Love Lost

4 Day After

I sleep until the next morning, the events of yesterday must have drained me more than I realized. I stretch as I sit up and look around the room. I reluctantly get out of bed and go into the mini kitchen to make tea and a bagel for breakfast. When I set them on the table and am about to sit, there is a knock on my door. "delivery" some deep voice says before I hear his footsteps walking off.

I open the door and see two arrangements of flowers. One is a very simple and basic selection and one that looks a bit more put together. I pick both of them up, the simple one I put on the kitchen table and the other one I place on the coffee table in front of the couch. I take the card from it before heading back to the table and grabbing the other card. I keep both separate, so I know which is which. I open the one in front of me, and see it's from Drew. Then I open the other card, seeing it's from Brody. His number is written on the bottom of the card. I place his in a decorative bowl that keeps my keys and I toss Drew's in the trash.

I take a shower, letting the warm spray caress my body. My mind gives me flashbacks of the night before with Brody. My core clenches with the memories. I refuse to touch myself to a fading memory of him and ignore my hussy core. I finish my shower up, brush my hair and teeth and then get dressed in a pair of jeans and tanktop. Grabbing socks, I also put them on with my sneakers just before I leave the apartment. My wallet and keys in hand.

I go to my car, hitting the unlock button while I stand next to it. I slip into the car and head to the supermarket. I quickly grab what I need, lingering for more time than I should on their in store beer selection. I force myself to walk away without picking any of it up. I bring my groceries for the register and pay for everything before packing the car.

I feel my skin stand on end, as if someone is watching me. I look around but I don't notice anyone. I try to shake the lingering feeling away but it doesn't leave until I climb into my car. I look around again but I don't see anyone sticking out and no cars pull out.

I pull up a decent lawyers office and call to make sure they can take walk ins. Since everything happened so fast. I want to get my divorce and cut all ties with Drew. When they say I can show up now and be seen, I head to their office. I bring the old cell phone with me. I have messages from him and her admitting to adultery. I'm hoping for something quick and easy, but I doubt Drew will go down without a fight.

I talk to the main lawyer and explain the situation, he tells me he is going to handle my case himself. He copies all of the messages from Drew and my sister. It isn't in the initial paper work for just a quick annulment. But if it's pressed we have proof for adultery. He asked me if I had anything that Drew could use against me. I shake my head 'no' and once we finish with all the paperwork then I leave the office. I have the feeling of being followed again. But I ignore it this time and head to my car and drive back to my temporary home.

I don't want to buy anything while we are still considered married. I don't need him trying to fight for stuff. I don't want anything from him, besides to be able to cut ties and live my life away from him. Hopefully you never see or hear from him again. The lawyer also advised me to not delete any messages from him or her, even ones that might start once he is served.

I arrive at the hotel and unload my car and head up to my current home. When everything is inside, I put everything away before sitting on my couch for a minute to collect my breath. I take my time and send messages to most of my contacts, but anyone who could have contact with Drew is left out. I end up messaging my family but not my sister. She doesn't deserve to be able to continue to torment me.

Noticing the time, I move to get up to make something for dinner. I missed lunch between shopping and the lawyer.

A knock on my door startles me. No one knows where I am. I make my way to the door and open it, no one is outside but there is an envelope sitting on the ground. I look around before picking it up.

I close the door and place the envelope on my counter. I notice a delivery menu and decide I deserve not to have to cook. I order enough food to last tonight as well as tomorrow.

Then I focus on the envelope once more, I open the seal and pull the pages and pictures out of it. They are pictures of me with Brody in the hotel, as well as pictures of me today. I take pictures of everything besides Brody and I and forward it to the lawyer. But since there is no name, it isn't directly pointing to Drew. I huff at his reply.

I contemplate messaging Brody but get sidetracked when the delivery driver knocks on my door announcing himself. I answer the door and take the food, pay him as well as tip him very well before closing the door and digging into my food. The envelope is still sitting on my counter. for now I choose to ignore it. Even the piece of paper just says warning. Nothing more.

I eat until I'm full then put the rest of the food away. Then I log into the job listing site and change all the numbers to my new number. I don't see any replies so I close out of it.

I decide to sit on the couch and watch some mindless TV for a while. A few rom coms later and I'm barely keeping my eyes open. I groan as I turn everything off then move myself to my bedroom. Just that wakes me up a bit to where I am staring up at the ceiling and my body doesn't want to sleep anymore.

The last movie had a scene that reminded me of Brody again. I try to ignore it and toss and turn for a while before I give up. I let my mind wander to what I remember of that night and morning. My hands drift down and under my shirt before grasping my breasts. They are more than a handful for my hands, spilling out. But it reminds me of Brody's hands on me and how they looked and felt in his knowing hands. A soft moan escaping my lips before I hit down on my lower lip refusing to let myself be vocal.

I'm not sure how sound proof these walls are and I don't want him hearing me. Though the thought of him catching me while doing this makes an excited shiver run down my body to my core. I wonder if I affect him as much as he had affected me. Though with how I left after hearing his name, I highly doubt it. Still picturing us together and possible scenarios that haven't happened.

My body is heating up to the images flash in my mind, one of my hand drifts lower to where my body craves him again. Craves the feeling of being filled by him and brought to the edge of ecstasy over and over again by him. My lip is released and I moan with earnest now, not caring who hears me and hoping Brody does. I build myself more and more with more images of us. When I feel like I'm about to explode with pleasure, two of my fingers slip into my heat. Pushing me further off the cliff of passion. I scream his name and cut myself from saying more by biting my arm. The aftershocks caress my body over and over again before my body finally starts to calm back down. I slip into the bathroom to clean myself up with a wash cloth and redress before heading back to my bed. My body hitting the pillow, I make sure my phone is plugged in beside me on the night stand before I curl up wishing I had his body wrapped around me as I drift off to sleep. Just as I'm about to fall asleep I think of the pictures that were delivered to me. I'm going to have to see Brody again. Even though part of me doesn't really want to see him, another part of me, the wanton part of me does. And she is looking forward to the possibilities of what could happen. I drift to sleep with the conflict of emotions on my mind.