ask,” he snickered. “That includes physical favors.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. Some parts of me can’t hold back. Your new haircut is sexy as shit. Goodnight, Rachel.”
“Goodnight, Chad.”
Chapter 10
Grayson
My drive home from the college was unbearable. My daughter hated me; that much I knew. She was adamant on me leaving, and I wasn’t sure how long it would take her to forgive me for what I’d done.
It wasn’t just my betrayal. She was screwed over by her very best friend. We’d shared a secret from her. It was the ultimate disloyalty.
Infidelity had led me down this path. Now I didn’t know what to do to remedy the situation. Once again, I tried calling my wife. No answer.
I even attempted to contact my daughter. It went straight to voicemail. Both of my girls couldn’t stand the sight of me.
When my phone rang I felt excited. I figured one of them was calling to say they wanted to talk. I didn’t care what direction I needed to turn the car in. I’d run to them if I had to.
The number was unlisted, but I answered anyway. Rachel could have gotten her number changed, but decided to give it to me anyway. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby it’s me. I took care of our little problem. You don’t have to worry about Rachel getting in our way any more. I know she’s the reason you don’t want to see me.”
“What are you talking about? What did you do? If you harmed her at all you’ll be sorry.”
“Calm down. I didn’t touch a hair on her body. I paid her a visit, and told her to leave us alone. We’re too connected to end things. We can be happy. She’ll be out of the picture and you me and Steph can be a family. It will be like old times.”
What the hell was happening?
“Kyla, listen to me. There is no us. What did you say to Rachel?”
“I told her to leave us alone. She knows we fucked all over your house. She knows there’s not an inch of that house you didn’t have me in. Face it, Grayson, I’m all you have left. Rachel doesn’t want you. She told me I could have you. Now there’s no reason for us to be apart.”
“You’re insane. Do you hear yourself? Even if Rachel hates me, I still won’t love you. I never have and I never will.”
The line was quiet. “You’ll change your mind. You’ll miss me. I know you will. Give it a couple days. You’ll be begging to see me.”
“No. I won’t. Stop calling me, Kyla. I’m having my number changed. This is ridiculous.”
I was infuriated. She’d gone and screwed my life up worse. I didn’t even think it was possible.
It was late, but I had to get to Rachel. She needed to know I hadn’t put Kyla up to the visit. She had to know she was a liar. Yes, we’d had sex in a lot of places, but there were things which needed to stay buried. Details would only hurt her more. I couldn’t deal with the agony of imaging what Rachel was going through.
I drove fast, not even stopping when my gas light flickered on. My wife was hurting, and I was the only person who could help alleviate what she was feeling. I needed her to believe me. I needed her to still love me.
I never expected to pull up to the house and see a car in the driveway, a Porsche at that. The tags were registered to a D.C. address, so I figured it was someone she worked with. Maybe she’d asked a girlfriend to come stay with her while she went through hell. Maybe she needed the support of a friend.
I used my key to open the door. It was quiet and dark when I entered into the foyer. I sat my keys down on the small side table and went to turn on the light. When I did I got the shock of my life. A male, maybe a bit older than my daughter, was standing in front of me. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m assuming you’re the husband?”
“You’re damn right I am.”
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you need to tell me where my wife is.” I glanced up the stairs and yelled for her. “Rachel!”
I could hear her walking around, so I turned my attention back to the guy. He was shirtless, his hair disheveled on top his