“See!” Dana exploded, “This is exactly the kind of shit that drives me nuts. You’re so controlling and paranoid that you’re smothering me. Smothering me, dammit! I can’t take it anymore! I need some time for me!”
“You know the one thing I’ve always told you I wouldn’t tolerate in our marriage is cheating,” Troy stated directly.
“I know! You’ve told me a thousand times. It’s just a stupid party. I’m drunk, and I’m sleeping here. I’m not cheating on you. But, I’m not going to fight with you about it. They’re waiting on me in the bar. Goodnight, Troy.”
“Dana!” he called out, but she hung up. “Fucking slut!”
Troy stared at his phone, glowing in the darkness until the screen went blank, killing the only source of light.
Chapter 3
Dana set the phone down on the dresser in her hotel room and made sure it was still plugged into the charger. Her hands were shaking. She had just openly lied to her husband, and the adrenaline was still pumping in her system.
I fucked up, Dana thought. I should have told him about the party and just played it off. Now, he suspects me of cheating on him. Fuck!
She wasn’t ready to reveal the truth to Troy. Her salary would continue for another thirty days, so she had at least that long before he would notice the loss of deposits in their joint checking account. Her plans were already made and put in place, and she didn’t want anything to interfere with them. If Troy caught on too soon, he could create a lot of difficulties for her. She needed him in the dark until the last minute.
Is it worth it? Is it worth the risk?
With a heavy sigh, Dana unplugged her phone and spoke to the person behind her, “I’m going home. My husband is freaking out, and I don’t want him to get all worked up. I’m sorry.”
She grabbed her purse and quickly left the hotel room before she changed her mind. She wasn’t as drunk now as she had been an hour earlier and decided to retrieve her car and drive home. Fifteen minutes later, she arrived home, only to find the garage empty.
Where is Troy? Dana wondered.
She dialed his phone, and he answered right away.
“What do you want?” Troy asked.
“Where are you?” Dana asked immediately.
“Why do you care?”
“Of course, I care! I realized you were right, and I came home. Where are you?”
“Pulling in the driveway,” he explained. “I went to find you, but your car was gone.” He didn’t tell her how he knew where it was, “so I came back home. You just beat me here.”
The garage door opened, and he pulled his truck inside. Dana was waiting for him, hands on her hips when he walked in the kitchen. He held up his hands, trying to ward off the fight that he knew was coming.
“Look, it’s late…” was all he got out before she threw herself at him, kissing him and hugging him.
He tried not to respond, but he loved Dana terribly and couldn’t help himself. He was pissed, but part of him wanted to show her he was her man. It was something primal, a caveman instinct. He kissed her back and grabbed her sweater, pulling it up and exposing her tits, just like she had done earlier at Paddy’s. He buried his face between them, kissing and sucking on her full, mature breasts. Dana let out a shuddering moan and began to pull Troy’s clothes off.
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