The Affair Revenge

Chapter 9

Eve

Now get your a** out of the car. And let's confront this b****!

Just hold on RUDE A**!

What are you waiting for?!

We don’t even know if she is home. I don’t even know what I’m gonna say to her.

What is there to think of? Knock on the door and punch the b***** in the face “and that for f***ing my husband!

No!! Are you crazy? This isn't a movie. What if she blocks my punch and decides to beat me up? Or call the cops on me.

You right, you can’t fight for s***. WEAK A**. Forget it, let's just go home then.

It’s not that I’m weak. I have just never been in a fight before. And we are not going home. We have already driven out here. At least I can wait to see who she is.

Then get your fat a** out of the car.

I just keep breathing in and out. Trying to think of the right way to confront this girl. Like hey I’m Mark's wife, the guy you been f***ing.”Ugh no umm what about. “Are you Cami, my husband's girlfriend?!” Or “hey, I found your note with your nasty lips on it..” ugh f*** no no no!! "F***, this is harder than I thought it was going to be". Shaking my head at myself. I feel so defeated, without even getting out of the car.

Yeah, never mind you can’t do this. Let's turn around and get some wings or something. I'm hungry.

Just shut up. I need a minute, OK.

Just relax, you are over thinking this. We are not gonna find out about everything right away. Just need to know who she is, then how long she has been sleeping with Mark.

I don’t even know if I want to know everything. I don’t want to hear all the different ways my husband of 10 years dishonored our vows and friendship.

We will take it step by step. Whenever you feel comfortable doing it. And if you feel like just finding out the bear minimum, then that is fine.

Thank you. That's all I am asking.

I just grab the steering wheel, trying to let out all my frustrations. Before I do whatever I am planning to do. I guess the first step is to just take a step and see what happens. Maybe it's just simple and I'm over thinking this. Maybe she a sweet girl and she is just going to get her heart broken at the end as well. Who knows how she feels about MArk. Maybe it's just s** with them. Or maybe it's more than that. What if they are in love, or at least she is in love with him. F***!! “AAAHHHHHH!”I let out a loud scream in frustration, hoping it's gives me some kind of motivation to knock on my husband's mistress' door.

As i lay my head on the wheel i hear a softly gently voice.

“Umm hi, are you okay?” A nice tall pretty girl spoke to me. And I looked up to see her face.“Ohh”, jumping in shock.“Ohh I am sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Holding her hands to her chest.She seemed to be wearing a work-out outfit. She was probably on a run or walk and just ran into a crazy girl screaming in her car. "Get, this is just get." I said to myself. Yeah you stupid. The girl was tall and skinny, with a light tan on her. I wonder if that a natural tan. You can see she has a bit of muscle on her. Not too big enough that she can open a jar of pickles on the first try. Her hair is in a long ponytail ,but you can tell by the sun that its dirty blonde with autumn honey highlights in them. Wearing classic running shoes from Nike’s.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” I shook my head to get out my thoughts to speak to the nice women. “Oh yes, I’m fine. Just letting out some steam, you know.” Letting out a little nervous laugh. As I know, she probably thinks I am crazy. And regretting checking on me. “I understand, I have plenty of those days too” laughing back at me. Slightly making me feel normal again and not just a weirdo. But I'm sure she is just being nice. I doubt she has anything to be worried about. “Yeah, it has just been a h*** of a day or two”, rubbing the back of my head.

“Well, I just finished up my jog, did you want to talk about it? I know we just met and all,but you seem nice and not a serial killer.” Laughing at her own joke. “I don’t want to be a bother you with my life." Signaling with my hand. “Ohh you’re not, I don’t have anything to do today. And my boyfriend is out until late. It would be nice to have a girl over to chat over some wine.” She said, smiling back at me. Maybe I should. It wouldn't hurt to talk to someone about this s***. Maybe she knows how to deal with a lying, cheating guy. Yeah right. Who's dumb enough to cheat on a pretty girl like her? I beat she has broken a few hearts on the lines.“Ohh okay, umm yeah I guess it would be nice. As I place my hand on the keys, still in the ignition. She said the one thing that threw me off guard.

“Well, my name is Cami.” Having this huge smile on her face as she waited for me to turn the car off and stepping out of it. My head started to fog up, at her name. Ohh you got to be f***ing kidding me! HER!!“Oohh umm, look at time. I’m late. I’m so sorry. I am umm, late to, umm to a things. Sorry to bother you with weirdness. I have to go, sorry.”Trying to look normal back at her. All I wanted right now, was to get the f*** out of here.“Okay well have a great day.” She smiled back at me while waving her hands goodbye. I made a smile goodbye before pressing the gas pedal. And just like that, I sped off away from the woman who I thought was just a random beautiful nice girl. Who happens to really be the beautiful woman who sent that envelope to my husband. And she said she has a boyfriend. Why the f*** is she sleeping with Mark when she is in a relationship herself?

Ohh what the h*** just happen?!!

You were there too. Don’t ask me.

That was Cami. You should have gone inside and talk to her. Get some dirt and then BOOM tell her Mark is your man, not hers. Let her cry it out, herself.

Maybe idk, it all just happening a little too fast. It had just been two days and when I saw her face,and I didn't know what to do. I couldn’t do it. She seemed too nice to be the girl to be sleeping with a married man.

Maybe she didn’t know he was married. Maybe she was about to dump her boyfriend and start something with Mark. Thinking he's single, when he's not.

Mark always wears his ring. Why else would he wear it for uhh?

I don't know, a lair is gonna lair. Who knows what he told her. Or maybe he just takes it off when he's around other girls.

Ugh I don't know. Rubbing my hand over my face to try to focus on what had just happened. I feel so stupid for driving all this way for nothing. I mean I was right there. And she was right in front of me, I could of ask her and then just leave.

Lets just go somewhere. Let's not think about it today. You did good, Eve.

You're right. I don’t want to deal with this right now. Maybe a drink will make me feel better.

A drink?! B***** we need more than that!

Taking a deep breath in, I noticed a sign saying that there was a bar just a mile from where I was. Sighing loudly “ohh thank god, a bar.”Great lets go. Driving into the parking lot, I could see that this was just a local bar that was kind of nowhere. Just some other small shops around. I guess I’m just in the countryside of town. I got out and walked in, the bar seemed pretty d*** clean. It is a bit crowded but not so much as where I just want to leave. It held a good vibe to it. There is music playing in the background. That way, everyone can hear their own conversations and still enjoy some music while drinking. I noticed a stage in the back with a mic on it. A small sign saying

“Schedule band plays Mondays/Thursdays/ Saturdays

Open Mic everyday”

Looking over at the bar, I saw a few empty seats. I took the one close to the stage and exhaled.“Hi, can I get you anything, miss?” A nice good looking bartender with big green eyes. Wow, he’s cute. I felt myself blush a little. “Umm, surprise me. I ain’t too picky.” I said, gazing at his cute face. He doesn’t seem young, but not too old either. He was very fit looking too, even for a bartender.

Mhhh I wonder how he looks nude in his shower.

Ahh dirty mind, we’re married! I rolled my eyes at her.

Who cares right now, Mark is and probably has been having a affair. And we barely even LOOK at another man but him. At least enjoy the cute bartenders'looks.

Fine, whatever.

“ Here you are miss, enjoy.”The cute bartender hands me a small drink that is clear. While he winks at me. “Let me know how you like it.” He adds.“I will, thank you..” I tried to look for a name tag but I didn’t see one.Then a smooth voice came next to me. Finishing my response. “Lotto, His name is Lotto.”I turned my head to see this man reach over the bar to lean against it. I see him smiling at the bartender, raising a finger to sign him to give him another round of shots. “Thanks Lotto.”Thanking the bartender for his shot.“Sure thing Dom,” the bartender, smiling at his friend. “Ohh I'm sorry. Didn’t mean to be so rude.”Smirking back at me. As if it wasn’t his intention to come up to me, in the first place. I let a small curl at my lips, but didn't look at him. “Lotto is the owner and my close friend here.” He said. Smiling at me while looking me up and down. God, what a pervert. I'm married and he's really trying to check me out. He ain’t too bad looking himself either.“Your fine” letting a gentle smile back at him.

“Well, I can see you are new around here.” Making his gaze back at me.“Umm yeah, I’m just driving by.” Not making eye contact with him. I just wanted to come in and get a few drinks. Not get hit on by some playboy.“May I take this seat?”Dom asked me.“It’s a free country,” trying to ignore him. Hoping he leaves me alone. I wasn't in the mood to talk to some cute guy, or any kind at all. Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he will get the hint and walk away. Maybe not. Let's talk and see where this goes. Now she has gone to far. I'm not going to flirt with some random cute guy, at some random bar. I don't even know if my husband is cheating on me. I don"t want to overstep and be the one to cheat. Talking isn't cheating. Maybe it is.