Breaking Habits

Chapter 24- Beth- Morning After

Like a virgin who's had her pussy licked for the first time, I duck in the pillow to hide my smile. I still feel Micha's tongue moving through my pussy. He was amazing.

Wanting to return the pleasure, I roll to face him and he's not here. I call out his name and when I don't get an answer, lonely wash over me. After last night, I didn't expect to wake up alone.

He might have gone to get breakfast so I wait in bed but after a while doubts kick in. It's ridiculous to wait. I fooled myself thinking he was different. He probably had a clear head this morning and decided that I'm not worth the hassle.

Realization hits, and I get out of bed and stomp to the chest of drawer to get a clean shirt. His phone on top is silently ringing and I shouldn't, but I answer it.

"Hello."

"What...who is this! Where's Micah?" A woman asks sounding surprised and anxious. "What are you doing there?"

Betrayal strikes as I listen. This call proves it. Micah fed me a load a crap about us being exclusive. He was lying all along. Without thinking, I hang up and the phone starts ringing again, and I don't answer.

I rummage through the drawers for a shirt then quickly throw it over my body. The urgency to go is riding me and when I rush downstairs to gather my things, I see the bag containing my gifts.

Give him a chance, rings in my head and I shouldn't listen, but I snatch the bag too then high tail-it out of Micah's house.

***

Mom wanted to share some news and we met for lunch. We're having Italian food at her favourite restaurant.

I feel awful today but she looks queenly with her half-up halo twist sitting like a crown and flawless in her white linen dress and matching heels.

She is extremely happy boasting about her new husband who I haven't met yet. They met three months ago and I didn't know the relationship became serious. They eloped and I missed it due to other commitments.

"Darling, you must meet him. He's a wonderful man. I know you'll like him."

It's hard to be excited because this her fifth marriage.

"I can't wait."

"You're being a downer Bethaliee. What's going on with you? Is it work? Because you know you don't have to work-"

"It's not that," I say cutting her off.

"What is it then? Don't tell me it's about Parker again. I thought you two ended things for good on the yacht?"

I thought my feelings for Corey would strum after mom mentioned his name, but nothing happened.

My mind drifts to Micah, and when I think of him, my heart beats with excitement then my head hurts with wonder.

Days has passed and I still haven't heard from. He hasn't contact me and it's driving me insane because I miss him. The feelings he raised are bursting out of me and honestly, it's too much to handle.

"Mom, why did you get married again?" I ask to steer my thoughts.

Sighing she looks down at her fingers to focus on her new ring. "Honey, sometimes a woman has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince."

"But what if you never find him..."

Smiling she says, "well at least I can say that I gave it a good try."

That's not what I've been doing. I wasn't trying to find my prince. I was fucking around and chasing after a man who isn't interested in being my prince.

"How do you know when you've found your prince mom?"

Looking away from her ring, out in the distance, she replies, "I'm not sure. Only time will tell darling."

Easing back in the chair, I start to trail my fingers over the necklace that Micah gave me. I put it on when, give him a chance, wouldn't stop rolling around in my head. I'm even carrying around the damn notepad.

Leaning forwards mom says, "that's a pretty necklace."

I don't stop the blush from powdering my cheeks. "Thanks."

"You're smiling...Tell me about him."

Wiping away the smile, I tell her what's been bothering me. "There's nothing to tell really. I met a guy, but he disappeared on me, so now I don't know what's going on."

"Move on darling, he's not worth it, and trust me, never sell yourself short. Don't give men like that a second chance."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I like him mom, I really like him."

I've never opened to the men I sleep with, and Micah had me doing it so easy, and in just a few short months.

"It doesn't appear that he feels the same way about you, darling."

Seeing me sulk, she continues. "Your worth more than him. Let me find someone for you. Farah is having one of her events in a couple of months and I want you to go. Plenty of single men will be there."

Any opportunity mom gets, she introduces me to a new man. The me before Micah would have leapt at the idea, but as I sit here with my fingers trailing over his necklace, the invitation is not appealing.

"Send me the date, and I'll let you know...."

"Ok darling but in the meantime, keep busy. Don't worry over whoever has you so bothered. Bethaliee you're gorgeous, there are plenty of fish in the ocean, so go fishing."

That's a bad idea. I told Micah that I would commit to him, and I want to prove it. I just don't know how because he's not here to see it.

"Should we order dessert mom?"

"I think I'll give it a miss tonight. I'm meeting Andrew in five minutes."

She lights up saying her husband's name and although I'm not excited, I am happy for her. I hope this man is it because I can't watch my mother go through another phase of finding a man.

She's checking her hair and other things, and I recognize the process. It's exactly what I do when I'm getting ready to meet someone, and just like mom, I've kissed few frogs.

I wonder if this is what my future is. Will I marry a bunch of times like her because that's not what I want.

"I'll call you tomorrow darling. I also want you to join me and Andrew for dinner later this week."

"Okay," I say when she kisses my cheeks.

"I know I don't say this often, but I love you Beth, I hope you know it."

"I do mom, you don't have to say it. I love you too."

"Good, I just wanted you to know. Now I must go, Andrew's waiting."

She pecks my cheeks again then she hurries out the door.

Left alone, I reach into my bag and pull out the notepad. Betrayal is the first word I write on the smooth lined page because that's how I'm feeling now.