Borrowed

Part 2

He sighs, setting down the spatula on the counter beside him. He runs his hand through the little hair that he has. He was still as attractive as the day I had met him. 

I was running late to my communications class, my bus had arrived ten minutes late, and had taken forever to reach my destination. My nerves were jumbled, I had never been late to a lecture yet and hated it. My hair was blowing in my face, which caused it to go into my mouth and almost blind me. I knew that I was a sight for sore eyes. Brent and his friends had always hung out around the corridor that leads to my lecture hall. They were always loud and gained a lot of attention from our peers. Many girls had been infatuated with Brent and his friends. 

I myself wasn't interested in dating. My main focus was my studies, I was at the school under a scholarship and I couldn't have my grades drop due to a boy. By the time I made it to where the group of boys was, I was severely out of breath and looked like a mess. I remember the burning feeling I felt on the back of my head as I rushed past them to my class. I knew that It was brent, who was also in the lecture that I was running late for. 

"She isn't in there yet." he called after me. Humor coating his words. His friends laugh when I turn around with a glare. 

"You made her angry Brent. You know what they say about her." His friend, Jason I think joked. At that point, people stayed away from me. It was because I didn't want any friends. Especially these students. They were all here because of their parents money. Brent and his friends were no different. 

"Shut up." Brent said, his tone cold. Jason looked down, it was clear who the leader of that group was. 

"I don't care if the professor isn't in there yet, I'm late." I barely whisper. Hating that I was in that position. 

"Fine. Suit yourself, Cleo." He had shrugged. The fact that he knew my name caused heat to rise to my cheeks. Causing his friends to snicker quietly to themselves. His hair was pushed to the side, slightly curly near the nape of his neck. His dark eyes filled with mirth and happiness. He was never serious, in class, he was always nudging his friends and whispering into their ears. He was taller than all of his other friends by a couple of inches at least. The fact that he was so good looking and cocky made it easy for me to hate him at first. 

He had said my name differently back then. There was interest. Attraction. Now? It was empty. 

His words pull me out of the memory. 

"I came home because I missed you." He sighs, causing me to laugh. 

"If you missed me, you could have called, texted, hell you could have even sent me a post card. You haven't contacted me other than your assistant sending me your weekly schedule. So, sorry if I find this all a peice of bullshit." I scoff. 

"What do you want me to say Cleo?" He asks, his words painting me to be the villain. 

"It's not what I want you to say, It's what I want you to do." I mutter. Watching as his eyebrows furrow. If he thinks that I am just going to let him ease back into my life, he is mistaken. 

"What? Cleo, This is just as much my house as yours. I'm the one who pays the bills." He throws at me. Bitterness coming off of the man I used to love in waves. 

"This has never been your house. You have only spent one week in it since we bought it." My voice raises with every syllable. 

"I would have come home if you would have asked." He tells me, his eyes leaving my face. 

"I called Brent. I called your office, your assistant, your cellphone. Hell, I even called your mother!" I yell. Sick of the way that he makes me feel. He acts as if I was the reason why he wasn't home. "The only reason I knew you were coming home was because of your assistant. Who never leaves your side. I would be shocked if you weren't..." I stop myself. Not wanting to look pitiful in front of the man that I've grown to hate. 

"It seems like you have carried on Cleo. You have a job. You don't need me here all the time." 

"You are my husband Brent. You claim to have loved me. That should have been enough for you to put me before your business for once in your life." 

"I still love you!" He yells at me. Coming around the counter. I jump out of my seat and distance myself away from him. 

"Don't you dare," I whisper. Looking away from the eyes that used to look at me with such love and lust that it suffocated me. 

"It's true. I went away for us. So I can give you more." He tells me, reaching out to me. He wanted me to believe him, desperately. Not for the right reasons though. 

"I have enough. All I ever wanted was you. I loved you, everything about you. I adored anything you gave me, big or small. I don't care about all of this." I say, gesturing to the huge house. 

"Loved." He states. He got closer to me, pinning me to the wall behind me. 

"Yes. Loved." I confirm. His eyes burn into my own. The feeling of his body so close to mine made me feel dirty. Months ago, all I wanted was this. To have him home, now all I wanted was for him to leave. 

The smell of burning breaks us out of our fight. His body tears away from me, causing me to release a relieved breath. 

"We need to talk Cleo. I can't stand for us to be like this." 

"Yet you can stand to fuck your assistant." I bite out. Shocking him so much that he drops the pan that he was carrying over to the sink. 

"Cleo..." He starts but I cutt him off. 

"Do you think I'm stupid Brent? I've seen her, you have needs and you aren't here with your wife. Of course, you would fuck her on the side." I spit out at him. His glare burns into me. He forgets about the mess lying at his feet and he rushes back to me. 

"I'm tired Cleo. We can talk about this tomorrow." He mutters at me. I can tell that he didn't say what he wanted to. 

"You aren't staying here tonight." I tell him, pointing towards him with so much hate. 

"Call the cops then Cleo. Tell them that your dear husband can't stay in his own home. I'm not leaving." He grumbles. Turning around and stalking out of the room.