Give Me Pleasure Chapter 5 Part 2
CHAPTER 5 · PART TWO
Give Me Pleasure
Loud, unrelenting knocks.
The door creaked open. A young blonde stood before us, wearing nothing but a white robe, her hair messy, mascara smeared under her tired eyes. Her lipstick—red, bold, smudged at the corners. She looked like she had just had sex.
And I prayed to God it wasn’t with my husband.
Her brows furrowed, arms crossing over her chest as she flicked her gaze between us.
“Who are you, and what do you want?”
Martha’s lips curled in a slow, knowing smirk. “The friend of the man you’re sleeping with. And this is…” she gestured toward me before lowering her voice, “his wife.”
The girl’s face went pale. “What?”
“You don’t need to be scared. We’re not here for you. We’re here for Ronald.”
A voice drifted from inside the room. Familiar. Too familiar.
“Who’s there, babe? It’s not room service?”
The world cracked in half.
Martha had been right.
For a split second, I had prayed she was wrong, that this was all some terrible misunderstanding.
But that voice? I knew that voice.
Ronald.
How? When? Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Was I not enough for him?
I pushed past the blonde, ignoring her wide, stunned eyes, and walked into the room.
Nothing hurt more than seeing my husband stark naked, boxers halfway down his legs, in a room that reeked of sex. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and betrayal. Sitting on the floor was the discarded condom they just used to have sex.
My husband had been cheating on me.
For how long? How many nights? How many lies?
My lungs squeezed, my heart aching so hard I thought it might burst.
I always knew Mother Nature had a cruel way of throwing pain my way.
But this?
This was the one thing I never saw coming.
Ronald stared at me, confusion etched deep on his face, his mouth agape, but no words came out.
Martha stormed into the room, her heels striking the worn carpet sharply. Ronald scrambled, fumbling as he pulled his boxers up.
“I can explain.”
Explain?
“Men and lies, five and six,” Martha scoffed, folding her arms.
“Addy, let’s get out of here. Lemme explain everything.”
“What do you want to explain after all this?”
We’d had problems—sure. But something fixable. Not this.
What would Adele say?
“Addison, let’s get out of here before he finds a way to lie to you again.”
“Stay out of this. You’re not part of my family.”
“You’ve lost the right to ask for privacy, you bloody liar,” Martha said coldly.
Silence.
And the slow, steady clack of our heels as we turned away.
As we reached the door, I bumped into her—the mistress.
She was the waitress from the restaurant earlier.
Then I slammed the door shut behind us.
And with that single bang, my perfect life crumbled.