Chapter 7: Bad News Can Always Get Worse

After lunch, Marissa takes off and I find myself completely alone.  I sit around for a while reading again, but then decide to be nosey and go through Brad's things in his bedroom.  What could possibly go wrong?  After all, he won't be home for hours if he shows up at all tonight.  

Pacing back and forth, I try to figure out if I should or not and finally just march up the stairs straight into his bedroom.  Looking through his drawers, I find nothing and then turn to his desk.  Right away, I have this bad feeling when I see a drawer half way open and inside a picture is bearly visible.  

Opening the drawer the rest of the way, I stand back and take in a deep breath before sighing.  Shaking my head in disbelief, I approach the drawer and pick up the photo of Brad and an unknown woman in a compromising position.  When I go to put it back, I notice a manilla envelope underneath and take it out to open it.  

I sigh and almost cry, but instead just throw them back in the drawer and after shutting it, I run out of the room.  What is going on?  How could I not know that he is a womanizer?  He hasn't ever once appealed to my womanly side or even tried to have sex with me.  

Surely, if he loves women that much, he would have come to me in the middle of the night at least once.  That is, unless the reason why he hasn't is because he prefers women who work for him.  I have heard of men that only like strong women, those in power or business women.

Running to my bedroom, I slam the door shut and jump onto my bed, pulling my knees up to my chest.  I start to sob and cover my face with my legs, but I hear my phone ring and wonder who is calling me.  Checking my phone, I see Nicole's contact info on my screen and make the decision to answer it.

"Nicole, you wouldn't believe what I just found in Brad's desk drawer?"  Stiffling my cries, I sit still and hold my breath for a second.

It's quiet briefly, then she hears her sigh,  Nicole answers, "I am so sorry, but you knew it had to be something like that.  I have never known a man to not want a woman, unless they are gay or already involved with someone else."

Wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, I sit up and force myself to stop feeling bad.  I say coldly, "Brad has never wanted me and yet he has had sex with at least 20 women from his pictures.  Who does that?"

"Clearly Brad.  He obviously is only in this marriage for the money and the power.  It's a shame really.  You are so much better than this."

Remembering Dean and how he felt against me, I smile and reply, "Nicole, you won't believe this, but one of the new hires is the hottest man I have ever met.  He makes me wet just by kissing me."

Screaming over the phone, she says, "Kissing!  Have you done anything else?  Damn girl, you have to tell me all the juicy details."

Telling her everything, I start to realize just how much I am looking forward to being with Dean and finding out what he feels like buried deep inside me.  Just telling Nicole about him and the incidents, makes me weak in the knees and my panties soaked.  I slide off the bed and walk over to my chest of drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of panties.  

Once I tell her everything, she makes me promise to call her as soon as we do "the deed" and anything else I can remember.  Sounding so excited, she tells me, "I wish you live closer to me, then we could have girl time and I could see what this hunk looks like.  Perhaps, I can visit for a couple weeks.  I will have to look into airplane tickets and get back to you.  Love you, I probably should go, so I can get to work."

"Love you, talk to you later."  I hang up and smile, hoping she does come to visit.