I started struggling against him.” You can’t win this,” he panted.” Stop right now.”
“ Tell me,” I croaked,’ did you do this to your naked whore, too? Did she like it?”
“Not as much as you.” Cortez retorted and I bursted into tears and then started to scream.
Cortez pushed me on the bed, and I scrambled up and ran for the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. He kicked the door open. I backed away, stumbling against the bath tub, crying loudly stop, please stop, putting up her hands as he came towards me. He grabbed my face,
“ Stop fucking yelling! You want to go? Go ahead. Go. I don’t give a fuck what you do.” Roughly releasing me, he left the bathroom, and I slammed the broken door shut.
I came out later and walked out passed Cortez smoking his cigarette.
I left the house, go into the car, and drove away.
**
He threw is cigarette on the floor in anger and yanked the phone up answering it.
“What?” He was still fucking pissed after that little stunt Gem pulled. Fucking unbelieveable.
“Daddy! How are you and Gem doing?” He smiled slightly and glanced out the window.
“Everything’s fine, hon. How are you doing at your mothers?”
“Great! I got to have ice cream. But I have to go now daddy, dinner!” she hung up before he could say anything else.
Grabbing his keys he decided to go to the store.
After a few hours of busying himself with shopping and finally leaving the store, he headed home.
Gem was still not home.
After showering, Adrian debated going to the little bachelorette party. But he couldn’t do it.
This was ridiculous!
His Gem was with a bunch of raving, joking girls, all of them drinking, dancing...Men coming up to his wife—
He wasn’t going to think about it.
--drunk men propositioning her, their hands on her, in a smoke-filled club—and what was she going to do to stop them, even if she wanted to?
He wasn’t going to think about it!
Cortez got into his car and started the engine, and then turned it off, knowing he couldn’t leave. He went back inside, paced, smoked, drank, smoked, looked at the clock. It was eleven. He went to his office and finished some more work.
When he stopped typing, he heard her car in the drive. After turning off his computer, he slowly left the office.
The door was open to the dimly lit bedroom. Gem was in front of her dresser mirror, taking off her earrings. Cortez stood in the doorway and then came in. He had been so tense he thought he would have to get control of himself before he could deal with her, but when he saw her, the fight went out of him. All he wanted was the peace of her, the comfort of her.
He stepped in without closing the door and came up behind her. Silently he stood, looking at her hair falling down her back, glancing at her face in the mirror, tilted down. Her hands went up to remove her pearls; she was having trouble with the clasp.
He took a breath and moved her hair out of the way, “ Here, let me.”
Slowly he undid the clasp and laid the necklace on the dresser.
