PAYBACK IS A BITCH

Chapter thirty two: The game begins

The days following the phone call to Billy I spent it barely aware of my mind, and frankly I was merely disappointed that once again he proved himself to be a dog. I would have been hurt or angry if I cared for him, but this just proved that he can't change and as such there will be no guilt or whatsoever to feel going ahead with the reason I am here.

The two days it took before he returned Billy called several times, and I never picked except for when he called while the kids and I were having dinner. The phone was on the table when it rang so I could not not pick it. I didn't speak to him long and quickly passed the phone to the kids.

Billy came back two days earlier than his expected date of return and he caught me in the shower when he came in.

"Miss me," I felt his arm move around my waist in the most gentlest way, and as I was expecting him or anyone else I jumped with the most undignified scream spilling from my lips. "Hey, relax it is only I," he moved his hand towards my breast. As his words weren't reassuring and most certainly made me feel worse than if it was a stranger touching me. I quickly moved away from his arms.

"You are back earlier," I moved under the shower to rinse the foam off my body. I was feeling very uncomfortable having this discussion in close quarters. "Yeah, I missed my wife and couldn't bear another day with her in my arms."

"Humph!" I scoffed at his audacity to spit those words at me after spending most of his so called business trip fucking another woman. "Hey, are you alright?" he frowned at me as if he found something weird about my attitude. "Of course, why wouldn't I be," I looked at him like he was the one being weird. He looked confused like a child with no idea what he has done wrong yet being scolded by his mother.

I left him alone with his confusion and hurried out of the bathroom. I spared his suit case which is still unpacked an unsavory look and then moved on like it didn't exit. I dropped the towel around my body and rushed towards the closet.

"Are you going somewhere?" Billy joined me in the room. He was still dressed from his travel, and looked a little ruffled. I wondered if he had one last fuck with the woman she was with that night, whoever the hell she is, before coming home.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His head tilted like it dose when he wants to piece a puzzle. Our son inherited his love for puzzles from him. When we first met, I mean as Isla, I thought it was cute, now it only irritates me.

"Like what," I looked at him with an innocent expression, and continued to dress up like I didn't care what his response will be, and I didn't. He hesitated to speak reminding me of the first moment I caught him cheating and he came to ask for my forgiveness. "Like you want to murder me," he winced as if he found his reasoning a bit ridiculous. I laugh humorlessly, and loudly like he said the funniest thing, bending to my waist before straightening up with my amusement still on my face." And why on earth will I do that?" I arched a brow at him.

Again he looked unsure, and I went back to my dressing. It annoys me when he acts this unsure. He thinks it is cute but it only makes him look like a wimp. "I don't know," he paused and then frowned at me. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Clever deduction," I smirked at him, not doing anything to hide that I was mocking him. He didn't like it one bit as his expression wrinkled with displeasure. "Where to?"

"I am meeting someone," my tone left him to interpret whatever he wishes, and like all men he jumped to the right one. "Who is he?"

I stopped buttoning my shirt to look at him. "Who said it is a man?" I smiled to myself when I saw him exhale in relief even as he asked. "So who are you meeting?"

I thought of lying to him, but why make it easy for him. From now on I am going to have my fun. "Grey." I finished buttoning up my shirt and went to the vanity mirror to make up and do my hair, and it took him the time I finished brushing my hair to make the connection.