A Revengeless Life

Retalliation

*Jack's POV*

I was tending the bar. Emily was at one of her famous parties, and Carl was sleeping upstairs. Lexi wasn't working and Charlotte was sitting across the bar from me. 

"How are you, Jack? I know all the tabloids are bashing you and Emily like crazy," she said.

"I'm doing alright. I just don't get it," I said, throwing my head back and downing a shot. 

"Don't get what?" Charlotte asked, motioning for me to hand her a shot glass. I did, and we both drank one together. 

"I don't get why she didn't react instantly. That push was delayed. And hesitant. It's like she wanted him to keep kissing her," I said. 

"Oh, come on, Jack. You know she loves you. She was probably just startled, that's all," Charlotte said, pouring herself another shot. 

"I guess. I don't know. Emily's never startled, though. That's why it bothers me," I said, drinking another shot. My head was beginning to get fuzzy, and the way Charlotte was leaning against the counter made me think she was starting to feel that way, too. 

"Thanks for leaving the bar open for me," a man said, leaving a twenty on the bar and walking out. He was the last person to leave, and Charlotte went to lock the door. 

"What I don't understand is why he even did that. He knows she's married," Charlotte said, slurring her words. 

"I think we've had enough," I said. My words were slurred, too.

"Oh, come on, Jack. Live a little. Are you too old to get drunk, now?" Charlotte said, laughing and climbing on top of the bar. 

"What, are you going to strip for me?" I joked, downing two shots in a row. My head was really heavy now, and I couldn't remember anything but Charlotte standing on the bar after closing time. And my wife kissing Daniel Grayson. 

"That's a fantastic idea," she slurred, pulling off her top. She was standing there in her bra and jean shorts, in her five inch heels, and she turned around and started shaking her ass at me. I laughed, and she did too. 

"Seriously, Char, it's pretty late," I said. 

"It sure is," she said, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off, throwing them down on the floor. Then she climbed down, making sure her ass was close to my face, and she started unbuttoning my shirt. 

"Wait...a minute..." I said, a bad feeling in my stomach. But I couldn't remember why that feeling was there anymore. 

"Come on, Jack," she slurred, laughing, and handed me another shot. I drank it while she ripped my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants. 

"You're beautiful," I said, staring at her in her heels, bra and thong. 

"Think I'm beautiful now? Wait a minute," she said. She unclasped her bra and kicked off her shoes, then slid her thong down her long legs. After that she pulled my pants and underwear down, pulling off my shoes, and we were standing there naked. 

"Well...aren't you going to kiss me?" She taunted. That feeling returned, but since I couldn't remember why it was there, I did. And then we were on the bar, and I was thrusting. And right when I released my seed into her, I heard the lock click, and the door opened. 

And I remembered why that feeling was there. 

Because Emily was standing there, watching us. On the bar. Naked. 

Watching me cheat on her. With her half sister.