A. N: this is something different from all of my other stories. I want to give variety with my works. I hope you enjoy!
With love
-Creamthrill143
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We all sat together in the grand dining room that my mother used for our Saturday family dinners. I took a swing at my glass of wine and set it on the table again.
I watched.
I watched carefully as my husband spoke to the group of immediate family; My 3 youngest brothers, my sister and my mother. This wasn't counting me.
His once blond- now dark brown- hair shone against the light after each movement he made. His hazel green eyes lit up as he spoke so passionately about his work.
I almost reached to touch the scruffy beard he had on his face.
I watched his lover look at him like she owned him, like they belonged and my stomach became unsettled.
He told my mother- a small woman with dark hair like all her children and fair, and unwrinkled skin- of something that happened earlier in the week as he dove into his food.
"Iza-bear," my mother's voice brought me out of my trance.
"Yes, mom." I turned my face to her but my gaze lingered where it was before.
" You haven't touched your food, or said a word. " She said.
" It would be very rude of me to eat before my husband has had his fill." I said looking at her. The food she had cooked smelled absolutely delicious, but I couldn't hold down a single solid thing if I tried.
I forced a smile at her and motioned for the butler. He quickly showed up by my side and leaned down to my level. All eyes were on me now.
" can you fill my glass please?" I asked with a smile in his direction. He nodded, grabbed a wine bottle and poured some of the delicious wine into my glass.
" Thank you," I said to the white haired older man in a suit and tie as I twirled the fabric of my floral summer dress around my finger.
" My pleasure." He said smiling softly at me.
My mother looked worriedly in my direction but didn't say a word.
My husband continued talking, clearly not at all fazed by me while his lover smiled at me and reached a hand across the table before she placed it over mine.
She asked, " You sure you're okay sis?"
With a tight-lipped smile, I nodded and pulled my hand away to take another swing of wine.
I looked at the ceiling that was 20,000 feet above our heads and took in the marvelous art work my mother had slaved over years back. I then turned my attention to the set up of the table.
Cutlery was placed neatly in its place, white and gold plates where they were supposed to be.
I chugged my glass of wine and signaled for the butler again. I handed him my glass and chuckled when a hiccup escaped me.
I stood and walked to the small table the butler used to place the wine. I grabbed a half full bottle and walked back to the table where I stood.
" I wanna say something."
Everybody's eyes averted to me again that night.
" Sure thing babe," my mom spoke smiling. " You haven't said a single thing tonight. I'm dying to hear you speak."
Something told me that what I was gonna say wasn't gonna sit well with her.
" I love you , Jake," I started facing my husband. I placed a gentle hand on his cheek and watched him smile. " And I know you love me too. "
I laughed at my comment but continued. " But what I don't understand is why you haven't touched me in nine months and twenty nine days." I grabbed the neck of the bottle tighter and brought the mouth of the bottle to my own.
My mother and everyone else at the table paled the moment I spoke of my intimacy with Jacob. It was out of character for me.
" but what I don't understand even more is why you have been screwing my sister instead." I gulped another sip of the wine.
" Iza-" my sister began standing up.
" Shut the fuck up and sit your ass down, Aliza." I pointed and she sat down looking at me with bewilderment.
I looked at Jacob and narrowed my eyes at him.
" why Jakey?" I asked. I sensed that I was getting slightly under his nerves.
" how long have you known?" He asked avoiding eye contact with me.
" take a guess, Aliza, why don't you. You're good at these things." I wobbled back and fell into my seat, with a laugh I wiped the drops of wine from the seat and ignored as my mother ushered her newly turned adult sons out of the room. The butler followed after them in obedience to a silent command from mom.
I gathered myself and looked between the two of them.
" a month?" She quickly questioned.
" no. Try seven months." I pushed my chair back, seconds later, it collided with the china cabinet and my mom screamed my name from a distance. " I have spent most of my life trying to be just like you, Aliza, and I tried my hardest to please you. To gain your acceptance. You never liked me. You never did. I opened my house, my heart, myself to you and you did this to me?" I heaved a breath and took a long drink from the green bottle.
" you stole everything away from me. From trophies, to gifts to friends and even boyfriends. And I let you because I was stupid, but I'll grow another head before I let you take my husband away from me. I worked too damn hard in our nine years together to let you crumble it away." I never raised my voice.
" Iza-b" Jacob stood from his chair and I snapped to him grabbing a fork that was next to me.
" if you stand up one more time, so help me god, I'll drive this fork through your eye ball, Jacob." He sat down instantaneously and he let out a sigh.
" Aliza, I never want to see you again. Don't ever speak to me again, don't ever call me, my house or my husband. You are not my sister. You're selfish and inconsiderate and I do not wish you well. You are a cold hearted bitch and may you rot in hell." I never once broke my gaze from my Jacob.
" I hope you weren't expecting me to leave you. Because I sure as hell am not moving an inch. I'm stuck to you like glue. Our vows said till death do us apart. The only way I'm leaving is if one of us dies."
" I'm sorry Iz," Aliza said placing a hand on mine. I lost my cool and folded my hand into a fist and pulled back. I must have blacked out because in an instant she was screaming on the floor clutching her nose.
" if you know what's smart for you, you'll leave now before I send my foot into your face."she scrambled to her feet and angrily collected her stuff.
She cursed at me in multiple languages and fled the house, slamming and breaking things on her way out.
If I wasn't in the situation at hand, I would have laughed at how cartoon she looked.
" I'm not talking to you in the dining room." I said looking at him. I pushed off the dining table and made my way out of the room.
He sat on the bed looking guiltily at me. I can bring myself to yell at him. But at the same time I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. I had put down the bottle of wine on the bedside lamp that had been there for 10 plus years. I walked around the room I once called mine.
I turned to him and began stalking his way. I gently sat on his lap, facing him, arms around his neck and legs dangling over his. His eyes bore into mine.
" I have to say, this is the quietest I've ever heard you." I said moving forward ever so slightly on his lap.
" You know you're wrong."
He sighed but didn't stir otherwise. His breathing heightened and he bit the inside of his lip. Without a second thought, I reached forward and tugged at his lip. " say something."
I moved myself again on his lap and gasped silently. I hadn't felt like this in a long time.
I moved forward again and again, grinding on him before I finally I gave up and reached for his pants in a desperate attempt to cure the fire between my legs.
I held his gaze as I reached for the bulge in his pants. There wasn't gonna be any foreplay and I didn't give a shit.
I wanted him.
I pulled the zipper on his navy jeans. I undid the two top buttons on his light pink shirt.
" you dress so well." I said to him as I reached in his boxers and pulled on my large, firm and awaiting prize.
He groaned audibly as I pushed my panties to the side and guided him home.
Catching my feet on the edge of the bed frame, I slowly rode him, savoring my first fuck in a while.
Up and down I went until I whimpered in frustration. This wasn't working as well as I hoped but if it were to kill me, I would get my happy ending.
" Can I help?" He whispered.
I didn't want help. None at all.
I shook my head and bit my lip.
And I continued. As frustrated as I was, I continued.
His hands rested on my hips and he brought me down hard against him. I gasped and tightened around him in every way possible.
He pulled me up and slightly backwards before he pulled me back down and forward.
I rested my cheek against him and hid the pleasure on my face. I felt so satisfying, to be close to him again but I had to overlook what had happened in the past months. I really couldn't bring myself to believe he had cheated on me.
He helped me up again and then pulled me down and be repeated. Over and over and over again until I lost my mind and fell apart in his arms in endless moans and groans.
I broke down in tears after a while in silence.
He tightened his arms around me cradling me.
" I'm sorry." He said pulling me to lie on him over the bed. He adjusted himself, quickly zipping up his pants, and took me into his arms.
As much as I didn't want him to make contact with me, I was heart broken. I had lost a best friend. It was all catching up to me. I cried into his chest.
" I hate you Jake!" I cried even more. That was impossible and untrue.
The next words that followed were curses directed at him in anger.
He still held me, tighter after everything that came out of my mouth.
"I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you..I know everything I say isn't going to make anything better or make what I did go away, but I truly want you to know that I am really sorry. I will spend my whole life making it up to you, showing you how sorry I really am.
Iza-bear, i'm really sorry that I hurt you. I don't know what came over me but I know soon as I did it I knew I had to stop. I really don't know what I could say to make you feel better but I know I'm the last person to be looking at for happiness in a situation like this."
" Don't call me Iza-bear." I cried, " I'm mad at you. I can't believe you did that to me, I thought I did something wrong! I hope it was something wrong with me. I have never been so lonely in a crowded house. The worst was how we slept in the same bed and you never touch me you never wanted to hold my hand or something simple like kiss my cheek. That was the most heartbreaking experience of my life. If you ever do that to me again I will kill you." I said into his chest.
There was no more being nice. I wanted him to know it too..
