I had some thinking to do. Some soul searching to do. But most of all I have to have time away from that house. Maybe That's what we needed was some time apart? Lots of married couples take some time apart. But Sabrina didn't need to know that.
I'm going to tell her that I'm visiting some family. I might as well because it's been a while since I've seen any of my family.
Although I can barely stand my family. I just need time away from my wife, and my life. It's not like she'd actually care if I was gone. I'll just let her figure it out herself.
It's time for time to myself.
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I'm going to be staying at a hotel downtown, far away from my house, I don't know my way around here because I've only ever been down here a few times. And thats what I need, new surroundings.
The hotel was beautiful, and the staff was kind.
"Would you like a room sir?" The receptionist smiled at me with her pearly whites showing.
"Yes please. Room for one."
"Of course. I'll get right on it." and she flashed me a flirty smile.
I just simply gave her a small smile while she have me my room key. "Is there a bar here?"
"Yes it's in the back of the hotel."
"Thanks." with that I walked away for find my room. It was on the third floor, I don't like heights anyway.
I walked in the room and had to catch my breath. It was breath taking, the room was so well organized and well put together. The windows were large and the view was spectacular.
I walked into the bedroom and my eyes landed on the bed with perfect white sheets and blankets. I walked over to the bedside and ran my hand across the blanket. It was as soft as it looked when I pushed down on it.
I took off my shoes and laid in the bed. I could sleep in this for days. Maybe years. It's like I'm laying on clouds. The sheets smelled like flowers. Not the ones that smell like sap, but the ones that smell like what you'd expect it to be.
I think I got too comfortable because before I knew it, I was drifting off into sleep.
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I awoke in a daze, I looked at the clock it was 8:00. I got here at 4:00. Damn I had slept for that long? I got up and put my shoes back on. I need a drink.
I walked out of my room making sure to pick up my room key first. I was walking down the hall to the elevator. As I was waiting, a woman stepped beside me, she had light brown eyes and caramel skin. Her skin wasn't perfect but at the same time it was. Her hair was in curls. And lots of them. It worked for her. She was gorgeous.
I think she caught me staring because she said "Is there a problem? Or do you need help moving your neck." with irritation etched in her voice.
"N-no sorry," I stumbled my words. "It's just that I've never seen a woman like you before."
This irritated her more. "What do you mean by 'A woman like me'?"
I chuckled. "I mean a woman who is bold and beautiful."
Her caramel cheeks turned burgundy. "Well thank you. What's your name?"
"James. James Lucas, and you are?" I smiled.
"Cecelia Williams, but everyone calls me cece. It's nice to meet you James" She smiled showing her teeth as she shook my hand. Her touch felt like electricity. Everything about her just makes me want to jump. And I just met her.
She seemed like the type of woman to make any guy swoon. Her voice was smooth and soft, like butter. She talked like she isn't talking to a stranger. Confidence.
I haven't been into a black woman before. But it seems like a good time to start. She was astounding. She even walked with confidence.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, I had no idea we even got on. I had said good-bye even though I didn't want to leave her presence. She smiled in return and we both walked out the elevator. She went to the front desk and talked to the receptionist. I made my way to the bar.
I ordered my drink and sat on one of the bar stools.
Someone came up beside me, I wasn't looking up but I felt the warmth of another body. And then I heard her voice.
So I introduced a new character 😁 I'm going to try and make my chapters longer, so look for an update to this chapter.
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The Other Woman
RomanceHatred. Why does it exist? But hatred is what I'm feeling right now. My wife is moving out. But my hatred isn't towards her. No, it's pointed towards myself. I hate me because I'm putting my innocent wife through a divorce. I hate me because I can...