The Other Woman

3

"Well, I didn't expect to see you here, I didn't take you as a drinker." I turned to her. She looked exquisite. she was wearing a black dress that went just a few inches above her knee. It hugged all of her curves.

"You'd be surprised." Cece laughed. "I only drink on occasion." She stated.

"Well then let me but you a drink." I insisted. I wanted to get to know her. She was extraordinaire.

Most black girls I've seen never even looked my way. But she isn't like them. She's... Different.

She smiled, "Alright," then she put her hand on my arm "But only if you tell me about yourself." A grin spread across my face. But then she took her hand away, and my arm got frigid from her touch.

"To a beautiful woman like you? Of course."

We then talked about my life and what city I live in and then some. I avoided talking about my wife. It's as if I had forgot about her. Which I'm glad about,thats what I came here for anyway.

But we talked about her too. She's from Georgia, she had 3 siblings, two brothers and one sister. She's the youngest one of them all. She's 28. And she also told me some of her embarrassing moments.

This woman was better than I hoped she would be. She is confident, smart, and doesn't give a damn about what people think of her. I say this because when people stare at her, she doesn't get offended.

"Well I think I should get going." I was disappointed to leave. I was having the best time I've had in years, and all we did was talk.

And I had just met her.

Cece seemed disappointed too. "Oh, okay, mind if I walk you to your room?"

A smile spread across my face. "Of course. I mean of course you can walk me to your room-- I mean my room. Of course you can walk me to my room." I said that last sentence slowly so I could understand myself.

This amused her, she laughed "Okay lets get going"

We started walking out of the bar, "So are you staying here with your boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, actually I don't have a boyfriend," I grinned as she said this, "I'm just here to take my mind off of things."

"Oh really? what kind of things?"

She waved to the receptionist to which she glared at her, "Just things." I didn't press further. We had just reached the elevator. "Why are you staying here?" she asked when we get into the elevator.

"The same as you, I just needed to get away from my life." Which was true, my life is supposed to be my wife, but she's not my life. She doesn't even give me the time of day anymore. "My friends just want me to do something that affects my life, and I needed time to think it over."

"Oh." was all she said.

I mumbled a "mhm" as we reached our floor. We walked out and went towards our rooms.

We stopped in front of my room door and I turned to her. "Will I see you again?"

She looked in the air as if she was thinking, while tapping her index finger on her chin. She then swiftly moved her head towards mine and locked her lips with mine. Our lips moved in sync. She kissed me with urgency as if I was going to let go at any moment. Then she pulled away, and I suddenly missed the feel of her lips on mine. Her lips tasted like coconut. Devine. My mouth was agape

"Does that answer your question?" she looked into my eyes, and I nodded, mouth still open. dumbfound by how this woman made me feel. "Good." she took out a small piece of paper and wrote something down on it, then she have it to me, it was her number. "this is my cell if you decide to leave early." her handwriting was beautiful.

She then walked away from me. I was standing in the middle of the hall holding the piece if paper mouth open like a fool. I snapped out of my daze and unlocked my room door, smile on my face and all.

I went to take a shower. as soon as I was about to put on my clothes, I got a call.

It was Sabrina.

"Hello," I answered with no emotion.

"James where the hell are you, I come home early one night and you're not home? Where have you gone to this time?"

"This time? Sabrina I have never left the house before you get home, so don't try and pull that on me. It's your fault that you don't get home when I'm awake, why did you decide to come home early?"

"Can I not want to spend time with my husband?"

"You haven't before so why now?"

She started yelling, "James where the hell are you you need to get home in the near future or I'm leaving you!"

"You know," I practically screamed, "where I am right now feels more like home than that shit hole you call a home! And it's not like you didn't want to leave me before, so why are you still with me?! And why do you care where I am all of a sudden?!!"

"Maybe because we're married and I have the right to know where you are."

"You know what Sabrina, I don't feel like arguing tonight. I'll be back home tomorrow sometime. It doesn't matter where I am."

"James if you don't--" Before she could finish I hung up. Not wanting to hear it. I'm fed up already, and she's not even here.

I'm just so tired of not being wanted by my own wife. I'm tired of not getting the best out of this marriage.

I think I want to leave. I want out. She treats me like complete and utter shit and I'm tired of it.