The Devil's Trail

21- The Game plan

By the time we entered Vegas, I had made my decision..

I was going to tell Jack.

I'd like to believe it was because I was a good person and had a soul, that my conscious wouldn't let me sleep unless I exposed my own infidelity. I had cheated on him, I needed to own that and receive the consequences.

Because despite what could happen, I didn't regret the kiss or kisses. I had felt a connection, a connection more than what I had with Jack right now.

I wondered if it was because Zak was there and he wasn't? I also wondered if it was because myself and Jack's spat before I went away had some impending effect on how this week went? But then I realised I was looking for an excuse, one that didn't involve me being in the wrong, and I was. Most definitely.

My second decision, was to trust Bacon... Not wanting to be in close quarters with Zak and having my hands padded up, I arranged for Bacon to bring my car to my apartment. So I wouldn't have to go to Zak's.

As the RV came to a stop in a car park, I pulled my bag onto my shoulder, gave a brief smile and said goodbye to both Zak & Bacon before getting off. I headed straight for him, the man with his arms outstretched, smile across his face, happy to see me, Jack.

"I've missed you so much." He gushes hugging me tightly and lifting me off the floor before spinning me around.

I knew that it wasn't for my benefit and that someone must be watching... Sure enough Zak was.

As I looked at Zak, a fear spiked inside me, knowing what I had done was wrong, but that didn't stop the feeling that I wanted to kiss him again. Perhaps it was change? I needed change in my life to move forward? I watched him get off the RV before shaking his head at me and heading into the store.... He was mad. With me.

"I'm so glad you're home. I missed you." Jack spoke again making me smile at him. How could I say that I missed him, when I was kissing another man?

"M-me too." I stuttered feeling the guilt way heavily on my shoulders over my actions.

"Here let me take those bags and then we will go and grab some dinner. We need fresh food."

I nod and hand over my hold-all bag letting him push them into the trunk before he took my hand. I hiss slightly and pull away assessing the bandaged palms.

"Oh damn, I'm sorry baby. I forgot." Jack frowns.

"It's okay." I respond with a smile, hoping he would leave it there, but of course he didn't, instead he showered me with kisses and apologies before vowing to run me a bath when we got home and prepare my dinner.

I felt awful, I felt rotten and evil. I felt shame. Jack was a good man, despite his faults in the bedroom. He was a good man.

Instead of holding my hand again, Jack looped his arm around my shoulders and guided me into the store.

As Jack grabbed a cart, I held my own body and slowly walked around with him. We had little conversation back and forth, between lockdown, his mom and dinner. I had forgiven him for his mom's antics and his lack of defending, because who had done the biggest crime?

Oh that's right. Me.

I kept my eyes peeled as we walked around the store, hoping that I could avoid Jack meeting Zak any time soon, by guiding him in an opposite direction. The last thing I wanted was for this to come out over a Cauliflower.