glossing over the bigger problem—I just figured out that I’m in love with my husband and his new girlfriend has shown up; but one thing at a time, okay? Right now I need to get this wench to like me.
"Valerie!" I say in a cheerful voice. Both of their heads shoot up to look at me. I'm aware that I'm standing in nothing but Brad's old t-shirt and that it barely covers my naked ass; but right now, I have more important things to deal with, such as that Blow-Job-Barbie wanna-be in my house.
"Please, come in! I'll be right down." I smile and turn around. I can hear her telling Brad that she'd rather leave as I walk back to our bedroom. He assures her that leaving would be a bad idea. He knows me so well. I grab a fresh pair of underwear from the drawer and go to the bathroom to clean up. I forgot how messy sex was; then again, I also didn’t realize how good it could be. Hot damn, I want to do that again and I most certainly won’t be letting that Vicky get in my way. Come hell or high water, she needs to go.
I slip the fresh panties on, fluff my hair up a little, spray a tiny bit of perfume on and walk out—without pants—because this is my home and I’ll walk around butt naked if I want to after my husband has taken me in our bed. I walk down the stairs and find them in the living room. Brad is on the couch with Vicky by his side and they’re talking quietly. I clear my throat and they look up, both smiling nervously. Vicky stands first and stretches her hand out to shake. I close the distance and take it gladly.
“I’m Vicky,” she says, making damn sure I know her name. I grip her hand tightly in an attempt to make her squirm. I want her to know who she’s dealing with; but she’s strong. She squeezes back and I squeeze harder. The smile has now fallen from her face and she’s giving me a pointed look. It’s a challenge.
“Colleen Patrick. I’m Brad’s wife. But we went over that at the station,” I say, a fake smile plastered on my face. I look down at my attire or lack thereof and give my best innocent look. “You’ll have to forgive us. We’re newlyweds, you know.” She’s squeezing me too tight, I try to pull my hand back but she won’t let go. I look to Brad and whimper.
“Vic, come on,” he urges her to let go. I smirk at her. That’s right, Bitch. Brad shakes his head.
“Come sit down, pretty girl,” Brad says in a gentle but commanding way. I would go sit down, you know, if I could get my hand back!
“It’s okay, Colleen,” Vicky grins, “you don’t have to pretend here. I know you guys aren’t really married. I never would go out with a man with a real wife.” Excuse me? She’s joking, right? If what I just did doesn’t qualify me as a real wife, then everything Grammy said about marriage is a lie.
“Oh,” is all I can say. She finally lets go of my hand and takes her seat beside Brad. I narrow my eyes at her as I watch her hand touch his knee. Brad grits his teeth. I walk over and plop down on his lap, crushing her hand beneath my leg. She yanks her hand back, clearly annoyed. Brad is shirtless and he looks amazing. I wrap my right arm around his neck and place the other on his chest, making a light trail. His entire body tenses.
“So, what brings you to our home, Vanessa?” I ask, watching her ire rise.
“Actually,” she reaches out and rubs her hand on Brad’s arm and batting her lashes at him. “Brad invited me.” My nails dig into the back of his neck as I fight the urge to slap her hand away.
“Oh, did he?” I ask, glaring at him. He’s wincing. How in the hell could he do this to me? This is beyond mortifying. I compose myself quickly, removing my nails from his neck and stand up. “Where are my manners? Is there anything I can get you two to drink?” Brad shakes his head but Vicky nods.
“Yes, do you have any juice?” she asks.
“Is Cranapple alright with you?” I ask. She nods again and I walk off. From around the corner in