The Sinner is You

Chapter Seven

"Anna, I wasn't expecting you home until later," Mike said calmly, trying not to seem suspicious. He watched her expression, trying to figure out what she was thinking, unsure if she saw Chester or thought anything of him if she did.

"I woke up early and I missed you," She smiled and Mike decided she must not think much of the situation at hand. He hadn't made it to the living room when Anna ran into him, so he couldn't quite see the couch to see if Chester was still around. "Did someone stay the night or did you just crash on the couch again while I was gone? There's a couple blankets folded up out there."

"No, I had a friend stay over last night. He got wasted and couldn't drive home and we live in walking distance from where he was," He said after he had gotten to the living room, pushing past her, and seeing Chester's glasses left behind. Apparently, it was the right thing to say.

"Oh, I was wondering whose glasses these were," She went to pick them up and Mike felt something spike in his stomach. He wanted to snatch the glasses back and snap at her for touching them. It was like a piece of Chester left behind.

"Why'd you ask if I crashed on the couch if you knew those weren't my glasses?" He challenged her, wanting an excuse to be angry with her. Perhaps he could drive her back to her parents so he could have Chester over safely.

"I... They could've been yours, I wasn't sure," She shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile, that proved he wouldn't be able to push her away over this. She gave him a brief hug and kissed his cheek, rubbing his back warmly. "I'm going to jump in the shower quick, then we can go out for breakfast or whatever you're in the mood for."

"Okay," Mike sighed and watched her head back to their room. He pulled out his cellphone and rang Chester's number.

"Mmm... Hello?" A female voice answered and Mike's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Uh... Do I have the wrong number?" He asked, knowing he had chose Chester's ID in his phone.

"Depends on who you're calling for," The woman purred, sounding as though she was always trying to be seductive. He felt uncomfortable talking to her.

"I was trying to call Chester..." He trailed off, still unsure about the whole situation. He wondered if Chester's phone had been stolen by this woman.

"Oh, Chazzy! Yes, this is his phone," She confirmed, but that didn't get Mike anywhere.

"Could you put him on...?" He asked as though it was obvious, but her giggle made it seem as though the thought never crossed her mind.

"Mmm, are you sure? I like talking to you, your voice sounds sexy," She purred and Mike rolled his eyes.

"Please put Chester on. You're - um - not exactly my type anyway," Mike tried to put her down gently.

"Fine! Fucking faggot," She snapped and Mike cringed, but was thankful as he heard her shouting for Chester. He heard the phone shift.

"Hey," Chester said softly and Mike's heart was beating in his chest just by hearing Chester's voice. He didn't want to admit that he liked Chester more than he should. He was meant to be using Chester just for sex so he could get through his sexual cravings while keeping his marriage afloat.

"Hey, Chaz. You left," Mike used the nickname, hoping it would make the stripper more comfortable with him calling; making it seem as if they've known each other for years.

"Yeah. I woke up with a horrible headache and decided I over-welcomed my stay," He paused for a moment. "...You didn't want me to come over, did you?"

"No, no, I was just checking in on you," Mike quickly dismissed Chester's assumption, hearing the uneasiness in his voice.

"Checking in on me? We aren't dating Mike. I'm here to help you with your affair, but we aren't a fucking item," Chester snapped.

"Fuck you! You're just a fucking prostitute! Excuse me for caring!" Mike sneered in return, wanting nothing more than to have hate sex with the other man. "You're full of dirty fucking sins. You're just a used, empty space of a human being."

"The sinner is you, you cheating asshole! All you care about is your fucking homosexuality and sticking your goddamn cock in my ass without your wife finding out! You didn't call because you cared, you wanted to make sure your wife didn't see a fucking stripper passed out on your couch!" Chester yelled, loud enough to the point where Mike had to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment.

"You forgot your glasses," Mike said softly, knowing he couldn't work himself up before going out with Anna. He didn't want to be pissed at Chester and not be able to have sex with him. They had to be on even terms.

"Thankfully I don't wear them that often, keep them. Keep them and your dirty fucking dick to yourself. If you think I'm coming back to you, you're a fucking idiot," Chester murmured casually, as if he wasn't even angry, just relieved.

"I want you to come back. Not now, just later. You're coming back here," Mike said firmly, with a thick layer of possessiveness to his voice.

"Says who?"

"Me. If you don't come back, I'll find whoever pimps you out. I'll tell them you let me fuck you without charge repeatedly. I'll tell him you blew off work to come to me. If that's not enough, I'll just leave a little tip for the police about you," Mike smiled to himself, knowing he had Chester wrapped around his finger. Chester was silent. "I assume you do drugs? What else could you be blowing your money on? That'll be something interesting for the cops. Don't like the sound of that, huh?"

"You fucking asshole," Chester muttered, sounding defeated. Mike silently congratulated himself for cornering Chester.

"What do you say? Will you be coming back to me?" He asked, waiting for a few moments without response.

"Yes." He heard the soft reply and the flat dial tone following soon after.