24. Derek
I stare at the piece of paper.
Who? Chloe and anyone I don’t know.*
What? Just sex.
Where? Just not in our home.
When? When you need it.
Why? I don’t want to lose you.
*I ask that it’s never the same person twice. Nobody you’ve been with before, so no emotional attachments. We won’t talk about it and discretion is sacrosanct.
He signed and dated it. He dated it weeks before the night I met her. She sat on this for a while before she even brought it up to Alannah Fisher. She never wanted to use it. But she did. On me.
I smile to myself.
Anyone he doesn’t know. He knows of my family, and he will know me.
Not in their home? I smile. Check. Not only in his home, but directly where he sleeps. She’s not real happy with me at the moment for my wake-up call, but the way she moaned my name in her sleep tells me I'm on the exact right path.
Just sex? No. Not even close.
When she needs it? She needs it every chance I have to give it to her. I’m gonna give it to her a whole lot more often than she got it from him. And a whole lot better than he did it, too. Selfish prick.
And he doesn’t want to lose her. Aw. Cry me a river. It’s just a matter of time before he loses her entirely.
It’s not easy to hold back. I want to move the chess pieces much faster so that I can take the queen. And keep her. But I’d prefer she picked me instead.
That slap she delivered across my face sealed her fate. It would’ve sealed it either way. It was dangerous, but I know by my reaction that I won’t ever be done playing this game. Because the idea of inflicting retaliation on her for causing me the sting of pain is unfathomable to me.
No way will I lose focus on this goal. This woman takes feeling alive up a notch.