Confessions of the Other Woman [First Draft]

Chapter 10

A.N: So it's been a while since I've updated. My bad. I'm kind of trying to work out what direction I should take this in. Also I do plan on going back and editing.

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Brooke left me a text the next day saying that she had to fly back out to LA, but that she would return in a few weeks for that drink. She also mentioned something about discussing featuring my work in an art gallery. I wasn't sure what made me hesitant about that. Maybe it was due to the fact that working photojournalisticly, people did not really judge your work harshly, well at least not unless it was truly horrible. I just wasn't sure I wanted to put myself out to the public like that just yet.

Quentin lay sleeping in my bed as I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower. When I finished he was still sleeping so I threw on the first over sized t-shirt I saw and some black underwear before heading to my kitchen. I kind of wanted to wake him up, I kind of wanted to kick him out. But I let him sleep. It was starting to become a pattern. The night before would be amazing and the morning after I was always left with these thoughts.
Thoughts about how I wanted to cut him off. How I wanted him out of my life. Yet at the same time, I didn't want him to stop. I just didn't want to be involved with him like that. That shit was waying heavy on my mind.
I didn't even realize I had started cooking until the oven beeped. I opened it and the smell of bacon filled the room.
I placed the bacon on a plate lined with paper towels and then proceeded to make waffles and eggs. By the time I finished he still had not awakened.
I rolled a blunt and smoked it.
When I finished and he had still not awakened I walked back into my bedroom.
He still lay in my bed, sleeping looking so peaceful. I crawled onto my bed and shook him lightely. His arms shot out and grabbed me around my waist, pulling me down ontop of him. He kissed my neck softly.
"You cooked?"
I tried to move away but he held me in a tight embrace. I let out a deep sigh.
"Yea, you were sleep. I didnt really feel like waking you so I cooked a little something." I said softly.
I could feel his dick stirring as he kissed my neck again slowly.
"I can think of something else I want to eat."
It was a tempting though but, "Breakfast doesn't really taste as good reheated." I responded and he let go of me.
I got out of the bed quickly and walked back towards my kitchen, not knowing if he had followed me until i started fixing a plate and i felt him watching me as i pretended to ignore him. I loved him. There was no doubt in my mind of that, at that very moment. However my mind wouldn't let me just be in the moment. Hurt wouldn't allow that, especially not now.
"Where are you at right now?" He asked.
I looked up at him. As much as wanted to say what was on my mind, I also didn't want to keep bringing up old shit.
"Just thinking." I said softly, handing him the plate. It wasn't for me, i had lost my appetite.
He put the plate down, "Thinking about what?"
"You keep telling me that you love me," I began, "That you're never let me go, but why? What's the point of all this? You are still with her are you not."
He said nothing, just as I knew he would and I pressed on. "You haven't even begun to leave her. Which is crazy because you've been at my door every night since you found out I was back."
I stopped speaking and tension settled into the silence. I didn't even recall being extremely pissed off, but some how my words had brought me there. To anger.
"So what? You're going to stay with her and continue fucking me? I have your heart, but you want me to be your side bitch?" I asked, as my blood boiled.
He took a step forward and saying, "It's not that simple I can't just leave."
"Well how about I make it simple. Because it was easy for you to leave me for her. How about you just leave again? You did not have a problem with it then, you shouldnt have a problem with it now."
I folded my arms over my chest.
"It wasn't an easy decision." He said his voice pained.
I didn't look in his eyes to search for the truth. Because once upon a time he had looked me in my eyes and lied to me. That time i had been blinded by love, this time I couldn't be even if i wanted to. You know the old saying fool me once.
"It wasn't an easy decision, and yet you made it. You left the woman you claimed to love for a woman you claimed was just a friend. And you're still with the chick. And when you leave you are going to go home and be with the chick."
He met me with silence. His face filled with guilt.
"So you can just leave now. Because i can already see how this is going and i'm not that chick. You're not going to turn me into that chick either. I don't care how much i love you."
He started to call my name but i held my hand up. "Just leave."
He stared at me long and hard before saying, "There is more to this than you think you know."
He left and i finally let out the breath i was holding. My strength was gone and i didn't even know i was crying until hot tears spilled onto my shirt. I really could've really used that drink with Brooke right about then.