Insatiable (A Chase Elliot Fanfic)

Birthday Party

Authors Note: This chapter is for mature audiences.

Hank's grunts and the headboard of the bed hitting the wall can be heard throughout the motorhome. I gave up the first three minutes into sex of trying to make myself respond, it's no use. So I just lay there letting Hank move in and out of me, till he's satisfied. Which as usual doesn't take long, within the first five to ten thrusts Hank is finished. Not wanting to start a fight with him I let out a moan just to make him think I came. It isn't the first time and he never seems to notice that I faked it. Hank collapses next to me. No words are exchanged and I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering how we got here. It was good for a while then it just went downhill. The mediocre sex turned into well this. Hank being the only one to enjoy it. We hardly talk and our date nights well, they haven't happened in months. It's like it's all about sex and that sex leaving me sexually frustrated. Hank just doesn't do it for me anymore. His touches don't turn me on anymore. When he enters me and moves, I don't feel that wonderful I am going to explode, anymore. In fact my feelings for him have all around changed. Why haven't I left him you are probably wondering? How does one leave their boyfriend of five years? How does one tell the only man you have ever been with that you no longer love him? That I no longer see my future with him? It's practically impossible for someone as giving as me. I don't want to hurt him. There have been times where I thought about it, where I almost did. What am I doing? Hank getting up from the bed breaks me from my thoughts. I sit up.

"What are your plans while I'm at the garage?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"I have some work I need to get done, so probably that." He nods and places a kiss on my forehead before slipping into the bathroom. He comes back out dressed in his fire suite and without a goodbye I hear him leave the motor home. I sigh and throw myself back down on the bed. This really needs to end, I can't go on like this. I dress and head to the front and sit down at the small kitchenette table with my laptop. I open it and log in. I open up my unfinished data entries. My job as a Data Entry Clerk for Hendrick Motorsports isn't all that exciting but hey it's a job. I first applied at Hank's team Krugerrand Racing but they have a strict no dating within the company policy. I wanted to stay in the racing industry so I applied at Hendrick Motorsports. I like it there, the people are nice, money is good and I don't have to drive far to the office and sometimes I can even work from home. Hank however hates it, he doesn't like that I am working for the competition, especially a strong competitor like Hendrick. I lay out the small amount of paperwork and open the corresponding file on the computer and get to work. I only work for about ten minutes when a familiar laugh draws my attention outside, so I peep through the blinds. Walking by with Ryan Blaney is Chase Elliott. His laugh is infectious and I can't help but smile. Chase and I have become good friends, with work and the fact that Hank is real tight with Bubba Wallace who is tight with Ryan Blaney who is best friends with Chase, we subsequently became friends. I continue to smile and that all too familiar tug in my lower abdomen makes me sigh. I get up and head back to the bedroom and dig out my journal from my weekender bag. I let my hand run over the soft leather and the memory of when it was given to me plays in my mind

This is some birthday party huh? Half of my close friends aren't here. More of Hank's friends are here then mine or our mutual friends. In fact I have been sitting here in the refurbished barn, looking out the big open second floor door, now for almost half an hour and I don't think anyone has noticed that I am missing from the party. I look down at the small teddy bear in my lap and the heart shaped Peridot necklace around its neck. Tears brim my eyes. Both are my gifts from Hank. Five years of dating you would think he would know I hate getting teddy bears as gifts and that my birthstone is a Emerald not a Peridot. Emerald is May, Peridot is August. What kind of boyfriend gets his girlfriend's birthstone wrong? I mean if he wasn't sure and didn't want to ask, he could have Googled it. He's so inattentive. He never used to be that way though but lately it's like the only way I can get his attention is in the bedroom and that's only when he wants it. Which is why this morning I told him no. You have the nerve to give me a gift I repeatedly say I don't like (teddy bears) and you get my birthstone wrong, yeah you're not getting any. I laugh, take the necklace off the teddy bear and throw the bear across the barn then chuck the necklace out the open barn window. Hank won't notice that I don't wear it.