Colby Brock One Shots

Cravings Between Us | Part 3 | EXPLICIT

For the last five minutes, you stood by your front door, doing your best at consoling a drunken, sobbing Vanessa.

"Hey, hey." You whisper, "Why-why do you think he's seeing someone else?"

"Once.. you left.. Damian and Ana went to bed, so I thought hey, this would be a good time to you know.. have sex with my husband.." she lets out a laugh through her sobs, "He brushed my hand away from his shoulder and said that he didn't want to do anything because I was drunk."

To an extent, you seen his point, "Have.. you guys done that before?"

"Have sex while drunk?" She nods, "Yeah, yeah, plenty of times, but I don't think he was drunk, so, maybe I'm just.. letting the alcohol get the best of me, I don't know y/n."

"Do you want a cup of coffee or tea, or something?" You offer, and she nods, "Coffee please. Two cream, two sugar."

You nod, walking into the kitchen as she goes and sits on the same couch you were just about to be railed on.

You felt so guilty.

You felt awful.

A part of you hoped she wouldn't remember coming over here in the morning, but you had a feeling she would.

You tap the counter, impatiently waiting for the Keurig to fill the cup. You also didn't know how to measure two cream, so you just poured enough in hoping it matched that amount.

You added two spoonfuls of sugar, stirring it around before walking back in to her with it, "Here you go." Your voice was quiet, full of guilt.

You felt a heavy weight on your chest, almost like the guilt was a ton of bricks.

She takes a sip, humming in response, "Mm, that's good."

"Good." You nod, sitting down next to her. You went back and forth, probably a hundred times in the matter of seconds on what you wanted to do.

Tell her.

No, don't tell her.

Tell her.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

You swallowed, getting ready to open your mouth and speak, but she beats you to it.

"Is this my karma for flirting with the guy at the airport?" Vanessa keeps her stare on the mug in her hands.

"Um, I don't thi- I mean.. I don't, know. I'm sorry. I've never-"

"Okay. Fine." Vanessa groans, "I slept with him."

Suddenly you didn't feel like such the bad guy anymore.

"Oh." You raise your brows, "Well that.. that isn't okay."

"I know." Vanessa leans over, sobbing onto your shoulder. You reach forward, taking the mug from her grasp and stretching to set it onto the coffee table, "I know."

You rub your hand up and down her back, letting out a quiet sigh, "Do you, uh, do you know why you did that exactly?"

You look over at the steps, knowing Colby was right there, right on the other side of that wall. He could hear everything.

"I-I.. Colby was gone.. all the time, y/n. We're supposed to be a happy, married couple with two kids. I mean, that's the perfect life right?" She asks, sniffling hard, "I ju-I just.. he was giving me the attention that I've been I guess.. c-craving from Colby and then one thing led to another and we're in the single bathroom at the airport having s-"