White Lies

Chapter 3

Happy closed his eyes and, flicking his phone on silent, laid back as one of Jury's many girls went down on him. He didn't once think of Rory, just the girl, whose name he didn't care to know, and how good her mouth felt around him. Not wanting to finish yet he yanked her hair hard and pulled her away from him.

"What are you doing?" She whimpered and looked at him plainly horrified. "That hurt."

"What? Oh." He stood up and nodded to the bed as he began to undress. The woman was hesitant but got into bed anyway. She knew, as did all the sweet butts, that most of the guys had different tastes she just preferred a warning. It was strange, he was strange, she thought, as he stripped to his boxers.

She smiled as he moved over her but when he refused to kiss her, roughly pushing her back down, the woman had had enough. "What's your problem? What are you a robot?"

Sitting up he shook his head and growled at his own frustration. He kissed Rory, he loved Rory and she was more than comfortable with his rough hands and sometimes-painful movements but this wasn't Rory. Happy hadn't slept with another woman in years and he realized he was so comfortable and used to her that he needed to play the game, if only to get his dick wet.

He sent the girl out for a small baggie of coke from Tig and it took three lines to distract him up enough. Calm and free of guilt, Happy jumped back into bed with the girl, but all the coke in the world couldn't keep the woman's face from morphing into his wife's. Happy didn't know if he could do it and that only infuriated him more.

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"Thank you for dinner, Parker." Rory carried Emma on her hip as they moved from the driveway to the front door. "Really, we needed that."

"Can I come in?" He motioned toward the door and Rory nodded, sensing there was an actual reason for him to ask.

"Here honey," Rory put on a movie for Emma. "I'll be in the kitchen with Parker, okay?"

"Okay, Mama."

The adults slipped out and Rory offered Parker a beer or coffee, he chose the former, as did she. "I'm worried about you."

"That's sweet but I'm good. It's a rough patch, it happens, right?"

His eyes went wide and he shrugged. "Twice divorced, I don't know what's normal." Seeing her reaction, he took her hand across the table. "Sorry, no marriage is perfect. Especially one between you two freaks."

"I'm scared he's cheating." She said quietly. "They all do, on runs or whatever. A blowjob here and there or they sleep with some nasty bitch with a biker fetish, it's common but he knows I'm not one just to suck it up. He knows but I don't know if he cares."

"He hasn't said anything to me, if that's what you're asking."

"Maybe we shouldn't have done this. We were good; we were so good before it became so legal."

"I'll talk to him. See if I can't get some info or set his ass straight." Parker lowered his voice and leaned close to her. "Can't say I wouldn't be disappointed to see you back on the market, Rory."

Rory laughed and shook her head. "You're not my type."

"No? You like rough guys, capable men who can be a little dark. You know that's me, I'm just more open than Hap."

"Than my husband." She corrected. Rory knew she should have had that conversation with Happy, the lack of communication was a monumental issue, but she felt she couldn't. "I know you can be those things but you can't be him."

"What if 'him' isn't what you need?"

"He's what I want, Parker."

He nodded and stood from the table. "I'll talk to him."

"Thank you."

She popped up and hugged him tight, her breasts pressing against his chest, turning him on more and more the longer they embraced. Parker pulled away and kissed her lips for just a fleeting moment, a quick peck, before heading to the living room.

"Emma, girl, I'll see you later okay?"

"Bye Parker!" She said without taking her eyes from the movie.

Seeing him out Rory had to keep her distance. That quick kiss brought some thoughts to her head she knew were wrong. She wanted to get even for something she just suspected but instead she planned on sitting him down and talking it out. Happy wasn't a good actor, she knew he was hiding something, but only because she knew him.

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Hours later Emma awoke and bolted into bed with Rory. The girl was hysterical, crying for her father, after a particularly scary nightmare.

"Okay. Okay. Let me call Daddy, sweetheart."

"I want Daddy!" She sobbed and pushed Rory away to bury her face in Happy's pillow.

At first, Rory tried FaceTime but it rang and rang without any answer so she tried to call four more times. Nothing. It took a while to force him into buying a real phone and keeping burners for work but he did and he always promised to keep it on and be available.

"Sweetie I'm sorry." Rory forced the soothing words through gritted teeth. "Daddy must be working."

"I WANT MY DADDY." The girl screamed in Rory's face.

"I know," Rory laid beside Emma. "I want him too, sweetie." Eventually Emma sobbed herself to sleep but Rory couldn't sleep. She laid wide awake, fearing for her husband, while she too cuddled with his pillow.