Chapter 4
Candy
“You said some things to me last night when you were drunk that I am going to disregard. But I don’t ever want you to accuse me of shit like you did last night ever again.” I called to him softly while I poured myself a cup of the extra strong coffee Jack brews when he has been drinking.
“And what part did you not like? The part that you were dressed like a tramp last night? The part where you left me home alone on a Friday evening when you haven’t agree to go out on a date night in over a year?” Jack growled angrily. Evidently he is not done with this yet.
“And what about those week trips you take with Mr. Rich-CEO Cassanova Barry? You never did answer that question. Where do you sleep on those trips? Why do stay through the weekends when the business is already completed? Answer that,” Jack nearly yelled.
He is obviously getting fired up about this again.
“That is like a two day vacation for me paid for by the company. Time to relax and rest after all the hard work I put out for them,” I shouted. Getting angry myself now.
“Work? Is that all you put out for Mr. Fancy Pants?” Jack growled. “How dare you say that to me. I work my ass off for the agency and I am greatly disappointed that you think so poorly about me that you would accuse me of anything,” I yelled in my best fake hurt tone.
“Save you false indignation for someone stupid enough to believe you. I think you are cheating on me. I think you have been cheating for quite some time.
“How can you even say that to me? I cook dinner for you every night after I come home. I fuck you two or three times a week,” I hissed.
“Yeah? How about the nights you don’t get home till after 9pm because of business dinners,” Jack asked using quotation fingers for “business dinners.” Damn, he really is getting suspicious of me.
“And why is it that you don’t get home most days till 6:30 or 7:30pn when you get off work at 5pm?” Jack is red faced now. It looks like he is boiling with anger.
“Yes, you cook most dinners. And you fuck me two or three nights per week. But you always act like you are doing me a big goddamn favor and you have your eyes closed most of the time you fuck me. Who is he? Who do you think about when you fuck me. It sure as hell isn’t me,” Jack rasped staring directly into my eyes. I can see the rage in his face.
“Look, I could accuse you of the same thing with that blonde at the homeless shelter.
I have seen her Jack. I have seen how stunningly gorgeous she is.
I could easily be suspicious of the two evenings you spend with her each week.
There are times I have seen your eyes closed too thinking of her probably.
Uh-Oh…I can see that Jack has become incensed now. He throws his coffee mug all the way across the kitchen crashing on the wall and shattering into pieces on the counter top next to the kitchen sink.
As he jumps out of his chair, it flies a good 6 feet behind him. I am cowered and have my arms up shielding my face. Is he going to hit me now?
I am relieved when he storms past me and leaves me in the kitchen. Moments later, I can hear the sound of dresser drawers being yanked out of the dresser and pounding down onto the floor.
I stay put in the kitchen now wanting to be anywhere near this man I have enraged past anything I have ever seen with him before. Jack is usually the mellow leveled headed person in our marriage. I have never seen him like this before.
Several minutes later, I hear the front door of the mansion open and then slammed so forcefully that the framed photos on that wall fall of and crash to the floor. Holy shit! I never knew that Jack could get this angry.
Now I wonder how bad he would blow up if he could prove what he is suspicious of? Oh my Gawd! He would go nuclear if he ever saw all the sex scenes I have been in on the internet over the past 18 months.
I think about getting a restraining order since he threw a cup in the kitchen and made the pictures fall off the wall. But with Jack’s money, he could get an attorney to have that thrown out since there is no proof that he was the one that caused the damage.
“Getting a restraining order would be like poking the bear in the eye with a stick.
I know Jack. When he gets something in mind that has threatened him, he is ruthless and he is meticulous.
If we end up divorcing over this, he could end up leaving me penniless.
Especially if he ever got a hold of those sex videos.
When I go upstairs to the Master bedroom, it looks like a tornado tore through here. I see a lot of his clothes are missing from the closet. I see two dresser drawers are empty and laying on the floor. Damn, it looks like he packed at least two weeks’ worth of clothes. Fuck! His laptop is gone too.