Pride and Prejudice II

It had been three days since Blue had left, though not of her own accord. He’d woken as he had in the months before they met; rolled into the middle of his bed, stood after staring at the ceiling for a few moments. He’d shave. Brush his teeth. Sit alone at their café with an espresso that had gone cold with his fantasies of the woman sitting in front of him. Had she filed for divorce yet? Told her parents she’d been secretly married? Admitted her pregnancy? Did she sleep through the night? Or did she wake every few hours and roll over to throw an arm across the empty sheets half-asleep?

He’d entertained visions of Richard’s half-limp cock laboring lazily into her. Wondered if they shared a bed. Wondered if she’d gone home or moved in with her fiancé. If she thought of him as often as he had. If she’d believed his lies of no longer caring for her—if she hated him as much as she ought to have thought he her. And wond