What's Your Name?

Chapter 4: Be Right Back

Pimmit's POV

All day I had to stay busy. I had to keep my mind off of what would happen after I left this building. I dropped the dogs off at Jame's house last night and told my wife I was going out of town to visit an old colleague. I had built a rep for this "colleague" over the past few months in case I wanted to get away, and it just so happened this "colleague" lived in New York for the time being, but would be out of the country in a couple of months and wanted me to visit for the weekend.

I felt bad for lying to my wife, no doubt, but a lie or two added spice to my life. Of course, we both told our own white lies every now and again, but I needed something bigger. I craved it. I wanted it. So...I took it.

On my prep hour, James came by and stood next to my desk and let out a huge sigh.

"So you're hitting up the Big Apple? Taking the wife I suppose?"

"Nope. She left out to Philadelphia on Saturday. I'm just going to visit a friend. I haven't seen him in years." I looked at James to sell my story a little better. "He's one of those nomad types."

"Ah," Desmon shifted his weight around and looked straight ahead out at the hallway. "Sorry I wasn't at the house last night when you dropped the dogs off. Hope Karen didn't talk your ear off: she tends to do that."

I shook my head and scratched the back of my neck. She did, however, felt the need to tell me the story of how she made a bowl of cereal on accident because she was sleepwalking. I didn't know what to say so I agreed with her.

"Yeah man, I'm just getting away for the weekend. Gonna take a little break before summer starts and cleanse myself. I've been wanting to go to New York for a while." I continue to talk meaningless banter until Desmond scoffed and cleared his throat. He looked at me with a huge grin but spoke in a hushed voice.

"I know you're not going to meet a colleague, Rudy. What are you actually going to New York for?" James spoke with a smile plastered on his face, and I dared not challenge him with a lie. "Drugs? Cocaine? You and I both know New York is probably the worse place to get coke."

So I stayed quiet. Waiting for me to confirm or deny his suspicions, he looked at me expectedly; however, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"C'mon man. I know you. You're hiding something."

"No, I'm not. You know exactly where I'm going and who I'm meeting."

James chuckled and scratched his head. He took a sip of his drink one last time and a word- rather, a name-fell quietly from his lips.

"Victoria."

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The highway stretched far in front of us, the sun shone directly in my eyes, forcing me to squint- despite wearing my glasses. Victoria sat next to me, her seat fully laid back.

Just from the songs she mumbled and the way she looked out at the sky I knew I had picked the right one. I hated comparing her and Marie, but sometimes it happened out of habit. Marie would sleep on long road trips, yet here we are, hour five, and Victoria was still up and coherent. Marie loved to talk to me during car rides and she always seemed to turn down the music when a song I actually liked came on the radio; however, Victoria never let me turn the music down. The Venn diagram I drew with my mind began to fill up in favor of Victoria, and I couldn't stop smiling about it.

"Why do I see your sharp canines? Those only come out when you're really happy. What could you possibly be thinking about?" She was talking to me but her eyes weren't on me. That means she was looking at me the whole time. "As a matter of fact, why are your canine teeth so sharp? Are you a vampire?"

I looked over at her and bit my lip. She was the subject of my mind-the underlying secret to my guilty pleasures.

I had to stifle a chuckle to her lame joke, but a lump grew in my throat, the one that was once reserved for Marie, and I was forced to swallow to push it down.

"Wondering if we should straight shot it, or get a motel for the night." I tapped the steering wheel to the R&B station she had turned on. "I'm thinking we should get dinner, get a motel, and then leave at the break of dawn."

"It's only six. We'd make it to New York at about ten, why not just keep going?"

My mind began twirling with ideas, most of them reminiscent of last Saturday. As a result, my pants became tighter and I had to cough away my sins.

"New Yorkers tend to have sour attitudes after eight. We'll grab some takeout and get a motel for the night." My voice was tight and I could hear the apprehension in my voice. I knew for a fact Victoria never liked being told what to do, as stubborn as she was, but she had respect for those who could put their foot down.

God, I hated her so much. Her smart mouth that challenged my authority, her stupid double chin that wiggled when she laughed, the way her bottom lip stuck out when she couldn't have her way, her knowing eyes when I lied: they built the foundation for hate with anyone else but with Victoria, I couldn't help but feel my heart tug when I thought about this. However, I couldn't fall in love.

She was off limits. My eyes looked out the window at my ring finger. I was sure I had a tan around my ring, so taking it off wasn't an option; and pretending it wasn't there was even worse. So in the back of my puny little man brain, I decided the best course of action was to stay faithful.

When we arrived at the motel, Victoria became really distant. I touched her hand on accident and she shied away from me. I pushed my sunglasses off my eyes to examine her. When her eyes met mine, I knew something was wry.

"Communicate, Victoria. What's wrong?"

She glanced back at me as I shut the door behind us. The A/C was on and the curtains shimmied from an invisible breeze, letting in scattered rays of the streetlight. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see her face grow curiously amorous.

"Victoria?" I stay by the door, afraid to move. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I chuckled nervously, hoping that there weren't some invisible people standing in the shadows that she knew about. When I finally went to turn on the light something told me to stop.

It was her.

Her lips parted and she began to talk.

"Most people don't commit sins in the light, Rudy. Keep it off." The streetlights illuminated half of her face as an almost Cheshire cat-like grin spread across it.

I felt it. The pull of her mind. I was turned on by it, drawn to it. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. My ring finger became tight and I pretended it wasn't there this time.

I climbed on top of her and kissed her lips. Eagerly, she grabbed my arms and pressed her nails into me. I let my primal side take over.

I pressed my body into her's, and when she reached for my pants, I didn't stop her. I pulled her onto my lap and left butterfly kisses across her chest, her giggles making me smile with each one.

In the dark, we were both humans, both sinners of the same breed. In my hands I held her, slowly pushing and pumping. She brought out noises I never knew I could make, and I did the same to her. For the next hour or so, I watched her eyes flitter, my name spill from her lips, and her moans reach Mariah Carey heights.

All because of me.

And when we finished, I found myself staring at the ceiling, wondering what came next.

"Victoria?" her name was unrecognizable in my mouth; unreal.

"We can't do this again, can we?" She finished my thought, her head laid on my chest.

And I kinda realized how big of a head she had.

I stayed quiet.

We couldn't, but we would anyway.

And I said that with definite positivity because her hand snaked its way down my stomach and under the sheets.

I sighed and pulled her up on top of me again.

I don't think any kind of training could have prepared me for her nymphomaniac behavior, and yet, I didn't mind the challenge.