Malice

-3

-John-

Fucking slimy old bitch. Mrs. Miller, who ever the hell she was, sticking her nose in my God damned business. I was in a vile mood...Theo, however, was all smiles. As always.

I never went to her house, mainly from having no desire to drive an hour outside of the city and into the woods. It was a glass fortress, hidden deep in the trees. When I had asked her, in the beginning, why the hell she wanted to live in such a big house alone, she explained that it was her fathers house. He'd built it with his own hands decades ago.

But I made the journey there because what other choice did I have? Reagan had been right, sort of. I was making lousy choices. "So, why do I get the pleasure of seeing you here? You never come here." Theo was laying out on a lounge chair by the pool, some kind of mixed drink on the table between us and sporting a rather skimpy bikini. It made me uneasy...thinking of all the hunters that probably lingered at the edge of the tree line, watching her.

"Because we can't meet in the city any longer." It was as simple as that. If I could get my hands on that old hag, I would probably strangle the life out of her. No, it wasn't our style and I wouldn't nearly enjoy it as much as usual but I'd fucking do it. All for putting shit in my wife's head that didn't need to be there. Reagan needed to focus on work and us. And maybe if I convinced her that we should start 'trying again', it would take her mind off of the crap people told her.

Theo looked over at me then, lifted her shades and frowned, "Why? I like going to that hotel. It makes things so much more exciting." Her eyes were the color of the pool water in the sunlight. Striking. Beautiful. I preferred her hair down, but today she wore it in a long braid.

"Because Reagan is suspecting things..." I left it that, not bothering to go into detail about Mrs. Miller. Theo knew very little about my marriage and I liked to keep it that way. Of course, it bothered her entire soul but that's how things needed to be and only for my wife's safety.

"Ugh. Here we go again. Reagan this, Reagan that..." Theo rolled her eyes before she swung her legs over the edge of her seat and stood up. "Who cares if she knows? It's not like she's going to leave you. She wouldn't know what the hell to do with herself." When she grabbed her drink and took off towards the door that led into a ridiculously large kitchen, I followed.

"I care, Theo. Why do you have to be so hateful?" Once we were inside, I shut us in. The air was going at full speed and it was relaxing. The day was stifling. Theo sat her glass down on the marbled counter top and came to me.

"You're right. I'm sorry but really, John. You know how I feel." Her arms slipped around my shoulders and I returned the embrace. I did know how she felt. She got a rise out of screwing a married guy. She thought that she was taking something from Reagan by doing so and she enjoyed it. Greatly.

From there things got hot; Theo knelt in front of me, made unknown promises with her mouth. Still, I couldn't take my mind off of things. I needed to distract my wife. Of course, buying pregnancy and ovulation tests, tracking her cycles and stressing over getting pregnant would be a waste of time but it would give her something to do besides worry about what I did in my spare time. If only she knew...really knew.

-Reagan-

Nathan Monroe was an ex firefighter gone arson investigator. From what I learned he was single, or at least not married and had no children. He'd moved here after accepting a job offer and planned on staying for a long time. Obviously, I was now his real estate agent.

He hadn't gone into too much detail about his wishes for a home. Spacious, with a few bedrooms and a fenced in back yard. A list with three whole wants on it. If only the Millers were this simple. For majority of the morning I showed him several houses. He'd only said no to one house which had been parked right beside a fraternity. I didn't blame him.