You Belong Here...

seven.

I was livid walking back into the office. Pissed off was written all over my face! If Travis thought for one moment I was gonna' let him end things like this, he had another thing coming...

The clock seemed endless as time went slower and slower until it was time to clock out. I left out a few minutes before Travis did and headed to the parking lot to sit in my car and think for a moment.

"Ain't no fucking way..." I said to myself.

A few minutes later, Travis walked outside towards his car. I waited and watched him pull of nonchalantly. Then, I followed behind him. We zigged and zagged through the five o'clock traffic as he finally made it to his home. Damn was his place nice! Much nicer than I expected. I parked further down the block so he couldn't see me. Here I was, looking like a deranged stalker. I didn't give a fuck!

About a hour into me sitting there, his "wife" had pulled up. Waddling and struggling to get out of the car, Travis helped her out and grabbed whatever she had out her backseat. I could feel my face getting overwhelmed with anger and sadness as tears of frustration poured down. Maybe he was just helping her out... Maybe it wasn't what I thought. He never said if they lived together still, this could be HER house... Nah, who was I fucking kidding!

"Who the fuck..." I said, fumbling for my phone as it kept vibrating.

"Damn it!" It was Simon again.

I took a deep sigh before I pulled off and answered.

"What?" I asked rudely.

"Was that you that just pulled off?" Simon questioned.

My heart stopped. How the hell did Simon know where I was!? SHIT! I forgot his grandfather did live over here, and he was his care-taker from time to time. I had to play it off like it wasn't me.

"I don't know what you're talking about... And I'm still tryna' figure out what you want."

He got silent.

"Can I come see you?" He was getting desperate at this point.

"No. Go see that bitch." And I hung up. I didn't need any distractions right now.

When I finally got home, I started me up and nice bubble bath. Today was long, tonight was going to be even longer. I sunk down in the water of shame and sorrow with tears streaming down my face. Why? Why me? Why now? Why did I always let my feelings fuck things up? WHY!?

***

It had been a week since Travis spoke to me, the tension was real. The sexual tension was eating me alive, I couldn't take it anymore. How dare he think that he was just gonna' stop talking to me? I put my pride aside and decided to get up and try to speak to him.

*Knock Knock*

I knocked on his office door as he looked up at me with surprise. He finished his conversation with the receptionist, then cut his eyes at me.

"Is there something I can help you with Ms. Wilds?" He asked.

I swallowed hard, trying to stay calm.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"About us...." I said, walking closer to his desk.

I could feel him get more and more uncomfortable as I started undressing him with my eyes.

"Ms. Wilds, if there isn't anything work related to talk about... Well, you know-..." I cut him off.

"Why do you keep playing with me Travis?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned back.

"Why do you keep acting like you don't want me? Like you wasn't loving this pussy? Huh?" By now the heat was on him, he was cornered with nothing but truth.