edited, sept 20th.
"Will that be all, Missus Anderson?"
She snapped her head towards me, the back of her fingers covering her lips, a glass of white wine on her hand. "Hm?"
"I uh... Finished fixing that drain of your bathroom sink. Is there anything, that I could help you with?" I recalled. I noticed the way her eyebrows were pulled together, she looks like she was deep in her thoughts in which I just interrupted.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry, Jaxon. I was in my head. Yes that'll be all, thank you." A small smile is sent with a little nod towards my way.
I pursed my lips, my brain and my heart having a conflict, whether I should tell her that I saw her husband and his mistress fucking in her gazebo in the backyard or when I caught her moan my name in their bedroom where I'm pretty sure she was touching herself so hard I could almost hear the wet sound forming out of her cunt. I couldn't sleep without jerking myself before I drift off.
"Goodnight, Missus Anderson." Decided to call it a night, I bid her a farewell. I was about to gather myself off from her spacious living room which surprisingly very cozy and warm due to the fire being lit in the fireplace. I could feel the comfortable heat engulfing my body just by standing in the hallway.
"Actually, Jaxon... I could use some company, not for long- That is only, if you're not doing anything important back home."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Uhh... I feel dirty, Missus Anderson. I don't want to ruin your couch-" I tried to form an excuse. For one, my attire isn't very comfortable right now and I wish to quickly jump into the shower to wash this dirt away. For two, I don't know if I could hold myself back if I am ever as close to her.
"Nonsense. Sit down, I'll grab you some wine- Wait.. You're legal... Right?" She push herself off from the couch but stopped herself.
I chuckled nervously with a nod, "Yes, Ma'am. I am."
She sighed in relief before she giggles, "Good, thank god. Alright, sit down. I'll be right back."
I sat down and look around the living room. Two medium sized couches facing at each other where in the middle of them sits a coffee table, a big vase of white roses in the other side of the long coffee table. Everything in this room is very well-organized, comfy, and I am one hundred percent sure that these are coming from her touch. I couldn't help but look at the wall in front of me, on top of the console table sits a lot of frames of her and her husband's pictures. I stood up and make my way towards it before grabbing one frame where it shows her big smile looking at her husband, though her husband was looking at other direction but her. Missus Anderson looks very sincerely in love with him. Anyone with a perfectly sighted eyes can notice that how she's willing to give him the world.
I feel bad for her.
For their marriage.
I know it hasn't been that long for me to be around, but everything from their marriage has been happening a lot through my eyes and ears. Months spent on building the gazebo for his wife just to caught him using it with his, I assumed, mistress, days before the party.
"That was the day that I gave him his dream watch." I jumped slightly, gripping the frame tighter afraid that it slipped from my grasp. Snapping my head towards her, as she stands there holding two glasses of wine with a pursed lips. I watched her made her way towards the couch as I carefully place their picture back on it's original place.
The corner of her lips tugs into a small smile, She hands me the glass of wine as I thank her before sitting beside her. "He's always wanted to have that watch. It was a limited edition, you wouldn't find it anywhere at the mall. I had to make some calls and expand my network. When I finally got it, it was the perfect moment as his start-up company was going so well and they just scored their big goal." She chuckles, bitterly. I assume there's more to the story.
I look down to the glass of wine on my hand, trying to come up with an answer before she added, "I care a lot about what people think you know, Jaxon." I lift my head up, finding her eyes already set on me. "So, I am aware that... We weren't really, subtle, with our issues." She took a deep breath, before lifting her glass signaling for soft cheers.
I nod my head and my glass at hers before I took a sip of the bittersweet liquid down my throat. My insides couldn't help but smile, if I could watch myself from a third point of view I would've though What a hell of a night, finishing up the day that I just had then gets rewarded by drinking a glass of one that I'm sure could pay for my car gas for a whole year.
My tongue swatted against my bottom lip to hide the grin that was about to escape due to my own silly comments about myself. There was a silence, that I couldn't tell if it's comfortable or not. But, I do feel comfortable with the silence as I enjoy this glass of wine. I noticed Missus Anderson shifted her position, tucking her legs underneath her thighs.
"I want you to tell me the truth, Jaxon." I look at her, as her eyes looking at other way before moving to mine.
"Do you think... A woman my age, is still pretty enough to.." She chuckles, "get it?" She air quoted.
Fucking hell, yes.
I give myself a moment before I let out my real, honest answer. I wouldn't want her to think that, I'm some kind of creep with such a fast one—Resulting in an obvious way that I have, been watching her and been taking interest in her for a while.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman that I've ever laid my eyes on, Missus Anderson." I commented, Was that subtle enough?
She chuckles before a smile creeps on her face, her cheeks slowly turns to a subtle red color. "Please, Jaxon. Call me by my name, Domenica." She looks down to her glass of wine with a smile, circling the glass making the liquid twirls inside it.
I smiled, "You're beautiful, and so is your name Domenica." I rephrase, this time calling her by her name. My lips felt foreign when they speak of her name, the kind of foreign that I wouldn't mind if it became familiar. Domenica looks at me with the same beautiful smile on her face, my eyes not leaving hers as I took a sip from my glass.
Domenica looks at me for a while with, what seems like, a bewildered smile as if she's not hearing it right. Am I not sincere enough? I was very sincere, and I hope she didn't took it in any weird way. She sighs with a small smile before looking down, "It's going to be our wedding anniversary in 5 days. What do you think I should get him?"
I have no idea why my body feels warm, my heart pounding in my chest, my blood boils. I'm sure it's not because of the warmth produced from the fireplace. I sensed a growing agitation in myself. She's a smart woman, I'm sure she should've figured it out by now that her husband is unfaithful to her, I thought. My whole body wants to take things on its own, my heart wants to let her know the truth but my brain keeps screaming to not do anything stupid, it's their business I shouldn't be involved in any of it.
"He's been telling me how he wanted to join this equestrian club, he wants to learn on how to ride a horse and he wants to have one. Do you think it'll be a great gift?" Domenica starts to brainstorm by herself.
I stayed quiet.
"He's also been saying things like a trip to Bali for a week and just enjoy the atmosphere there, I heard it's a really good atmosphere."
Still, I kept quiet.
Domenica sighs, "I don't really know which one, he told me a lot of things he wanted to have and try." She took a sip of her wine. She looks down at it, and twirl the liquid by circling her glass. A small pout sticking out from the bottom of her lips. She's sad, she thinks she's not a great wife.
"I think whatever it is you wanted to let him have, it'll be enough and thoughtful." I finally speak up.
Domenica chuckles and looks at me, "Well, when you have the money and everything, it won't really be enough."
"I don't think so."
"Oh yeah? Enlighten me then, Jaxon." Domenica seemed intrigued by my statement. My habit of licking my bottom lip took action before I proceed,
"I would've been really grateful to have a wife like you, Domenica." Suddenly, it felt like the air around us seemed to stop. I couldn't hear the sound of the burning woods from the fire in the fireplace, I couldn't even hear the air around me, I could hear the softly sounded choked breath formed out from Domenica. Her lips pulled slightly apart, her eyes stayed locked with mine.
"I wouldn't want to see you in this situation, you're thinking so hard on what to get me for our wedding anniversary. Love, shouldn't be acted in celebration. It should've been everyday, and I think it would've been enough." I took a sip of my wine and gulped down the rest of it.
"I won't put you in this kind of position, I would just have me, doing all of what you're doing right now." I continued, "Because I care for you. My love should be bigger and better, and I would want you to know that you deserve to have me as I do to you." The alcohol is just a nudge.
Domenica lets out a sigh then followed by a small laugh, "Jaxon, that was very sweet."
I frowned. A pang in my chest when I realized she registered my whole statement as a thought of mine, when I intended the opposite. I pursed my lips before I finally let her know,
"But, I mean it." She was about to take a sip from her glass but halted, Domenica turns her head to me, her expression seemed as if she just saw a ghost. I know I should've stopped right there and crack a joke, assuring her that I didn't mean what I said. I was just trying to have fun. But, I'm the type of person that became fully honest when under the influence, and now thanks to the alcohol.
I didn't stop, I resume, "I do care about you, Domenica." I said, "I don't think you should be hard on yourself about what to get him for your wedding anniversary."
"Why?"
"You're a smart woman, You know why." I stood up and walk towards the fireplace.
"No, I don't know Jaxon. Tell me, why?" I turned to look at her to find her copied my actions as she sets down her glass on the coffee table.
"You know why," I mumbled.
"No, tell me why?!" Her voice went up.
"HE'S NOT A GOOD HUSBAND FOR YOU!" I snapped, I noticed she flinched a little.
"He's not a good husband, and he doesn't know how to love you and care for you!" I added as I walk towards her. My voice tremble, "I.. I care for you, Domenica. And I know, you've been having this feeling in your guts about him and I'm here to tell you that's it's true!"
Her eyes aren't set on mine, her eyebrows scrunched together, her lips apart a little. From the way her face draws into a frown, I am assured that she is not confused. Her thoughts were validated from my answer, Her gut was right.
"I'm sorry that you have to find out from your gardener's son, but... I mean it. He doesn't care about you nor does he know how to care for you. But, I do, Domenica."
She then looks at me, a whole different expression is displayed on her face that I couldn't tell what is it she's feeling right now. She took a step closer, almost closing the gap between us before she spoke,
"What makes you think a young boy like you could care for a woman like me?" The tone in her voice seemed challenging, and a bit bitter. My heart dropped. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat before I took a step back looking down to the ground.
Something snapped in me, something that I wish I was aware that I was capable with this potential in me. A sinister chuckle I let out, "Are you seriously..?" She stands on her ground, her eyes still on mine. I took a step forward, a small smirk tugged on my face.
"We all know you danced those fingers inside your virgin cunt to the thought of me because your husband's couldn't even hit it, with your blinds open at 1 in the afternoon while I'm lifting woods to build your little husband's gazebo with my shirt off, my sweaty body, you wish it was against yours." My face gets closer and closer towards her, until our lips almost touched. I let my lips ghost against her, my confidence starting to deteriorate when her eyes looks down to the ground with her eyebrows pulled together. Though, I keep staring at her lips, Oh god, I really wanted to kiss those plump and glossy red lips.
Her eyes looks up from my lips to mine, she inch closer and closer and I felt like this is the moment that she's about to finally close the gap, until she spoke,
"Get out of my house."