait for my wife to let you in," he grates in my ear.

His words are like bullets piercing through my heart and I stumble away from him. I see Liaison stumble too, and Corey seeing my look, turn to look behind him.

"Liaison, baby wait! I can explain this!" He coos with panic.

As she runs from the room, he gets ready to dash after her. "Corey..." I call out to draw his attention back to me.

"Get out Beth. You're not welcomed here!!" He snarls then he chases after her.

***

Like always I wait for Corey. I waited an hour, and while I did, I cried on his floor. He didn't come back, and I got angry. He doesn't want me and I can't understand how after all these years he's throwing me away.

Looking around, his reason stares back.

The anger that I feel towards her flares, and the pictures on the coffee tables next to me flies across the room when I swipe my hands over them.

Heaving, I get off the floor to snatch the pictures off the wall then I throw them across the room and hear them shatter like my heart.

The crystal decanter sitting on the mini bar catches my eye next and I walk over to it. When I open it, I gulp down some of the Brandy then after that, I throw the rest on the lovely carpet.

The madness in me makes me want to do more than just destroy this room. If Corey doesn't want me, I'm going to make sure he knows how I feel about it.

The mirror above the fireplace shatters when I throw the decanter, and the rest of the glass set splinters and cracks after I thrown them in the fireplace.

After that, I take one heel off and make my way around the room: stabbing them in the leather chairs and ripping them wide open. The cushions gets destroyed too.

It's exhausting, but I'm not satisfied yet, so I try to flip the coffee table but it's too heavy to lift. The fucking thing is ruining my mood and I kick it.

My ankle knocks against the edge and I lose balance and fall with excruciating pain. It makes me scream but I can't cry because I already hurt.

Finally realising how I've been wasting my time waiting for Corey, I pull myself off the floor then hobble out of his house.

***

I don't want to be here, but I don't want to be anywhere else either. I haven't seen Micah in weeks. We haven't been speaking since I refused him.

I got no answer when I rang him earlier and now ringing his doorbell, I don't think he's home, but I decide to wait on his doorstep because I can't tolerate the loneliness or the pain in my heart.

***

I'm jarred awake when something knocks against my sore. Startled, I look around me to see who it is, and Micah's glaring down at me angry. The smell off alcohol is strong on him, and he's swaying a little on his feet.

Standing, and ready for whatever that comes, I say, "I want you to use me Micah...just for tonight-please