It was just another night at the hotel with Jessica. I was watching her sleep, and she started to stir awake. Her hazel eyes were starting to open up, and mine looked deep into her. The corners of my lips curved up into a smile, and I held her hand.
“Good morning Beautiful.” She smiled, and nuzzled her head into my neck.
“MMMMM” I chuckled, and wrapped my arms around her. “Its time to get up love, you need to go to work, and I need to get home.” I loved Jessica. We meet once when she came toEngland, and I come to visit her every month. There’s a problem however. She’s married. Now, before you go degrading me, I should give you the details. Her husband is a very abuse man. He beats her and her kids, she’s been trying to get out, but every time she tries to leave, he threatens her life. One of these days, I’m helping her out. I hate keeping us a secret, she should be with me. And someday she will be. I feel horrible being the guy who sneaks around with a married woman, but he’s a disgrace to man kind. If I was to ever see him, I would snap his neck.
“Harry, I don’t want you to leave. Please stay. I’ll blow off work. Don’t leave me.” She did this every time, every month for the past 3 years. She will beg me to stay, even though we both know I can’t.
“You know I want to. And you know I would.” The next few moments were filled with comfortable silence, only the sounds of our breathing at a tone. I traced circles on her back, while she breathed in my scent so she could remember it for the next 31 days.
“I’ll come with you.” I rolled my eyes and brought my hands behind my head.
“That’s not very nice of you to do that to me ya know.” Her face shot me a glance of confusion. I loved when her eyebrows scrunched up like that, and her nose crinkled. She looks so child like, and cute. The way a woman should look, but then I look at her arms and see the purple and yellow marks. The way a woman should never be treated. At this point, I can’t help but let the tears spill over.
“Harry, what are you talking about?” She jumps into my lap so she’s straddling me, and looks deep into my damp green eyes. “Quit crying Harry, please, stop.” Her lips pushed up against my eyes, and kissed the tears off my face.
“You can’t say you’ll come, when we both know you wont. You can’t do that to me! You know I could make you happy! You know I could be a great father to your kids! I would be a great dad Jess!” My anger was being thrown like daggers at this poor innocent girl, and I automatically felt guilty. I promised her once we would never fight. And we never had, but I can’t keep playing this game. She either comes with me now, or this will be the last time I see her. She saw the guilt in my eyes, and her wall came crashing down. There was something in that moment that changed everything in the air. It all changed.
“Harry. I’m going back toEnglandwith you today. Please wait until after my meeting, I’ll pick the kids up from school from early, and we can be a family. I need to get out of this once and for all. I love you Harry.” And with that, I knew she was being honest.
“Ok.” I could tell I was still crying, but now I was happy. She kissed my lips with so much passion, and I wanted to deepen it so badly, but she jumped off of my lap, and checked the clock.
“Shoot! It’s already 7:10! I’m going to be late. Harry, pick me up out front at 8:45 okay?” I smiled up at her, and nodded my head. “I love you Jessica, I’ll see you in a while” She threw her dress back on, and slipped into her heels, rubbing red lipstick on her lips while she walked back over to me. “Harry, I mean it. From now on, it’s me and you.” She kissed my hand, leaving her lip mark on it. I smiled down. “I love you Harry.” The door slammed, and I whispered softly. “I love you too Jess.” I smiled to myself, before jumping out of the bed, and hoping into the shower. I was in there for about 10 minutes and it was 7:25 once I was finished. I packed up my things, getting dressed, and ordering a quick breakfast, before I had to leave. I checked to see when we could plane tickets for all 4 of us. I typed in the date, and noticing it was Tuesday. I was supposed to be back at work tomorrow, but I would be too tired once I got back toEngland, so I typed a quick email to my boss, and got the tickets ready. I grabbed my bags, and headed downstairs to check out, I checked my watch 7:45. I still had an hour of time to kill, so I asked the driver if he could stop a jewelry store on the way.
