A Nice Guy

5

Nearly everyday I get a text from Hazel now. Wondering what she's done to upset me, blaming me, even going as far as accusing me of raping her. I know it's all just bait, though. She wants a reaction. She wants me to perform for her because she lacks entertainment in her shitty marriage.

I ignore all of them. Honestly, I might as well block her number. Cierra's been noticing the texts, accusing me of cheating on her. I'm stress free, in a good relationship, I don't need the drama. But just as I'm about to hit that block button, one last text comes through. "Can we please talk? In person?" I can't help but smirk, it's like I'm driving her crazy. I cave, texting her back a simple, "sure" and "where at."

November 30th. I meet her at her house. Derrick is working out of town for the weekend. Interesting. When she sees me, she hugs me, tells me she's sorry over and over again. I'm confused, no doubt, but I let it happen without a single protest or question. I think I deserve an apology, anyways.

She looks up at me, her arms still wrapped around my body, her eyes glazed over with tears. "I'm sorry, Alex. But do you think we could just talk about what happened? It's just—we've been so close for so long, and then suddenly you—" I gently push her off of me, turning towards the door. Of course this was some sort of trap; an ambush to point more accusations my way.

"Wait, please," she pleads, sounding so fucking desperate for me to stay. She kisses my neck, rubs my dick through my pants. "I miss you, I miss talking to you—" More kisses, rubbing—"I want you in my life, Alex." I give in. I grab her by the waist and throw her on the sofa, ripping her leggings from her body. "Wait—" I cut her off, pressing my mouth to hers.

I finish quick. It's never that good with Cierra. I look around the room I just fucked her in, in her husband's own house. God, it just keeps getting better. She's quiet on the sofa, so I sit with her for a minute. I don't know what to say to her, of course. I'm so confused, I have a migraine every time I think about her lately.

"I didn't want this," she finally says. I snap my gaze to her.

I take a deep breath, trying not to sound too annoyed by the statement. "Okay, Hazel. So what did you want?" I ask. It sounds very sarcastic, the way I asked, more so than I intended. I just can't help it.

She shakes her head as a tear crawls down her cheek. "I don't know. I wanted to talk to you today. It's impossible, though. You don't treat to me like I'm a person anymore. It's too late." I stay quiet. I don't know what she's trying to say. What was that, anyways? Some sort of fucking riddle?

Normally her shedding a tear would send me into a fucking frenzy trying to fix her mood, but not this time. This time I'm trying my best to hold my tongue, refraining myself from yelling out in frustration at how fucking confusing she is.

I let out a controlled, steady breath. "Hazel, I'm gonna' go. I'll see you next week at Jess' though, right?" I force a smile. Without waiting for a reply, I pull my clothes on and leave. Whatever this is, it's not fun anymore. Not when she's acting this way.