My Second Chance at Love

More skeletons

Emma’s POV…

Work on Thursday morning has passed quickly. I knew it would since I have things to look forward to.

I got a text around lunch asking if I wanted a butt plug. My entire face turned as red as my underwear.

“Andrew I don’t even know how to answer that. I’m satisfied with you. I don’t need anything else.”

“Emma, I’m buying you one. I want you to have it in your ass while I’m buried in your p***y. Then I still have both hands to play elsewhere.”

Oh my god! This man is gonna be the death of me.

When my students leave for lunch, I call him.

“Hey sexy.”

“Andrew. I don’t think we need anything.”

“No we don’t but I want to try it with you. You willing?”

“Oh my gosh you’re too much.”

“Is that a yes? Give me an answer.”

“Sure.”

“Good girl. This will be a first for me too.”

“What will?” I’m confused now.

“Well being with someone and bringing in a toy.”

“Oh. Everything with you is new.”

He’s the most amazing experience of my life. I don’t know why he feels the need for this but whatever he needs, I’ll try.

I’m sitting at my desk finishing my lunch and get another text.

“Do you know he likes to choke women? Did you know he choked Katy? Did he tell you he tried to kill her?”

What the actual hell? I look and the number is Rob. s**t! I screenshot it and send it to Andrew then immediately text Andrew and tell him, “I’m not doubting you. I’m at work. We will discuss this later and I’ll respond to him at home with you beside me.”

He responds with, “Emma, you knew about Katy already. We’ll talk and I’ll give you the entire story.”

I’m not even upset. I’m just overwhelmed. The entire story? What does that even mean? I get through the last of my day and head home. I walk in to see Andrew sitting on the couch. His shoulders are slumped and his head is down. He looks utterly defeated.

“Andrew, baby, what’s going on?”

“Emma, my whole life, every story is woven into another. No story is single. They all are tangled and full of hurt. I’m gonna tell you everything about Katy but first I have to tell you about the night my mom left.”

“My mom cheated a lot but the last time dad caught her, it was bad. He grabbed her by the throat with one hand and held her against the wall. He pointed a gun at her with the other. Emma, it was bad. I saw it. That’s the only reason he didn’t kill her. He saw me looking, okay? I was twelve. She’s was my mom and he was my dad. I loved them both but I was scared.”

I’m sitting beside him on the couch listening. He hasn’t looked up. It’s like he’s describing someone else’s life.

“Anyway. A little over a year ago, Katy and I are engaged. We argue nonstop. I got pictures of some guy driving my truck with her in the passenger seat while I was away at work. Listen, Emma, she got off on the arguments. I hated them. They brought out a beast in me that I hate. I hate being that guy.”

“So I confront her when I get home. She says it’s a lie. Calls me crazy the whole nine yards. I’m done. I pack my s**t and decide to leave. I’m going back to work. I’ve called another crew and I’m gonna work during my off time. I refuse to fight her. I won’t yell this time. I’m bone tired Emma. Just done.”

“She starts hitting me. Slapping me. I pick her up and put her out of the room. I lock the door. She broke the door handle and came in. Emma I was sleeping. I wasn’t trying to fight her. God I swear. She jumped on me. She bit the piss out of me.”

He jerked his shirt off and showed me a scar I’ve seen but never examined. I looked closely and gasped. It’s a f**kin bite mark. It’s on his shoulder and it must have been deep.

“Oh my god Andrew. I’m so sorry.”

“Anyway, I threw her off me. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall and my mom flashed in front of me. I wasn’t gonna shoot her. I didn’t even have a gun, but s**t. I scared myself. I dropped her immediately and told her to lose my number. The cops showed up. Tried to arrest me. I’m the man. I’m at fault, right? I showed them my shoulder and she’s screaming self defense. I said how is she gonna bite me here if I’m holding her by the throat? The cop said so you were defending yourself? I told him yeah. He told me to get my s**t and get a hotel. I did. I never went back.”

I’m in his arms. I’m straddling his lap and kissing him. He’s unloaded so much on me and none of it was him. Family secrets and bullshit. My poor handsome heartbroken man. I kiss him and I’m crying. I hug him until I hope I’ve fixed his broken heart, or at least patched it.

“I’m gonna call Rob. Hold me. Be quiet because it’ll be on speaker.”

I call and he answers. He’s laughing like he won. He can tell from my voice I’ve been crying.

“So you asked lover boy about Katy. You’re upset. Didn’t like the answer?” He’s sneering at me.

“No. I did. It was honest. You wouldn’t know about that.” I respond and I know I’m goading him. “So what else you got? Anything? What’s next? You think he can’t perform either?”

“No Emma I’ve heard all about his performances. That’s why I don’t know why he’s with you. Has he fixed your issues? Or are you a pet project?”

Now I’m the one to laugh. “Oh, you still believe I’m the broken one. Nice. Hmmmm, keep thinking that.” I grind on Andrew and he grabs my ass as he hisses. I wink at him.

“So again, Rob, anything else? I’m done with your shitshow. I’m not then beaten down little girl anymore. Maybe dicked down but not beaten down.”

“You’ve turned into a slut, huh, Emma?”

“No. I’m just not gonna stay with an ass. Four and a half more weeks f**ker.” I remind him. I’m halfway done.

“Aww sweetheart. Don’t you know, we reconciled, or well the judge believes we did. We’re not getting a divorce. Dumb bitch.”

My stomach drops and I’m gonna be sick. I gasp. Andrew grabs my phone from me.

“Listen here motherfu**er… she’s gonna be free from you. We’re going out tonight. If you aren’t a punk ass, show the f**k up.” And he hung up.

I’m hyperventilating. Andrew grabbed me and attacked. It’s like he needs validation that the ugly he spilled out didn’t taint what we have. I need the validation that despite being really f**kin married, he’s still interested. I stand and he pulls my pants down and slides my panties over. I straddle him and we’re f**king like animals on the couch. It’s raw and passionate. We’re both frenzied and focused on getting to an orgasm. There is no sweet anything. Just raw hard s*x. He comes hard and his release causes me to come. We both sit sated. Holding one another.

“Emma,” Andrew starts with a groan, “I don’t want anymore secrets. I need to tell you about a girl named Cam.”

“Okay.”