Stuck in Between [BWWM]

Chapter Three.

I haven't seen her in a week...

I just remember her deep mahogany eyes and her bubble gum pink wig disappearing into her slum. That lasting look etched in my brain. I see that look in my dreams. This girl derailed my entire way of thinking single-handedly. And it was all self-inflicted.

On my way to our kitchen, I tripped over one of Katie's boots in the hallway. Damnit! I chuck the damn thing into oblivion. 

"Hun!" I call out. 

"Yeah!" She calls back.

"Can you not leave your boots in the hallway? I almost broke my neck."

"Sorry, Babe. I forgot." 

I walk to the kitchen and kiss her neck. She smiles sweetly. "Oh hey, you know how our dish-washer broke last week? Well, I was looking through the Bestbuy catalog and I thought we could get one of these." She shows me a stainless steel dishwasher that was around $800. And usually I this wouldn't be an issue but, I knew that I had to save up money to get Olivia out of that God-forsaken slum.

"I'll have to check the bank account, Hun." I kissed her forehead and poured myself a cup of coffee--black. 

She hops on the island in the middle of the kitchen and swings her feet. She scrolls through her phone with her reading glasses perched on her nose. Katie is a Social Media Manager for an online newspaper. So, she always on the prowl for hot topics and trending news. 

"I'll be home a little later than usual, I've got a deal I've got to close." I explain.

She raises an eyebrow, "You've been coming home late a lot lately." She sets her phone down beside her on the marble counter top. 

"I've been swamped at the office this week." I lied. How the hell do I explain to my wife that I've been stalking my ex-girlfriend.

"Yeah, I know." She hops off the island and wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles into my back. I could smell her vanilla bean shampoo and Japanese cherry blossom body wash. She smelled heavenly. "I'm just tired of having dinner by myself, ya know." I turn my head and see her cheeky smile spread across her face. Her dainty hands trail down my front and play with the hem of my pants.

"Babe, I've got to get to work." I smile a bit.

"Oh, come on. We haven't fucked in two weeks and I'm going through withdrawals." I hold her exploring hands in mine,

"Tonight, I promise." I bring her pale hands to my lips and kiss them softly.

***

On some nights when she isn't pacing the block, she works for Nasty Buck's Peep Show on the East side...

I followed her one night to Nasty Buck's Peep Show and saw her chit-chat with the cashier at the front and go through the employees entrance. I walked in 30 minutes after she did. I walked up to the cashier.

"How can I help you?" Said the uninterested voice of a middle-aged man which I could only assume that was 'Nasty Buck.' The place reeked of cigarettes and sourdough.

"How much for a show?"

"It depends how long you wanna look, son."

"How much is fifteen minutes?"

"20 bucks." He grunts out. I slap the money on the counter. And head towards the back.

"Wait a minute!" He calls out. I stop in my tracks. "Here's your quarters and who do you wanna watch?"

"Olivi--Cinna. I wanna see Cinna." 

The middle-aged man nods and hands me my quarters,"She's behind curtain 9, Pretty boy." I walk behind the separation curtains and was engulfed by darkness and the smell of sex. The floor was sticky. I heard men grunting and women cooing sweet nothings to those men behind glasses. I finally reach curtain 9. I slip in the quarters and heard the metal clink sounds resonate around me.

A fluorescent light flickers on her. 

It reminds my of a zoo as a child. Something wild and untamed so close without me getting harmed, I touched the glass. 

She must have taken off her wig when she came in, I saw her mane of curls shroud her face. She had on sterling silver hoops and a velvet dress that clung to her body like it was painted on her. She smiled and bit her lip and looked me in the eye. 

"I'm glad you came to see me." Her sultry voice was hypnotizing. She trailed her hand along her neck and breasts barely touching them. "I wish they were your hands." She moans. This whole ordeal would have made me extremely uncomfortable if I wasn't lowkey turned on by this. "Tell me your name, Sweetheart." 

I forgot that this was only a one way mirror, she couldn't see me.

There was an intercom for me to communicate with her, I pressed the button,"Evan." I make up a name on the fly. She grins softly and closes her eyes.

"Evan..." She moans out, "What a sexy name." Her hands fingers the zipped on her side. The zipper glides smoothly along her body. Exposing miles of brown skin that I haven't seen in five years. There was a timer on my side and it showed that I only had ten minutes left. I could almost feel her hot velvet skin in my hands and her kisses on my neck. 

She turns around for me. She was wearing crisp white lingerie and you could see her brown nipples clear as day under her bralet. I could feel my body become uncomfortable especially in my groin. I adjusted myself briefly while keeping my eyes glued to her. She owned me. She owned my time. She owned my money. She owned my heart.

"Can I see you, Evan?" 

I press the intercom button, "I'm not sure about that."

"Oh, come on." She bites her lip and smiles at me with lust flooding her eyes.

"Ah Okay."

"Turn on your light, right hand side." I flick a little switch and a light flickers on me. Her smile melts off her face instantly. She doesn't make any movement to put on her clothes or anything. 

"Cole, I should have known it was you. I forget that you stalk me now." She rolls her eyes. I press the intercom.

"I only stalk you because I care."

"All I want is for you to leave me alone. I can take care of myself. I don't need a captain-save-a-hoe."

"What if I can't." 

"Can't what?"

"Leave you alone."

"Well, just pretend I don't exist." 

I looked at my timer and realize I only have three minutes left, "Well, what time do you get done with this job."

"I'm not telling you, Cole. Go home." She says to me. She really loves telling me to go home.

"Not until you come home with me."

"What?" She frowned.

I blurted out without thinking. But, I always knew that by having her in my home and off the streets would ensure she was as safe as she could ever be.

"Not in a sexual way, I'm just worried about you, Liv."

"So, you want me to live with you?" She questions and laughs a bit, I nod. "With your wife? In your suburban home?" I realize how stupid it might sound but, I know that it would make me feel at ease with myself.

"Yes."

"No." She laughs wholeheartedly, "Cole, I want nothing to do with you. I'm sure what you don't understand about that sentence." 

I only had 30 seconds left.

"B-But, Olivia, I love you."

She just gives me a sad look and she says:

"You're married, Cole. Go home."

The lights flickered off and the curtains closed and the show was over.