Married in the 4th grade

Chapter 2

****Mature Content****

Three days later, you sit in the back of the church watching as the crowd comes in and takes their seats for your best friend's wedding. Gratefully, you're not in the wedding party so you are free to scan the crowd to see if your "husband" shows up. So far he hasn't and you doubt he will.

Mimi: Who is he? I've been racking my brain for the last three day trying to remember his face from my past. There is something hauntingly familiar about him, but I just can't put my finger on it.

Sabs: Love, honor and cherish you for all the days of my life.

You hear your best friend say her vows to her new husband and you brush away a tear from your eye wishing you could have a love like theirs. You decide to stay for only a ½ hour of the reception, then you make your way over to the bride and groom.

Mimi: Sabs, you looks so beautiful. Greg, hurt her and I will break every bone in your body, starting with the one between your legs.

You sort of joke to him as you give them both hugs. Sabs knows you are fiercely protective of her ever since you met.

Mimi: I need to go, Sabs. Big day at the gym tomorrow and no one to set it up but me.

You know you're using an excuse to leave early, but you don't really want to be there for the bouquet toss. She has told you repeatedly she is aiming it in your direction and warned all others to back off.

Sabs: You can't leave yet, I haven't thrown my bouquet and you haven't had any cake. Please stay for a little bit longer.

Mimi: Sorry, Sabs, I can't. Joseph texted me about tomorrow's meeting with the investors and I have to get everything in the gym perfect. Plus, I have to give the books a quick once over tonight to make sure it's all in order and ready for him. If I don't leave now, I will be there way past 2 am, and you know how I love my sleep.

You say standing your ground as you hug her again before you beat a hasty retreat out the door. Knowing Sabs, she would re-arrange everything just to be able to throw her bouquet at you now instead of doing it later, just be sure you caught it. Your steps slow as you get closer to your car. There on the hood is the most beautiful floral arrangement you have ever seen.

Mystery Man: These are way prettier than your friend's, your loving husband.

You look at the card in your hands and scan the parking lot quickly to see if you can find any sight of him or his car.

Mimi: So you were here after all.

Your hand moves as if on its own down to your still flat stomach.

Mimi: Get a grip, Mimi, it's still too soon to know.

You chide yourself as you look down. Shaking your head you put the flowers on the back seat and climb in your car to drive to the gym. There you change into a spare set of workout clothes from your locker. You then place the flowers, minus the card, in a vase and put them on the reception desk before getting to work.

Several hours later, you have managed to re-arrange the equipment area into a better flow pattern and have cleaned the gym from top to bottom until it almost shines. Hot and sweaty, you decide to jump in the shower to wash up quickly before going home. As steam from the hot water surrounds you, a fire begins to grow in your body. You let your mind wander back to 3 nights ago as your hands slowly lather soap all over your slick naked body.

Mystery Man: Hello, wife.

A familiar voice growls in your ear as two arms snake around you and take the loofah from your hands. Slowly, those same hands spread bubbles over your heaving chest and lower until you feel fingers finding your now drenched core.

Mystery Man: Miss me?

Comes the questions as his lips kiss along your neck and shoulders.

Mimi: Ohhhhhhhhhhh

You can't help the moan as a finger slips inside you and a thumb begins circling your nub. This daydream is so vivid you can almost feel his erection pressing against your back. You fight back a scream as you are bent over and he presses himself fully into you hot core. He begins thrusting back and forth quickly.

Mystery Man: So quiet today, my love. Why? You are alone, let it out for me, baby.

Mimi: Yes! YES! YES!

Unable to take the feelings building inside your body, you let loose your screams as your pleasure bubble bursts. Afterwards, you slowly begin floating back down from the highest heights.

Mystery Man: That's my girl.

He growls as his own body throbs inside you in release.

Mystery Man: Enjoy the flowers, my heart.

Is the last thing you hear before the feel of his body is gone and you find yourself standing under the shower alone. Trying to clear your head you shake off the thoughts of your "husband" joining you in the shower and quickly finish cleaning yourself up. After drying and getting dressed in your normal clothes again, you are stopped in your tracks as your eyes catch sight of something in the trash can by your locker under the sinks.

Mimi: I'm sure I emptied all the trash earlier.

You say almost to yourself as you move closer. Slumping against the wall you slide down and there directly in your line of sight is a used condom.

Mimi: It can't be. That was just a realistic daydream. This gym is locked up tight and only Joe and I have keys. There is no way anybody else could get in there. I'm alone is an empty gym with an overloaded imagination, thanks to those freaking flowers and an increased libido. I must have missed this trash can earlier in my haste when I was cleaning up the others. I had better get it out of here now before tomorrow's meeting. Don't want the investors to think people are having sex in the locker rooms, even though they do sometimes.

You grab the bag out of the can and pull up a fresh liner, then go to throw it in the main trash can outside. After you make your way to the office and look over the books, making a few notes. It's very late when you get home, but you made some good notes for Joseph to use in the meeting tomorrow.

Ring, Ring.

Your phone goes off way to early the next morning. The caller ID reads, Joseph.

Joseph: Mimi, I am so sorry to bother you, and this place looks so great.

Mimi: But, I hear a but coming, Joe.

Joseph: The investor is demanding to me the "silent partner." He is now saying he can't buy into the gym unless he knows who owns it with him.

Mimi: Sucks to be him then. Teddy is there, right?

Joseph: Yes, but he has not clue what to do with the demands this investor is making.

Mimi: Sorry, Joe. The main reason I accepted our agreement was so I wouldn't have to reveal myself, ever. Show it to your investor and tell him to take it or leave it. Tell Teddy to get Claude on speaker phone if he needs back-up against this bully.

Joseph: I need this buyout!

Mimi: I know, Joe, tell him your silent partner is ready to step in and complete the buyout if he decides to walk. Which would be a huge mistake on his part because our revenue is still going up and once we are open on the weekends, our profit margin will skyrocket.

Joseph: You would do that for me?

Mimi: Of course, Joe. It might mean putting your retirement off for 4 to 6 seeks while the money comes from my trust, but he doesn't have to know that. If he is too stubborn to deal with my lawyers, then screw him.

Joseph: You are my guardian angel, you know that right? If it weren't for you teaching the advanced classes and buying 60% of the gym to begin with, I would have lost this place years ago. Don't you worry, I'll go back in there and set him straight but good.

Mimi: Look, Joe, call me back if he walks so I can get Claude started on getting the funds ready.

Joseph: Will do, bye.

Mimi: Bye

Of course the investor didn't back out, but decided to make my life a living hell.