Checkmate

Chapter 7

Kade

After my beautiful wife left, I had my very first meeting, she was right I should hang up something against the walls. But we don’t have any pictures together yet, and I didn’t want to hang the pictures of her alone up there. I might just catch some of my employees jerking off to her in my office. She looked like a goddess today, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The meeting dragged on, and I wished I didn’t leave bed this morning my stomach started cramping and the sweat dripped down my back. I wanted to get out of my suit jacket but that just might be unprofessional, but the cramps became way more intense. I moved from one side to another, not even paying attention to all the talk in the meeting. My stomach started to rumble and everybody heard so they all looked at me, I tried to play it cool but Collin leaned closer “are you feeling okay man? You don’t look so good.” No, I was not okay my stomach cramped and I can’t remember when was the last time I felt this way if ever. I had to excuse myself but before I even had the chance, I heard the ultimate farting sound. Everybody looked up at me and I was looking at all of them, I got up “excuse me” I tried to walk out as fast as I can. I am a laughing stock, the blue avatar farting machine. What the f**k, how the mighty have fallen. Save to say I did not make it to the restroom in time, but I didn’t even care. Everything hurt, I am dying and I haven’t even finished my will yet, f**k I haven’t even had s*x with my wife yet. I am too young to die. But my stomach didn’t care. I groaned and cried a little, I have been shot before and that pain did not come close. Maybe because there’s a difference there you would go out as a war hero right now; I would go out as the guy who s**t his pants and farted in front of a whole office. Safe to say my day did not end well, or well as planned. I spend the whole day shitting my guts out, and passing out of dehydration at least I had real friends who ran my s**t ass to the hospital. This really hot little nurse came in “Mr. Clark I think it’s safe to say never to use laxatives ever again unless you’re constipated” Wait, what my parents all stared at me “you say what now?” She gave me a polite smile “Mr. Clark you do not have any other symptoms which rules out viruses and stomach bugs, this is clearly the result of a laxative. You can go home now, you have been discharged and the doctor gave me your prescription” Laxative, I heard some giggling outside and just as I pass, I saw my wife’s mom talking on the phone. “Well, he was brought to the hospital for dehydration Kiki I mean that was risky you cannot go that far with this.” She giggled a little bit more, “I know but still you have to be careful, and yes, I knew the moment he came in you had something to do with this. He is my patient I had to tell him he is not contagious with some sort of bug- ““Yes, I agree don’t go home tonight he might kill you. I love you to baby.” Can you f*****g believe this, she gave me the worst day yet, oh baby the game is on? I have no Idea what to do with pranks but I will figure something out. f**k, she almost killed me, I am never having s*x with her ever. I became so upset that I told the guys we’re going out tonight and I am f*****g someone else. She went too far. f**k my life.

We made our way to our normal club; I loved this place and the energy surrounding the building already had my blood pumping with excitement. This is what I lived for, taking and drinking away all of my problems in one night. We passed the entrance we were regulars here, so everybody knew us. We weaved between the crowd towards the bar, and ordered our drinks. Some of our old school friends made their way towards us and all drinks were on me tonight. I needed to forget of my awful extremely sexy and hot wife who does not want me and made that clear more than once, she blew the wind right out of my sails and completely humiliated me tonight. I needed to forget her, forget that sexy body and the way she spread her legs rubbing herself cream. I wanted to forget her, but she was imprinted so deeply into my core. No matter how many drinks I took it couldn’t erase the feeling of her silky skin, her smile and laughter from my memories. I took my fourth drink and started to feel my tense muscles relax, slowly. I wanted more; with every drink she became a little less of a memory. I turned to my right and noticed a gorgeous blonde woman standing staring at me, she had blue eyes just like my wife and for a second, I wished my wife would look at me like she just did. I made my way over towards her, giving her my normal charming grin. I asked her for a dance and while on the dance floor I felt blank, everything disappeared the pain of rejection and the more the alcohol started to fill my body and veins the more she looked like Keira, my beautiful wife. The rest went blank, I saw flashes as we made our way towards the parking lot but the rest become completely clouded.

I woke up with the worst migraine I have ever felt, my head was pounding and I could feel the vomit pushing up my throat. The sun was streaming directly into my eyes and I could barely blink, the place I found myself in looked unrecognizable and I had no idea where I was. I turned slightly and saw blonde hair cascading all over my chest, and for a second, I thought it might be my wife, purple hair, rainbow hair. It’s not her. It’s not my wife. The familiar sour filled my throat and I had to get up, I ran and opened doors until I found the restroom. I cleared my guts, trying to remember anything about last night but it was all a blank except for flashing lights and dancing on the dancefloor. The w***e of last night came in and tried to help me with a wet towel, but I didn’t want her to touch me. She wasn’t my wife; I am a lot of things unfaithful isn’t one of them. I pushed her away “I’m married, I was drunk last night and I have no idea what we did. But don’t f*****g touch me again.” I could see she really didn’t care, “well I had fun thank you Mr. Clark.” I had to get the f**k out of here. I have never dressed so f*****g fast in my entire life. And got out of there, I called up the guys and we met at Collins place. Where do I go from here, hell? Should I tell my wife, I mean I did exactly what my ex-wife did to me and the humiliation was more than enough for me to divorce her. I did not want to do this to Keira, no matter what she did to me this was not who I was. I f****d up and knew it, I was so f****d up.