Not a Bad Thing

One

Vickie's jaw wouldn't close, even after I finished the story of how I met David. "I'm so mad at you right now," she finally found her words. "Why did you keep all of that from me?"

"I didn't want you judging me. As much as I want all of this, it's wrong and... it makes me feel like a whore."

"One, no one says whore anymore. Two, there was no way I would've thought that about you! You're not happy in your marriage; sooner or later, you were going to need something, extra. And holy shit, he is definitely it!" her eyes widened and I had to laugh at that.

"Do you know how long I've been dying to tell you?" I continued to laugh and then gave us both a refill of champagne. "I just, I don't know why."

"Um, because you're cute with sexy ass legs...?" Vickie quirked a brow at me and I shook my head.

"That's what friends are supposed to say. Doesn't make what y'all say true."

"I would throw this glass at you if it wasn't expensive." She narrowed her eyes at me and it was my turn to widen mine.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that it'll cut me..." I blinked and she laughed.

As the two of us went through the first bottle, I told Victoria about how David did keep his word and texted me constantly. I half expected dick pics and lewd comments, not that I would've complained, but it was more than that. David was a really sweet guy and was oddly into me. We mainly talked about what he wanted to do to me, which did include a lot of sexy times but also normal things. Things that a boyfriend would want to do for his girlfriend. I was still convinced that this was a very elaborate prank.

The problem was that we both wanted each other and technically couldn't have each other. There were so many obstacles that got in the way and distance was one of them. I stayed on the east coast while nearly everything he did was either on the west coast or overseas. After texting each other for a few weeks, we both knew that it didn't matter if we were both married to other people. I was unhappy, he was unhappy: at least he hadn't been married as long as I had. I just became used to the idea of being stuck and settled, not having a clue that anyone else would even want me.

Well, David wanted me and even if it was just for sex, it didn't change the fact that someone wanted me.

I had no idea that it would be so easy to sneak away, I admitted. I bit at my lip when I confessed to Vickie that she was used as a scapegoat: I knew that she was going to Vegas for a girls' getaway and it was just dumb luck and perfect timing that David wanted me to meet him there at the same time. My husband thought nothing of it, especially seeing that "Vickie paid for my trip" and all I would need is a bit of spending money. He drove me to the airport, reiterating about the budget the whole hour drive.

Thankfully, she took it all in stride, even laughing. "All you had to do was let me in on it, goof! I definitely wouldn't have snitched on you."

"I know, I know. It ain't like he has your number or anything like that. Oh! Since he won't be here to see it, let me show you what I bought for him," I scoffed because yes, I was still sour about David not being there. I removed the clothes and revealed the simple lingerie and of course, Vickie whistled.

"Whelp... I volunteer for face-sitting..."

"Oh God," I completely forgot that the woman swung both ways. It was too late to cover myself up so I laughed instead. "That'll be your last glass of champagne for the night!"

"What? But the night is young!" she laughed along with me. I was about to say something else until I heard the door to the suite open. I quirked a brow and started to reach for my clothes. Usually, my fight or flight instincts always leaned towards fight but being half-naked made me vulnerable and everyone I knew in Vegas was already in the room with me.