Australian Heat (Mature)

November 4th, 2015

His phone began to vibrate on the nightstand, Lindsey groaning with annoyance before he picked it up, noticing that it was his wife. He could either ignore it and let it go to voicemail, wait until he was ready to speak to her, or just pick up now and face whatever may be her mood on the other end.

"Lindsey? Lindsey, I know that you're there. I can hear you breathing..." said Kristen as he let the phone linger against his ear.

"Uh, hey, Kit. How's it going?"

"Don't, how's it going, me..." wanting to snap at him, to scream at him through the phone but how would any of that make a difference?

"Okay, well, I assume there is something that you are upset about..." sitting up in bed.

"I trusted you all these years...do you know that? All these years..." holding back her tears, not wanting to show the weakness.

Lindsey sighed, "You got the papers..."

"Papers?"   her asking, not sure to what he was talking about, Lindsey placing a hand on to his forehead that he has now opened another can of worms. "Lindsey, what papers?"

"Nothing...what are you calling about? It's early..."

"It'd be nice if you could have at least let me know..."

"Okay, I am really not sure what you're talking about, so it would be nice if you would just stop beating around the bush."

"You and Stevie..."

"What about me and Stevie?"

"You're so naïve, more than you realize...I was sent a compiled message on my phone from someone anonymous that shared some pretty controversial photos with me..."  gritting her teeth.

"What type of photos? If you're talking about on stage, you already know that's an act..." lying but then realizing why he even was.

"How about ones in a club around Halloween, I assume it's Halloween, as Stevie has on an incredibly gorgeous costume...It's not hard for someone to really be able to figure out who she is underneath that mask now, is it?"

"Yeah, we went out for Halloween - she asked me to take her and I did. So, what?"

"So, what? So, what? The kissing, the hand holding, the obvious lust in your eyes...I know you're screwing her..."

And here all this time, Lindsey thought they were being so discreet. "I want to see these photos that you claim are controversial..."

By that time, Kristen had hung up, him keeping the phone up against his ear until the beeping began. He set his phone back down and then turned to look at a still sleeping Stevie. It was about to get ugly and Lindsey had to protect her.

A few minutes later, Lindsey received a compiled text of the photos, seeing that it was indeed a blocked number that she had received these from. It blew his mind that someone actually took their time to do this but who? He's had fans call his house phone before but their cellphones were not listed, no where on the internet to be found. Who could this mysterious photo taker be?

They got good shots, ones of Stevie rubbing up against him and his hands on her hips, lingering below her breasts. The others were of them in all sorts of loving stares on the dance floor, his fingers in her mouth. God, he was stupid...

Stevie cleared her throat and he placed his phone down, pretending as if he hadn't been staring at it all this time, laying down on his back as he watched her open her eyes up at him. She was so beautiful. Sleep in her eyes and all.