37 days: Holding on 2 broken promises

Stirring the pot

POV
Millie

My entire mind and body have gone into overdrive. I missed his touch more than I originally anticipated. I don't know what made my mind change, was it the beautiful, carefree date? Or was it the image of him standing in the doorway with his shirt off and water dripping delicately from his body? I don't know either way and I don't care either way because right now, I want him more than ever. I want our bodies to become one.

X reaches over me, opening the bedside drawer. He fetches out a condom and kneels on the bed between my aching legs. He rips the top of the wrapper with his teeth and spits it off to the side.

"Are you sure about this baby? I don't want you to feel pressured." He asks looking down at me.

I don't say anything I just nod my head.

He slides the condom on, preparing for what's to come and the anticipation in me is building.
He slowly enters himself into me, I can't help the moan that escapes my lips.

"Fuck, I missed you." He says hoarsely.

He ever so slowly moves in and out of me, careful not to inflict any pain. He leans himself down bringing his mouth to my neck burying himself there.

He gradually picks up the pace with his thrusts and I don't know why my mind goes there but it does. I imagine X doing this to Aspen. I begin to feel all negative emotions, feeling the betrayal at its peak. I'm so humiliated when hot tears start falling down my face. I pray to god he doesn't notice.

"I love you, baby, I love you so much," he says through thrusts as tears continue their way down from my eyes collecting in one ear and the other side onto his cheek.

He notices.

He lifts his head up putting it directly in front of mine.

"Millie, what's wrong?" He asks fretfully.

"Nothing," I say wiping away my tears, "I'm fine."

"Baby, talk to me." He pleads.

"It's..." I can't get the words out because sobs take over instead. This is so embarrassing, I'm crying like a baby during sex.

He puts his forehead against mine, "It's too soon." He says taking my thoughts from my mind and out from his mouth.

"I'm sorry," I say through tears.

He pulls out of me, leaving me empty again.

"No baby, you have nothing to be sorry for, I'm the one that's sorry," he says brushing away a strand of hair from my face.

He removes his hovering body and lays beside me instead.

"What can I do to make this right?" He asks sounding defeated.

"I don't know, maybe just time," I say hoping that's the truth.

He takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles, "I'll wait forever if that's what it takes," he says so sincerely.

I squeeze his hand in appreciation. This man can very clearly have anyone he wants at any given time. He could've just said fuck it and moved on to the life he once lived before he knew about my existence but he's not. He's trying really hard here to get me back and I'm now feeling guilty about it. I want to forgive him but I need the time to do so. I feel guilty for my interest in Nick but it's just so easy with him.

"I should probably go," I regretfully say.

"Please don't baby," X says desperately.

"I have to, I have work in the morning," I say.

"I can take you there tomorrow," he suggests in desperation.

"I don't have any of my things here X, I'm sorry," I say.

"Okay," he says giving up.

I stand up off the bed putting my bra and underwear back in their rightful place and put on the sweatpants and shirt on that X has loaned me.

X stands up doing the same. Once we're both dressed again in warm, dry clothes, he puts his hands in his pockets staring at me.

I walk over to him and kiss his cheek, "Thank you for tonight, it was beautiful."

"Anything for you Millie," he says again.

"I can walk you to your car," he suggests.

"No, no it's fine," I say and he looks as though he wants to fight me about it but decides not to.

"Okay," he says and embraces me in a long, tight hug. I never want him to let go.

He, unfortunately, releases me, I grab the napkins and the envelope.

"Goodbye X," I say softly.

"Goodbye, Millie." He says watching me leave.

I make my way down the elevator and onto the first floor, the thoughts of tonight fill my mind.

"When are you going to tell him?" I hear a voice from behind me.

Adria.

I turn around, "excuse me?" I ask.

She has her arms crossed with one hand balled into a fist under her chin with the bitchiest face on.

"I asked when are you going to tell him that you're seeing Nick?" She asks again as if I'm stupid.

"How do you even know about that?" I ask now crossing my arms too.

"Oh honey, how do I not know about it?" She asks in such a condescending manner.

Penelope, that little two-faced bitch. I knew I couldn't trust a damn thing she said.

"Well, Adria, it's really none of your business," I say matter of fact.

She laughs, "It's only a matter of time, Millie, you'll be nothing but an old memory to him and we'll be right back to where we were." She says living in her fantasy world.

I laugh back, "yeah, well I'm the one wearing his clothes right now," I say with a wink at the end.

I leave it at that and turn my back and walk away with her spitting out hateful words at me.

I can't help but laugh again once I get outside.

Delusional woman.