Manic: Confessions of a Wife

Manic Book 1: Chapter 11

At Sovereign Suites, a four-star hotel with a great bar and even better rooms, Wesley and Lori find themselves face to face once again. He reached out to her, asking if they could talk. At first, she considered turning him down, but she can't deny that she wants to see him again. He's been on her mind constantly and she can't seem to shake him off. Despite the potential consequences of being involved with one of her patient's "lovers", she can't resist the temptation of being with him one more time. Even though she's not expecting anything physical to happen, she can't help but hope for it.

The popular bar downstairs is buzzing with people, and they're among them, sipping their drinks. She expected him to mention her, but she didn't think he would go on about it for almost an hour. Annoyed, she wishes they would talk about something else.

"We were supposed to go out last night and she canceled on me again. I don't understand her," he drains the last of his Don Julio. "One moment she's all about me and now she's back on her bullshit. Did she tell you she was fucking with anyone else?"

Sighing, she responds, "You know I can't discuss anything involving her."

"You right," he says, breaking the silence between them. "But I need to talk about this shit. I can't get that crazy bitch outta my head."

She gives an uncertain shrug, "I guess, but I'm charging you if you start getting deep."

"I can't stop thinking about her. She got some good pussy but gah damn!" He looks at her, hoping for some kind of guidance. "What do I do?"

Lori studies him for a moment, admiring every inch of his deep brown skin. She wants to tell him to shut the fuck up and man up, but she knows he's hurting. "Maybe you're just in love with the wrong person," she says softly. "It happens."

Wesley looks at her with a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Oh yeah? You think she's the wrong woman?"

"Well, she is married, Wesley. So yeah, I think she's the wrong woman. You're not in love with her; you're in just. It's just sex Wesley."

"Nah, it's deeper than that. Yeah, her sex..." he trails off with a smile, lost in his memories.

As he reminisces, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Savannah. She wants men, specifically him, to smile when he's talking about her. "Wesley, there are other women out there with better..." she pauses, searching for the right word, "attributes. You deserve someone who will love and appreciate you for more than just your physical connection. Don't you agree?" He doesn't say anything, causing her to press further. "You don't think you can do better than her?"

"Do you like Savannah?" he asks, studying her face.

"What? What are you talking about? She's my client; I don't hate her," she replies defensively.

"I didn't say you hated her. I asked if you like her. You and my girl have a weird obsession with her. Savannah's different and you don't get why men go crazy over her sexy ass. It bothers you, doesn't it?" he presses.

Lori knows he's right but she's not ever going to admit it, "I don't want to be like her. I'm not trying to judge because it's her life, but why would any woman want to be like her? She doesn't have any respect for herself." Irritated at how protective Wesley is over her, she asks, "Uh, are you her husband or is Malik? Damn," she rolls her eyes in frustration.

"Lori, I hit you up, asking to talk. We could've gone to a coffee shop, a food truck... you chose one of the nicest hotels in the city. Why? Because of the bar?" He side-glances skeptically, "Let's keep it one hundred."

She she remains unresponsive, with a blank expression on her face. "Okay..."

"Admit it, you want me to fuck you again because of Savannah. You want me to fuck you like I fuck her."