𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

the other woman

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

Once I'm sure James is in the shower I grab his phone and pin his GPS to mine so I know where he is when he's not with me.

I take deep breaths as I try not to overthink anything. Why is he so insistent on staying with her? After all the times we spent together. Am I not enough? Is that blonde bitch giving him better head than me?

If she was, he wouldn't be here with you right now.

I scoff at the voice in my head, who sounds just about right.

He lives in the same house with her, sleeps next to her at night yet he denies feeling anything for her. Could he just be using me for sex? I'm tired of him treating me like a little girl. I don't want to be the other woman anymore, I want to be the center of his attention.

When James exits the shower he puts his clothes back on and holds me close to him.

"I hate to leave you upset like this." He whispers kissing my lips but I don't kiss him back.

"Then don't." I simply state.

"I don't want to argue anymore." He sighs.

"Neither do I." It's quiet and I put on a fake smile for him. "I'm fine, you should really get going now." I glance at the clock ticking silently on the wall.

"Alright, I'll see you on Monday then." He kisses my cheek and I feel hollow and empty as he exits the hotel room.

I quickly gather my things before getting into my car downstairs and waiting for him to pull out of the parking lot. I follow his car on his route home. Fifteen minutes later he slows down in front of a very sophisticated looking neighborhood with houses lined next to each other. There's a fence and a mailbox and practically everything a nice neighborhood has.

I park a distance away and watch as he rings the doorbell. Not even seconds later Julia answers and pulls him in for a kiss before smiling. They walk inside their cozy home and he takes off his coat before sitting down at the dining table and eating a freshly cooked dinner with her. She wears a modest dress and a set of pearls depicting the exact image of a Stepford wife.

My eyes burn into both of them as they laugh and talk about their day. He clears the table for her and then they sit down on the couch, cuddling into each other while Julia puts in a movie. He can't keep his hands to himself for a damn second, his fingers intertwine with hers. Halfway through the movie he leans and kisses her deeply, while caressing her cheek. She kisses him back and soon enough she's climbed onto his lap. They begin to make out and I grip the steering wheel with white knuckles. I bite my tongue when she undoes his pants and he does the same for her before he fucks her on the couch. Her mouth parts and her eyes roll back as she feels everything I felt less than an hour ago.

My heart sinks as I slam my fists on the steering wheel repeatedly and scream at myself for being so naive. Two women in the span of a day. One wasn't enough? My chest constricts as I struggle to regain my senses.

He's a filthy liar.

He said he didn't love her.

Now he'll pay.