Chloe enjoyed the party a little too much. At one point, she started a taco tossing phenomenon. She momentarily let the thoughts of the White Rabbit and Alice scene from earlier surface just long enough for her to lose control and toss a mini taco against the wall. All the other girls had no idea why she had done it but having drunk round after round of cocktails and shots, they found it great fun and joined in with elevated enthusiasm. Tacos were being flung all over the party room. She felt a little bad for the workers that have to clean it all up but damn, it was worth it. It allowed her much needed stress relief.
She went to the bar after the party as planned to call her best friend and hear her thoughts on what she should do. Covered in mini tacos, Chloe attempted to brush some of the taco debris off but quickly gave up and just walked into the bar, tacos and all. It wasn't exactly a dive bar, but it wasn't posh enough to turn her and her tacos away, so she sat down and ordered a cosmopolitan.
"Mighty fancy drink for a taco," said a guy a few stools down. She gave him a look that said: 'don't go there' and took her phone out. She took a deep breath, then selected Kendra's number.
"Yeah, babe? What's up?" Kendra answered, sounding slightly out of breath.
"Hey, Kenny…what are you doing?" Chloe asked her best friend. Chloe never knew what Kendra could be up to.
"Hmm? Oh! Having sex. So what's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I just walked in on Jon and Veronica… Wait, you're having sex?!"
"What the Fuck? I knew that guy was an ass! Hold on, let me finish, and then I'll call you back. I can't give this conversation the right amount of attitude like this."
"Uh-huh," Chloe said and hung up. Never can tell what Kendra might be doing when she calls, Chloe thought again with a sigh. She got her drink and sipped it as she tried to think about what she should do next.
Maybe I should tell Nicki. Yes, tell Nicki, tell him what's going on. He should know. He has a right to know. Yes, that's what you're going to do. And he will know what we should do next. She repeated to herself. She was staring at her drink. She hadn't blinked once as she thought about how to tell him. Finally, she blinked with the determination that she would tell Nicki Moulton, and he would know what they should do. Together they could deal with this. It was a much better idea than her having to deal with the situation alone. She really liked him. He was a good friend.
She pulled out her phone, found Nicki in her contacts, and sent him a text message asking him to meet her for lunch tomorrow. Jon had golf with some guys from work and his dad. Veronica usually went to see her mother on Sundays. So lunch tomorrow would be the perfect time to talk to Nicki. Her phone rang, and for a moment she thought it was Nicki. It was Kendra calling her back.
"That was fast!" Chloe answered.
"Oh? Yeah, well, I was ready forever ago. Just waiting for him. Anyhow, what's going on? Tell me what happened? Did you kick him out? Wanna move in with me?" Kendra rambled as energetic as ever.
"Hold on, Kenny, slow down. I'm not moving anywhere. I didn't kick him out. He doesn't even know I was there. I forgot the birthday gift for my craft girls' party, so I went back and heard Veronica giggling in that way like in a romance movie and…"
"Wait, Veronica!!! NO! That Bitch!"
"Yeah, well," Chloe mumbled. She should have listened when everyone told her not to trust Jon with Veronica.
"Does Nicki know?"
"I don't know. I sent him a text to meet me for lunch tomorrow."
"So how were they doing it, huh?" Kendra sounded like she was literally bouncing in her seat.
"Do you have to sound so excited?"
"Oh, babe! You're so lame you need to live a little. Remember our bucket list thingy we wrote when we were fourteen? I still have my copy. I'll send it to you. It'd do you some good to cross some of those off."
"List? Um…Okay. Right." Chloe had no idea what Kendra was talking about.
"So…Details. I promise to tone down my excitement." Kendra cleared her throat, and in a somber low voice full of sympathy, she said, "what happened, dear?"
Chloe rolled her eyes and told her the scene she happened to walk into earlier. When she finished recounting the events up to the point of her, as a taco, calling Kendra, there was a long silence on the other end. An unnatural silence, almost as if she'd disconnected. Chloe looked at the phone, and the time of the call was still running.
"Um. Kenny?" She must have accidentally hit some button or something.
"Yeah." Kendra coughed a bit before continuing. "Sorry, I put you on mute. I was laughing. Not that it's funny you caught your husband cheating but, Alice?! Damn! I didn't know he was so freaky."
"What?"
"I'd suggest you get even, but babe, you got your work cut out for you to even that score. Ha ha, seriously! Alice!"
"Even the score?" Chloe was so lost in this conversation. All she ever knew of sex was Jon, and even then, it really wasn't very exciting.
"Well, coincidentally, our bucket list here includes office sex. Maybe you can seduce that guy that has the hots for you? What was his name, Billy?"
"Billy? He's a pervert!" Chloe wasn't going to have sex with Billy!
"Perfect! Pervs are freakier by definition, right? Or what about Nicki? He works with you." Kendra sounded excited again.
"Look, Kendra, I'm not going to get even. I just thought...I don't know what I thought. Besides, I like Nicki, I'm not going to have sex with him. Maybe I'll come out your way for a visit or something, just me and clear my mind of all this."
"Oh, great idea! I'll find you a guy. Just one night, no strings sort of guy."
"Right." Chloe rolled her eyes and rubbed her temple before downing the rest of her drink. "I'm gonna head home and take a couple muscle relaxers and pass out."
"Ok. Night, babe. See ya soon." Kendra still sounded too excited, considering her best friend's husband was cheating on her.
"Night."
Chloe took two muscle relaxers and washed them down with two glasses of wine. She took a quick shower to get rid of the tacos, and she crawled into the spare bed with her towel still on. She woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot and strangled in her towel, so she shrugged it off onto the floor. She pushed the comforter off as well and slept under the sheet. Chloe woke the next morning to Jon kissing her. What the Fuck, she thought, very confused for a moment as to where she was and what was going on. She looked around and realized she was in the spare bedroom. Then she remembered passing out in there after her shower, the night before. "Sweetcheeks," Jon said between kisses. "Why are you in here? You should have come to bed, Pumpkin Face." "Huh? Oh, mmtacos." She told him as he made his way down her neck. He had never spent so much time kissing her body like this. "I got tacos…all over and…washed up um, before bed."
Chloe got to the Café, and Nicki was already waiting at a table in the patio corner. She made her way over to him. She had been thinking of how to tell him since yesterday, and she still had no idea what to say. "Hello…" Nicki said as she approached. He paused, noticing she looked anxious. "Chloe? What's up?" "Hey, Nicki," she managed, "Um, how was your workout?" "It was ok. You don't look so good. What's wrong?" Nicki cleared his throat. "Is everything ok? How's Jon? I already ordered, so don't worry. I got you the strawberry chicken salad and an Ice tea." He nodded towards her drink. Chloe smiled gratefully at him and took a massive gulp of tea, practically downing half the glass before she said anything. "Oh, Jon? Umm… He's fine. He's at the club with his dad and the guys. Just yesterday, he was with Veronica. She was fucking him on our bed." Chloe was now rapidly blinking her eyes. Maybe
Chloe went home and texted Kendra, Jon fucked me this morning before golf. Nicki wants to even the score. He's in love with me. Jon and Veronica have been fucking since Christmas. Idk I'm going to take a bath. Chloe was in the bath until it got cold, still staring off and trying to organize her thoughts. She got out and put on a robe, then went to the closet to find some clothes to put on. She hated everything in her closet. It was all Jon likes this, and hates that. He practically picked everything she wore. Even if he didn't shop with her, still in the back of her mind, she could hear him weighing in on everything. That's it she'll go shopping and get what she wanted to wear for once. She grabbed Jon's platinum card and put on a pair of jeans and a horrible polo that Jon preferred, and headed to the mall. When she got home, she put her new clothes in the spare bedroom closet where all the clothes not approved by Jon were. Mostl
Chloe woke up Monday morning with new energy and a goal to do what she wanted from now on. She went to work after getting dressed in her shopping spree outfit. She was wearing a new pencil skirt and a cute purple silk blouse. She had new Donna Karen nylons and new Jimmy Choo strappy black pumps. She had always wanted to own a pair of Jimmy Choo's. Of course, she knew she couldn't afford a second pair and probably shouldn't have bought the first. But she was going to pick out her own clothes without Jon's input for once. She even had on a new purple bra with matching lace panties. She had spent more on her outfit than possibly her entire wardrobe her whole life combined. She felt on top of the world for the first time in her life and thought to herself, Kendra is right; I really should live a little. She opened her phone and looked at an email Kendra sent her earlier that morning with their bucket list from 15 years ago. Well, she would get started on some of these. M
On lunch break, Bill held the door for her like always and ready to pounce until he saw her and remembered what happened earlier, and he nearly froze with anxiety. "Hey, Billy." She smiled at him and gleamed wickedly to herself; she never imagined she'd see Bill Moore squirm like this. It was rather cute in a creepy way. "You want to drive, or shall I?" "Huh? Oh, I can drive. It's no problem." He smiled sheepishly and led the way to his car near the back of the lot. He held her door like the gentlemen he certainly was not and went around to get in the driver's side. "So where's this wiener of yours?" Chloe asked as soon as he got in. She couldn't believe it herself, but she decided to just go with it. His reactions were so out of character for him. "What?" Bill paused with his keys in hand midway to the ignition. "Where's the wiener you were telling me about?" &
Chloe and Nicki went to the restaurant down the street from work. It was about a five-minute drive, so they left Nicki's car, and Chloe drove. They went over the book assignment, which Chloe had actually finished reading last night after her shopping spree. Nicki was impressed. "I don't know what's going over there with you, but I like it!" He grinned at her, "you look sexier than ever, I mean, you've always been hot, but now it's almost like you found the confidence needed to go with it." "Um, thanks," Chloe muttered, averting her eyes. She hadn't really thought about it. She was just doing what she wanted for once. She hadn't felt like this since before her mother died when she was young. After that, she was focused on helping out with the house and bills and taking care of her father, and then Jonathon came along. She's been sacrificing for everyone else since she was twelve. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…" &
Chloe let herself into the Moulton's house like she had done many times before, and she took her shoes off at the entry. Veronica hated shoes on her carpet. Halfway across the room, Chloe realized what she had done. Fuck Veronica and her stupid shoe rule. She thought, remembering that she was supposed to do what she wanted now. Not to mention Veronica was having an affair with Chloe's husband. Chloe patted Geoffrey's head as he came to greet her. He was a Doberman Poodle mix and a bit bi-polar, but at the moment, he seemed fairly normal. Then Chloe did more thinking about what it was she wanted to do and how everyone else, Jon and Veronica, did whatever he or she wanted with no concern for Chloe. Chloe wandered around the house and ended up in the bedroom, where she stood clenching and unclenching her fists. She gritted her teeth then took off her striped pink polo shirt that matched so many of Jonathan's polo shirts. Not realizing what she wa
Chloe shoved off of Nicki and swung around, pulling at his tie to loosen it, and practically ripped his shirt off. He was backing her up as he devoured her mouth as though he'd been drowning and finally was able to surface. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she was down with a small bounce. She had managed to get half his shirt off him. He was in a crouch over her and stood back up to undress completely. He even took off his socks, she noticed. Jon never took off his socks. It had always driven her crazy. He only took them off to shower. He hated to look at feet, even his own, and never took his socks off. When swimming, he wore those horrible pool shoes even at the beach. Chloe looked at Nicki's feet. They were nice. Not hideous or anything, not particularly beautiful feet, just feet, nice feet. She allowed her eyes to travel upward until she saw his cock spring lose as he slid his boxers down. It was straight as a board, pointing at her as though it knew exac