My show at MoMA was a success except I watched Geoffrey leave drunk with a woman. I was glad no one else saw. I rubbed my forehead and said goodbye to my family. One this is for sure I was really glad they didn't Geoffrey slip out with the woman.
"He's gone for the night?" I turned around and faced Michael. I nodded my head and smiled slightly.
"C'mon I'll take you back to your hotel." I looked at him and shook my head.
"Can we go back to yours? I don't want to be in the emptiness of mine." He nodded his head and I followed him out to his rental. I got in and we drove in silence. I was trying to keep my mind off of Geoffrey and what he was doing.
We arrived to his hotel and he parked. We walked inside the lobby with a beautiful chandelier hanging. We walked to the elevator and he pressed the 9 number. I stood apart from him looking down on the floor. The elevator doors open and I got out and he came out behind. I let him lead the way. We went down the hall and entered the room.
I locked the door behind me and I went into the bathroom. I washed my face and dried it off. I walked back into the room and found my purse. I grabbed myself a cigarette and went out on the balcony. I lit and Michael joined my side.
"I'm so close to going crazy." I turned towards Michael and he turned towards me.
"One minute you guys are good the next you all aren't." I nodded my head. I thought Geoffrey was the one for me. I know he is because no other woman would put up with his shenanigans.
"I'm the only woman that will put up with him. Maybe his brother was right I am stupid." I laughed and shook my head. I took another drag of my cigarette. I felt Michael grab my hand and pull me into a hug. I wanted to break down, but I didn't.
I put the cigarette out and walked back inside. I layed down in his bed and he layed beside me. I put my head on his chest and he rubbed my back.
"I really do thank you for everything Michael." I felt him shrug and continue to rub my back.
"No problem babygirl." I began to play with a strand of my hair and twist it around. He took away the strand and I looked up. He put a finger under my chin and he kissed me. I wanted to break apart from him, but I didn't. Our tongues clashed and it felt so good. We broke apart and I looked at him.
"I know it was wrong for me to do that, but I had to otherwise I would regret that I didn't." I nodded my head not wanting to speak. I was still in shock over the softness of his lips and the way his tongue massaged mine. I just wanted it to happen again.
"Why did you and your ex-wife divorce?" I heard him sigh and I sat up and looked at him. I acted like I was looking at my watch as if I'm saying "I'll wait" he laughs at me and stares into my eyes.
"She cheated and left me for the new guy." I bite my lip and look at him. I smile and stare at him. I leaned down towards his face.
"Looks like she fucked up." I kissed him and my leg on the other side of him, straddling him. I grinded against him and I felt him get a major hard on. I sat up and took off my shirt. I threw it to the side and leaned back down kissing him. He kissed my neck and it felt so good. I sat up and took off his shirt. He turned us around and he unbuttoned my pants. I unbuckled his pants.
I haven't felt this much passion in awhile the way he held me and caressed me. Every touch made me smile and every kiss made me feel more alive. You would think guilt would knock on my door, but it never made a visit.
I woke up from the same horrible dream. The thing is I woke up in Michael's arms it made me feel much better. I climbed out of his bed and started a shower. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and kiss my neck.
"Can I join you?" I smiled and laughed.
"I thought you were." He picked me up and we got in the shower. He had me pressed against the wall. The water hitting our skin. His lips were pressed against mine. I steady myself on to the bathtub floor. I turned around and he washed my back and kissing the back of my neck occasionally.
I did the same for him and after a while of just fooling around in the shower. We got out and dried ourselves off. I put on my clothes, grabbed my purse and he put on some clothes. He grabbed his room key and car keys we headed for the lobby.
We got to the lobby and left and we got in his car as he drove me back to my hotel. In 30 minutes we were there and I kissed him one last time.
"See you later." I said and I left his car and headed into my hotel. I used the elevator and went up to the penthouse level. I used my key and got in. I saw Geoffrey there on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Did you leave early this morning to do something?" He didn't look at me and I rolled my eyes.
"No I haven't been here at all until this morning." I heard him sigh and put the newspaper down. I looked at him and poured myself a drink.
"Who was it?" He knows and I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. I drunk a little of my drink and stared at him as I did.
"Michael." He nodded his head slowly and he put the newspaper back up in his face.
"The man did a good article on your art show." I walked over to him and sat down. I looked at the picture he captured.
"This is a nice photo of my family and you with a camera." moments of silence went by. I don't know why there was a long silence.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME NICOLE?!?!" I watched him stand up and I stood up slowly.
"It hurts doesn't it," he said nothing and I nodded my head and stared.
"I don't know why because the sex with Michael meant nothing just like sex with your girls mean nothing too." He walks away and I sit back down. He has no room to be a hypocrite.
