Seeking Relief

Coincidental Lookover

He couldn’t believe that she’s here.

He discreetly looked again. He was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him.

Nope it was her.

And she was in a cast.

Hmm. Interesting.

She turned to look at whoever was behind her coming in.

The f**k!?

She’s here with another guy.

Smiling and laughing.

The only time she should be smiling when it’s for him and when he tells her to.

His vision went red with hot rage.

He added it to her growing tally list of wrongs he’ll make her pay for when he finally has her under him again. He was proud of himself that he had already started preparations to retrieve her.

He turned his attention back to his date, but he also kept an eye on her. Which was easy to do since all it took to make his date think he was listening was nodding and inserting one worded cliché replies whenever she’d pause in her long winded monologues.

It took all of his effort to not give in to his anger and leap across the table and grab that w***e by her hair.

But he was a better man, he thought smugly.

He was also better looking, he thought looking over the man that had came in with her.

The man she chose looked like he belonged in a swimsuit magazine he thought mockingly.

He watched her as she sat with her date.

He watched and counted the times she touched the man, turned to him with a smile on her face, and counted the number of times the man touched her or embraced her.

When her date reached over and cut her food for her, he almost didn’t succeed in keeping himself from rolling his eyes.

The pair stayed at the bar well after they were done eating.

His date was over, and it would seem odd and draw attention if they continued to stay at the table. So, he paid their tab. And took his date home. He played the ever-courteous gentleman to her, a bit he could do in his sleep.

All women were the same.

All women liked the same fake persona.

With a smug smile he got back in his car and drove back to the restaurant. Sure enough, he could see through the windows where they sat when he left. He parked in the lot, where he was deep in the shadows, he turned off the car and all it’s lights. Then he settled in to wait, watch, and count the tallies his woman was accruing against herself.

Then he’d follow them when they left to find out where this douchebag lived.

He wasn’t going to take action, not yet.

But when he had all his pieces in place, he’d make the whole lot of them sorry they ever got involved with his girl.