Getting Even

Getting Even- Contest Submission

"I just got out of the shower," I explained around the dryness in my throat. "You can come inside; I'll go slip something on." He didn't respond. Instead, he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine, as he walked past me. He was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. The outline of his back was almost rippling through the cotton's fabric.

Once I decided I was going to fight for my marriage, before going home, Tanya convinced me to enjoy a night out at a male revue that one of her high school classmates was a part of. I thought it would be a night full of laughs; which I needed because I knew fixing my marriage wasn't going to be easy. I didn't expect anything else from the night.

Then Ian strolled onto the stage. With my jaw dropped and drool pooling at the corner of my mouth, I watched him. His movements were effortless and beyond anything I had witnessed from any man in person. He was far from being the cheesy firefighter or cowboy stripper that I had envisioned. Women were practically throwing everything they could at him, and deservedly so, Ian was a walking Michelangelo sculpture but with a Hip Hop-esque appeal.

After the show, Tanya introduced us, and it was then that I learned Ian's government name was Phillip Nichols. I wasn't sure if I was caught up from the night's excitement, but I heard myself say to Tanya as we were leaving that I wanted to have one night with Ian to get revenge on my husband. It was just a joke that I shared outwardly, but Tanya made it come true with one phone call.

It wasn't until after I reserved the hotel room that she realized how determined I was. I had somehow convinced myself that experiencing a night with another man would set everything right. If anything, I would have something to reflect on when the images from the video haunted me.

Phillip walked to the chair that sat in the corner of the room and rested his elbows on his thighs. Tattoos lined his toned forearms. His presence was just as mysterious in the room as it had been when he was performing in front of thousands of women.

"I'll be right back." I flinched at how mousy my voice sounded.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I dropped my hands to the bathroom's marble countertop and took concentrated, deep breaths. It was one thing to think about cheating; it was another to go through with it.

There was a light knock on the door. "Are you okay?" He asked through the door.

"Yea." I hurried to say.

"Can I come in?"

His question threw me off. "Um. Sure." I fumbled. The door slowly opened, and he remained in the doorway.

"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" I shook my head to let him know that I hadn't. "Why do you want to do this?" His gaze landed on my ring finger. I reached down to touch the piece of metal that represented what the ultimate love was all about. The jewelry that changed my name from Joy Pollard to Joy Richards.

"He cheated on me," I revealed to him.

"Damn."

"I found a video of him having sex with another woman," I added.

"Are you serious?" He asked, the mystery around him beginning to fade. Tears that I was tired of crying began to sting behind my eyes. Yes, I was willing to fight for my marriage, but that didn't erase the all-consuming pain. It felt as if my heart was no longer attached to my body.

"And can you believe I'm dumb enough to want to work it out," I said shaking my head in embarrassment. "We have two little girls..." My sentence hung in the air as I dropped my head.

Phillip took a step forward and slowly lifted my chin between the grooves of his fingers. Then he lowered his head and kissed me. The moment his lips touched mine, I felt a new sensation flow through my entire body.

His kiss was slow, and without any tongue, and yet it felt as sensual as a tongue kiss. When he released my lips, I scanned his ob-long face from his tanned skin to his hooded eyes and kissable lips. He looked nothing like the man I was married to. And I had never been with anyone outside of my race which added to my nervousness.

"This is about getting even." He stated. I nodded. "Good." It was as if he was taking on the pain of my confession as part of his motivation.

"Should I call you Ian or Phillip?

"Tonight, I'm just your man."

My eyes widened at his bold response. I had fantasized about this moment a dozen times in the past two hours, and so far, I wasn't living up to the vixen I had convinced myself I was going to be.

"When you want me to stop, tell me." He instructed while dropping his velvet lips to my bare shoulder. He planted kisses on my now goose-bumped skin.

I watched in the mirror as his torturous kisses moved across my back, then he lifted his eyes until he was also staring in the mirror. He was so attractive that I wanted to ask him so many questions. I wanted to know why he danced in the first place and why he would agree to meet up with me. How many times had he done this already? I decided then that I didn't want to know that information.

"There is something so intriguing about you." He said slowly peeling my towel away, leaving me completely nude in front of him and the mirror. I refused to look at my imperfect body. "Look at yourself." He encouraged. And I did. He made me feel as if I was the most desired woman in the world the way he looked back at me. Then he turned me around.

He lifted me into the air effortlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist. It was a move I had seen him do two other times that night while on stage. To me, it felt as if my body was levitating to another place and about to be thrown into a fire.

Then he laid me down on the bed and pulled latex protection from his back pocket. There was honestly no other conversation to be had. We had gotten all of the basics out of the way.

For the rest of the night, Phillip did things to my body that forced me to shed different tears- tears from the immense amount of pleasure I felt. I had no idea intimacy could be like this especially with someone I didn't know. Phillip didn't finish until late in the morning and rather than leave me alone; he held me as if he was my man.

Once he left, I showered and got my things together. In my mind, it was time to go home. While driving, I thought about all of the different positions and tricks we had tried throughout the night and began to blush. The moment I pulled into my driveway, a cloud seemed to tower over me, darkening my mood.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone; it was only then that I noticed a handwritten note was attached.

When you figure out that getting even is only a temporary fix, give me a call. 301-226-6870

I shifted the gear to reverse and began to back out of my driveway. I decided that I needed another full night of getting even before I could truly move on.

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