A Betrayal Story: Dissolution

“Ronnie please stop calling me. Sign the papers and go find you a husband. I wish you nothing but the best,” Stephanie states simply into her phone.

After being introduced to the sex club Stephanie thought her marriage would be headed toward greatness. Sure she and her husband frequent a club where he could watch other people have sex with his wife, but their marriage, their rules. They were bonding again and that had been all that mattered.

For the years that followed their initial time at the club they went to family and work functions as the model couple. A man who could provide completely and his trophy wife. Family functions that found Uncle Roger staring at them with both envy and hate. During those years they were back in the newlywed stage that she and Roger almost ruined.

Then she watched her husband nut into another man harder than he ever did with her. She actually could think of the number of times he had nutted with her on one hand. Seeing something like that brought a lot of things into light.

It took days to fully wrap her head around it. She began to tip toe around him not knowing what to say and also still being grateful herself for his forgiveness. But as the days went on she knew she couldn’t stay with him. That their marriage was and has always been a sham.

“Stephanie we need to talk about this,” he demands pulling her from her thoughts like he had any position to call shots from.

“No, Ronnie we don’t,” She seriously didn’t know what there could be to talk about. Their marriage would never work because he would never prefer her. It’s not something she could be mad about, she accepted it and he should also. But her preference is to not sleep with men who slept with other men, especially if that man wanted to just use her to pretend like he didn’t like men.

“So are you just going to divorce me and take all of my stuff,” Ronnie questions pulling her from the not so far past.

“Yes, well no. I am not taking all of your stuff.” Just the things she would need in the time it would take to get back to plan A, Brian. At this point she knows Brian is for her and not Kennedy for sure, Ronnie has shown her that much. Those years after he forgave her for Uncle Roger, Brian hadn’t been a thought. Now he is all she can think about. Learning that her husband isn’t the husband God intended she became intensely convinced that Brian is.

Ronnie could actually come and get anything he wanted out of the house, she just wanted the house itself. The house and a few dollars in her account wouldn’t hurt anything.

“I don’t understand,” he continues, getting more frustrated. “What’s the big deal? You were fine having sex with other men behind my back but open and honest brings a problem.”

“Jesus Ronnie. Open and honest? When were you ever honest about your need to have sex with men?” She gave him a beat to respond and when he didn’t she continued, “And just in case we are not clear, you wanted to use me for a beard without discussing it with me Mr. Open and Honest.”

“A beard? A beard? What do I need a beard for?”

“What does every man who doesn’t want to deal with his sexuality need a beard for?”

“I’m not gay,” he demands.

“Ronnie calm down. You need to acknowledge that you are. You nutted in the man harder than you ever nutted in me. Also your dick didn’t even get hard until we were in the room with his naked ass,” she could hear his heart attack building through the phone, but what about hers. Did he care that she hurt too?

“Don’t call me gay and tell me to calm down,” he scolds.

“Ronnie you were having much more fun with that man than you have ever had with me. And its okay, embrace who you are. And don’t sneak him into anymore bedrooms,” she encourages. She didn’t understand denial. We all like what we like, just go with it. If she had to admit it, she liked where the women in the club he had taken her, the things they had done to her. And she wouldn’t mind venturing to that land again. But she definitely didn’t need someone of the same sex in her life to get off as her husband obviously does. Men would always be her preference and now if they wanted to throw a woman in she may be good with that.

“You know what, I am just going to call you later.”

“No need. Our lawyers are talking,” she states before hanging up on him.

All he could do at this point is take the time to sign the papers. Give her her one point five million dollars with the house and they could be done.

Sure their prenup states that she shouldn’t get this that and the other but those rules don’t apply under these circumstances. Under the present circumstances she would get everything she wanted or she would embarrass his entire family with stories of orgies and Uncle Roger.

There has been absolutely no one else who fits a better description of who her husband should be than Brian. And she knew she had to rethink her strategy to get him home with her.

“Hello Kennedy,” she speaks into the phone.

“Hi. Stephanie,” Kennedy stammers a little confused at the voice on the other end.

Stephanie knew she would be surprised to hear from her after their last encounter.

“Yes,” she assures her as if she hadn’t declared her love for this woman’s man in their last encounter. “I know this is a bit awkward after our last meeting. I would like a moment to apologize if I may?”

For a moment the phone goes silent. Yet Stephanie could tell that her frenemy still held the line.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I am asking too much,” Stephanie continues starting to sniffle knowing Kennedy’s weaknesses. “I just really don’t have anyone else to talk to and who better than the one I owe an apology.”

Stephanie played the cards she knew she had been dealt. Kennedy would always be a sucker for helping someone, anyone. Even the woman who so blatantly declared her love for Kennedy’s man.

“Okay Stephanie, what do you want?”

“Could we meet for dinner or lunch maybe? I really think this apology needs to be given in person, as the disrespect had been,” Stephanie needed her to fall for the oh too real tears that would be falling from her eyes. Kennedy not only needed to not only forgive and feel empathy for Stephanie but welcome her as a new friend.

“Okay Stephanie, why not,” Kennedy answers not sure why she is agreeing. The woman has never been genuinely nice to her. Their last couple of encounters hadn’t been anywhere near good even though they were well intentioned gatherings. But that was years ago and people do change so she couldn’t leave her in tears.

“Oh thank you,” Stephanie cries with true excitement. She knew before long she would be re-married only this time to the man of her dreams. A man who she knew without a doubt loves pussy. “Would tomorrow be too soon?”

“Not at all. Let me know when and where,” Kennedy answers a little more at ease with the conversation.

“Let’s do brunch, Gamlin Whiskey House?”

“Sounds good, meet you at 10?”

“Can’t wait,” Stephanie states before hanging up. And she couldn’t.

This time instead of rushing in head first hoping to grab Brian on sight like she had done three years ago, she would ease in. Take things slow. Help both Kennedy and Brian transition to new separate relationships smoothly.

The next morning taking advantage of the sunshine and breaking weather, Stephanie sits on the patio at Gamblin. She had made sure to have red puffy teary eyes. No makeup and nothing near dressed up which all gave Kennedy the shock Stephanie had been going for.

“Stephanie how are you,” Kennedy asked softly giving an unexpected hug. A hug that confirmed everything Stephanie knew about Kennedy’s empathy level. She knew that this would be like taking candy from a baby. Before Kennedy could properly understand what was going on Brian would have a wife that wouldn’t be her.

“Kennedy, hi, I’m okay,” she told her allowing her to hug her before having a seat.

Taking a seat across from Stephanie, Kennedy sat her purse in the empty seat next to her and placed her cellphone faced down on the table where Stephanie sat hers right next to it.

“No sweetie you are not. What’s wrong,” Kennedy questions her with genuine concern.

“Oh everything,” Stephanie lets out beginning to cry on cue.

The waiter comes over right as Kennedy reaches to hand her brunch companion a tissue.

“We will each have a mimosa,” Kennedy tells her. “And a minute to order,” she adds.

The waitress nods her understanding before going on about her job.

“Stephanie what is it,” Kennedy asks again. In all the years she had known the woman she had never seen her down or crying over anything. Maybe ten minutes after a break up with one of her many boyfriends but that is all she had for that.

“It’s Ronnie,” Stephanie starts between tears.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I’m not sure,” Stephanie answers finally looking up again, for affect. “We are getting a divorce.”

“What,” Kennedy yelps sitting back. Then calmer she adds, “Honey no.”

“He doesn’t love me any more,” she cries truly hurt that her man chose a man over her. Then to tug harder at Kennedy’s heartstrings she adds, “He is in love with someone else.”

“Stephanie no. Are you sure,” Kennedy questions trying to hold her own tears.

“Yes, he told me a few weeks ago.” Actually he showed her but what’s the difference.

“Stephanie, I am so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault, unless you are who is in love with my husband,” she states with a small laugh.

“Of course not,” Kennedy didn’t understand how the woman could make a joke about something so fresh and hurtful. But she did understand that grieving hit everyone different.

“I know,” Stephanie counters wiping her faux tears. “But I am the one that’s sorry. I don’t know what came over me that day in the restaurant. Don’t know if it was some type of fear from being newly married or what. I do know that at that time Ronnie had been spending a lot of time on business trips,” she ends with air quotes.

“Oh Stephanie you should have been honest with us a long time ago.”

“I know. And I guess going through a divorce has shown me the number of people in my life who actually care about me. You have always cared and I am sorry I took advantage.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just worry about you now,” Kennedy offers.

“Thank you. And thank you for meeting me out this definitely feels better than being home alone,” this time Stephanie cried real tears for who her husband is. She cried for who he wanted her to be how he wanted her to diminish her dreams of a husband to brighten his with a beard.

“I couldn’t imagine,” Kennedy speaks truthfully thinking of her relationship with Brian, thinking about the many conversations they have been having about marriage. “I am glad that you are comfortable enough to call me now.”

“And I am glad you accepted the call and apology,” Stephanie returns drying up her perfectly cried tears before the girls enjoy their brunch and early day drinks.

Stephanie didn’t dare tell her lunch companion that her husband loved another man more than he loved her. Didn’t tell her that Ronnie wanted her to continue being his wife for his family while continuing to travel with his boyfriend.

After brunch the ladies agree on getting together again, possibly for shopping or yoga but Stephanie had already gotten what she needed out of this meeting. And she left proud of the fact that she hadn’t brought up Brian, leaving no room for awkward misunderstandings. Kennedy had to have felt a level of comfort to let her guard down, to leave her phone available for cloning. Stephanie left with a plan in motion, everything going accordingly.

Kennedy on the other hand went home with genuine sorrow and concern for Stephanie. She wouldn’t wish the situation as told to her on anyone. She thought they looked happy in their wedding photos and that Ronnie presented that same happiness when she attended their engagement party.

“You seriously went to brunch with her,” Brian questions as soon as Kennedy re-enters their home.

“Yes Brian. You should have seen her. She is really hurt.”

“Sure she is,” he laughs.

“What does that mean,” Kennedy questions getting upset that Brian didn’t trust her judgement.

“Kennedy, sweetheart. The woman went off on us in a crowded restaurant the last time we saw her. And do you not remember her response to us as a couple at her engagement party. Not to mention the fact that neither of us has heard from her in years before now, just like when that out of the blue invitation showed up.”

Of course Brian is making remarkable points. Stephanie had only been her friend throughout college trying to get to Brian. She had only invited her to her engagement party to show she had found a husband. But Brian hadn’t just seen Stephanie. He hadn’t sat down and heard her apology like Kennedy had.

“Brian, look. I understand you don’t trust her. I understand that maybe I shouldn’t trust her. But this isn’t about trust. She’s in a bad place and she needs a friend. I can’t just abandon her like that, its not who I am.”

“I know that,” he breathes deeply stepping to her. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you. Its also the reason why people think they can get over on you and when I say people I mean Stephanie. If she was a good person she would have friends. But just don’t be alone with her too much.”

“Okay,” Kennedy tells him with a dismissive giggle.

“Can I say something else,” he asks cautiously.

“Anything.”

“She’s not Penelope,” he tells her with empathy. “I know you miss her. I know you and Jasmine wanted to help her. But please remember Stephanie isn’t her and Stephanie may not deserve your help the same as Nell,” he states before kissing her forehead and leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Why did he have to put Penelope in this, Kennedy questions. She has nothing to do with this. Of course Kennedy missed her but she wasn’t trying to find a replacement. Was she?

Across town Stephanie is marveling in the perfect brunch she had with Kennedy. Everything had gone according to plan. Stephanie now has real time mirror to Kennedy’s life. She could see anyone texting her new friend, who she was texting as well as phone calls and locations.

Over the next few days Stephanie spied text messages between the couple as well as Kennedy and her friends. She read as Brian sent compliments or requested Kennedy’s presence at his side for one event or another. She read as he sent nasty and sexy things to his woman. She read so much that she developed an appreciation for it, began to imagine the messages were actually meant for her.

Then one night she decides to follow the GPS to the address that Kennedy rested at every night. Turning off her headlights Stephanie pulls into the circular driveway of the most spectacular mansion she has ever seen. Resembling something off a  reality show she knew it was somewhere she was meant to live. Further confirmation that Brian would be her husband.

Sneaking closer she crept towards the side of the house, careful not to ruin the flowers, attempting to get closer to a window. She desperately wanted to take a peak inside her future home.

Stephanie noticed the elegance and quietness of the neighborhood with a security car patrolling the lay out. Luckily for her she had the thought to dress in all black clothes to not be seen.

Through the window she could see a kitchen fit for a staff. She knows neither Brian or Kennedy would hire a staff to cook for them daily.  But she also knows that when he is her husband she will be able to talk him into anything.

A little farther over she got a glimpse of a wooden lattice and decided to test her weight on it. Making it to the top she breathes a winded sigh of relief. Keeping her balance she climbs over to a window that looks down a long hall way. From there she could see at least one of what she knew to be many bathrooms. She could also see a grand stair case that led back downstairs.

Peaking around corners and through windows only satisfied so much of Stephanie’s curiosity. She really wanted to get in side. Moving higher up the roof she found another window. A window to her surprise that had a small opening. Lifting it higher then quietly climbing through before silently dropping to the carpeted floor.

Sitting there for a moment she marveled at how deep and soft the carpet felt, she couldn’t wait to sink her toes into it every morning. Standing she takes slow steps realizing what she had dropped into must have been a guest bedroom. A beautiful room, larger than her own bedroom with blue walls and a king size bed. There wasn’t a head board but an oversized mirror sat above with plenty of pillows filling the space between. Decorative pillows that match the soft steel grey blanket against white sheets. The dressers and armoire were all made of mirror and a fire place sat unlit across from the bed.

Making her way out the doorway under dim lighting she could see more of what would be her home and she couldn’t wait. Traveling down the long hall she runs her hand along the beautifully glossed wood of the banister that led to the large stair case that led to the foyer. She smiles at the future that she will have before her happiness is interrupted. She assumes it coming from a television left on and went toward the sound. But as she got closer she realizes it’s something else. It’s the sound of a couple enjoying each other. The sound a woman makes when her man wakes her up for a session.

Stephanie hated the thought but she also became intrigued about possibly seeing Brian in action. It must have been her lucky day as she found their bedroom door open giving her the option to watch them. She couldn’t see clearly but she couldn’t go closer without them noticing so she just watched from a distanced. She isn’t sure how long she stood before she heard Kennedy orgasm, heard Brian encouraging her before he himself let lose.

Horny and now more determined Stephanie climbs back out the way she climbed in. She drove home with nothing but the plan to get Brian alone with his dick in her mouth. She knows that she is a different woman from the girl he had a one night stand with in college, as he described it to Kennedy. Even though Stephanie knew it had been more. And she is nothing but ready to prove it to him.

***

“Hey Stephanie! How are you doing,” Kennedy spoke into the phone between patients.

“Good. How about you,” Stephanie returns with the same enthusiasm with just a little less .

“I’m good,” she offers still giddy off her night with Brian. She couldn’t even believe she awoke with the energy she has but that is what love does for you.

“Well I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” unless it’s you humping on my man again Stephanie wants to add.

“No just waiting for one of our medical assistants to finish setting up a patient. What you got going on?”

“I know we haven’t talked but I wanted to see if you had time for lunch today. My treat,” she adds.

“Oh I would love to. But I can treat myself,” Kennedy told her not wanting to take from the woman currently going through a divorce.

“I want to. I know I haven’t been the easiest person to like but I appreciate you listening to me.”

“Anytime. Right now my patient is waiting. We usually close for lunch between twelve and one thirty, text me where you want to meet.”

“Ok great. See you later.”

Smiling Kennedy hangs up the phone. Stephanie sure sounded better and Kennedy is happy for her.

After she finished with the patient she went to find Brian. They usually had lunch together but never had a problem when the other ventured off else where.

“Hey, just want to let you know I’m heading out for lunch with Stephanie.”

“Ooh here we go again,” he jokes rolling his eyes.

“Don’t be like that,” Kennedy states poking him in his side.

Tickled he told her, “Just remember what I told you. Be careful with her.”

“Well one good thing she hasn’t inquired about as of yet is you.”

“Let me know if that is still the case after lunch and I might let up.”

“I will do that,” she tells him before kissing his lips and going off to her next patient.

Kennedy and Stephanie meet in the Central West End at Drunken Fish for lunch. Kennedy orders an alcohol free Mr. Myogi and Stephanie orders a regular one. Over Philadelphia cheesesteak rolls, tempura shrimp, wings and sticky fries Stephanie fills Kennedy in on the last couple of weeks. Ronnie still wouldn’t stop calling her begging to have his cake and eat it too.

“I just don’t get it. Like what gives him the audacity to think he can have both of us.”

“Well you know the fiasco I went through with his uncle, it may run in the family.”

“No,” Stephanie admits. “I knew there was some awkwardness there but didn’t know the details,” she states truthfully.

Embarrassed that she had even mentioned it Kennedy gives Stephanie the low down of that low down situation she got involved in before Brian confessed his love for her. She told Stephanie how her soon to be ex uncle in law didn’t want to let go and how he even went as far as threatening her. Stephanie listened never thinking to tell her own indiscretions with Uncle Roger. She again didn’t need anything blowing back on her divorce settlement. She did notice the similarities in him not wanting to letting Kennedy go to him refusing to let her go.

“So they really are family,” Stephanie jokes, glad to have this piece of information about the angelic Kennedy. As the girls continue laughing Stephanie takes the opportunity to knock over Kennedy’s bluish green drink. Knocking it all over the good doctors pale pink skirt.

“Oh my God I am so sorry,” she pleads.

“It’s okay,” Kennedy responds wiping at herself with a napkin.

“It has just been so long since I have laughed like this.”

“It’s okay let me just run to the bathroom to put some water on it,” Kennedy tells her already knowing the skirt’s ruined.

“Sure. You want me to order you another one?”

“Nah, its almost time for me to get back to the clinic,” she states scurrying off.

No sooner than Kennedy disappears from sight had Stephanie found herself in the woman’s purse searching for her keys. And lucky for Stephanie, Kennedy kept her clinic and homes keys separate. With the kit she bought online she could make copies of up to five keys, Kennedy only had three possible house keys on her ring. Quickly making an impression of each with the clay like substance the company sent her Stephanie got the keys back in Kennedy’s purse before her new friend made it back from the restroom.

Getting back to the table Kennedy insist, “Thank you again Stephanie, I have to get going. Please let’s do this again sometime I had so much fun.”

“So did I. I will settle up the bill enjoy the rest of your day,” and with that the ladies hug and Kennedy goes back to work as Stephanie gets to work. She took the key impressions and made real keys at a kiosk inside a hardware store. This way she could go into her new home whenever she felt like it.

“Hey babe, how was your lunch,” Brian asks as soon as Kennedy returns.

“Perfect. But I gotta go change my skirt.”

Brian follows Kennedy into her office seeing as they still had fifteen minutes before the doors reopened.

“You really are enjoying hanging out with that wack job, huh?”

“That’s not nice,” Kennedy states with a slight giggle. “And yes I am. And no she did not bring you up. Again,” she tells him sticking out her tongue.

***

“So that’s all our marriage was to you a pay check? A means to an end,” Ronnie questions his wife. If she hadn’t changed the locks and the garage opener they would be having this conversation face to face.

“Of course not. My willingness to have threesomes and orgies for your affection should be an indication that your money was never the factor. I let another woman touch my body in a way that I have never let another woman touch my body. But I will not sit around waiting for you to one day enjoy me like you enjoyed that man.”

“Oh here you go again. Like you are some saint. Let’s not forget that I caught you bent over by my uncle.”

“Your uncle is a sadistic piece of shit,” she told him remembering what Kennedy had told her. “And the difference is I had been remorseful for being with him. I didn’t ask you to accept that I wanted to sleep with both of you. I could orgasm with you alone if you were ever into it with me,” she argues.

“I really think you should just open the door so we can talk.”

“I really think you should just go to hell.”

“If all you want is money why can’t we just work something out.”

“That’s not all I want,” she responds with a frantic yell. “I want a husband who wants only me. I want a husband who can stand to be inside of me, who wants to lose himself inside of me. I deserve a husband who text me sweet and sexy things,” she continues thinking of the text messages she has seen Brian send Kennedy. “I want a husband who doesn’t lie to me about who he is are tries to diminish who I am to make himself feel like a man. The money is just a payout for the lies, bullshit and sham you have taken me through,” she states hanging up and blocking his number. He needs to talk to his lawyer, her lawyer, his pastor, anyone but her. She has things to do.

***

“So you really be meeting this chick for lunch,” Jasmine questions Kennedy.

“Yes,” Kennedy answers simply.

“Didn’t you learn anything from that fiasco with Nell,” Chrissette questions with her nose turned up. Not that she is still angry at Penelope but she also isn’t over it. The situation definitely left her a bit gun shy when it comes to making new friends. But at least Penelope had the decency to try to be someone else. At least it took one break for her to realize she needed real fixing and to go in search of it. Stephanie has just always been conniving without remorse, maybe she needed a bump on the head. Nothing to the extent of what Sean had done to Penelope but definitely a good pop.

“That’s not fair, that’s not the same,” Jasmine argues confused as to whose side Chrissette is on. She didn’t like how she compared the women. Their friend Penelope had been genuinely broken, Stephanie is just Stephanie.

“Look,” Kennedy interrupts getting their minds back on the conversation at hand. “I really just think she needs a friend, maybe a couple of friends,” she insinuates.

“Yeah, I am sure she doesn’t have any friends,” Chrissette throws in slyly.

“No she doesn’t. And that is why I can’t turn her away. What harm can a couple of lunches and dinners do,” she asked her friends.

“Lots,” Chrissette states but didn’t push. She had something else to put on the table. “They are releasing Sean from prison.”

“What,” both Kennedy and Jasmine shout in unison.

“Yeah that ADA Melody Jenkins had agreed to let me know when he would be released. And here we are three years later.”

“That’s it? He could have killed Nell,” Kennedy states near tears.

“Some shit about good behavior,” Chrissette adds.

“What the fuck about the behavior that put him there in the first place,” Jasmine questions.

“I don’t know. But Penelope isn’t around for him to harm. I have a gun in my purse. And I am at peace if I have to kill him.”

***

While Kennedy sat trying to convince her friends that the girl who pretended to be her friend through college in an attempt to get Brian needed her as a friend now, that friend, Stephanie, drove to take a look at what she considered to be her future home. As Brian worked out at the gym with a friend, Stephanie used the key she had made from her lunch with Kennedy to enter what would become her new haven. Walking through the large front door she marvels at the chandelier’s gold fixture and hanging crystals swinging from the ceiling. Sitting under it is a large glass table with a glass vase full of star gazer lilies sending a light fragrance throughout the entrance.

Ever since her marriage exploded the internet has become her best friend. No longer having a husband put her back on track for her true soulmate. From the internet she learned how to mirror a phone, copy a key and momentarily disable security systems or the cell towers the security systems worked from.

To her left she steps up into a sitting room that has a separate front door she hadn’t noticed and wasn’t sure if the key worked for both but overjoyed it worked in the door she tried. Taking in the décor she had to remember she wasn’t there to get used to the furniture. She had to do what she came to do.

Taking the stairs two at a time she heads in the direction of the window she climbed in on her last visit. Heading to the room where she had caught Brian and Kennedy making love through the shadows the last time she stopped by she noticed another guest room and bathroom or two. Arriving in the lovemaking bedroom she places a small camera right above the door to view the entire room. She needed more than to just know where Kennedy would be, she needed to see more of Brian.

When she finished positioning the camera she pulled out her list of things Brian would need while they were away figuring out their new life. Inside of the oversized bedroom she finds the walk in closet that held the couples wardrobe. Nicely separated in a  his and her manner, the room itself larger than any of their college dorm rooms. She couldn’t wait until her clothes were lining the her side, it is possibly the only room she wouldn’t change any furnishing. The beautiful white shelves, white marble vanity and pink fur bench all could stay.

Grabbing a couple of Brian’s suits, shirts, underwear and socks Stephanie hopped back out to her car locking the door behind her as if she lived there. Putting the things in her car she begins to make a mental list of the things she would need to purchase. Things that she didn’t take from the house ran through her mind, toothbrush, cologne and other hygienic items.

At home Stephanie begins to pack up Ronnie’s things. Ronnie thought she was being cold but he needed to understand that their forgiveness came at different prices. It had been easy for her to not sleep with his uncle again. But she couldn’t have a husband who couldn’t have sex with her without seeing other men having sex with her or having sex with those men himself. She didn’t want to live like that.

Near tears she threw everything of her husband’s into various bags and boxes. It hurt knowing her husband couldn’t love her but it also began to hurt a little knowing what she has to do to get her true husband home. She replaced Ronnie’s clothes with the few suits she had taken for Brian. In the bathroom she threw Ronnie’s toothbrush away and replaced it with a new one she had stopped and bought for Brian.

Brian’s house is much bigger and would be their home once they are married. But Stephanie understood that Kennedy would need time to find a home. She didn’t understand why she sold the one she had but she did know she would have to get another one. Smiling at the new additions to her bedroom she went to her kitchen to grab a glass of wine and check Kennedy’s location. When she saw that she was still out at the restaurant with her friends she checked their new bedroom camera on her laptop.

Laying across her bed she watched as Brian undressed in the closet he shared with Kennedy. She could see him take his dirty gym clothes somewhere but not exactly where with her limited view. Then she watched as he walked his beautifully sculpted body out of the closet and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower but only stepped in when steam began to form. After he stepped into the glass shower the steam limited her view of him. With her imagination she began to touch herself, began to see herself in the steaming shower with him. Her back pressed against the warming glass, his lips on her neck, hand between her thighs.

Just as she finishes her orgasm her phone rings with a number she didn’t recognize flashing across the screen. Silencing it she returns to watching her second husband on her laptop screen. Seconds later a voice message comes through from the unknown number that she did not check.

She knew it was Ronnie calling from a number she hadn’t blocked. Too bad he didn’t lay good dick with the way she has been feeling he could have gotten in. It’s how uncle Roger got inside each time.

***

Over the next few weeks Stephanie didn’t contact Kennedy, but she did keep an eye on her location. Stephanie also kept an eye on the bedroom Kennedy shared with Brian. Having some of Brian’s clothes in her closet made her feel closer to him however she needed to get him next to her. She needed to be in the same bed as him, it doesn’t matter which one his or hers. She and Brian have been doing this dance between them for far too long and Stephanie for one is sick of it.

Then there came Ronnie who tricked her into believing he could actually replace Brian. Ronnie’s family money isn’t as long as Brian’s however it is much longer than Stephanie’s. Ronnie couldn’t sex her the way she envisioned Brian had but he loved her the way Brian hadn’t so at first it made up for the sex.

After a couple of weeks of no contact with Kennedy, Stephanie began to put her plans into place. Utilizing the internet once again Stephanie ordered all of the things she would need to get Brian home, along with all of the things they would need for their rendezvous.

She had also in those few weeks managed to not be harassed by Ronnie or his uncle. Ronnie had signed the papers and things were being finalized giving her no reason to have to wait any longer for her happiness. Ronnie had held her up long enough, had waisted her time, her dream wedding and her energy on the wrong man and this time she would get it right. This time she would be in complete control of who her husband is. No eighty twenty percent man just straight one hundred in all areas.

Three weeks later…

Brian came home from the gym while Kennedy sat at a restaurant having dinner with her friends as she had done often while he worked out at the gym. She didn’t understand why he went since they had an immaculate home gym, then again Brian has always peopled better than Kennedy. Dinner with her friends had just started moving to a new normalcy since Penelope had left. Awkwardness fading, Kennedy and Jasmine questioned Chrissette a lot less now on how she’s doing and making sure nothing had surfaced to upset her since the last time they talked.

Brian knew that the Penelope situation had been hard for Kennedy and her friends. Which is why he had put off what he wanted this night to be for so long. He prayed that the night would go smoothly with the evening he had planned. For months now there has been a ring burning a hole in his pocket. Over wine and sweets Brian wants to broach the subject of marriage before making a fool of himself on one knee.

Brian had been moving about their home thinking of nothing but Kennedy and the night he had planned. He would set up downstairs with ice cream, cookies, waffle bowls, strawberries, chocolate and wine along with candles and the flowers that should be delivered soon. Preparing to shower he hears movement downstairs.

“Oh don’t be home now,” he whispers to himself, throwing his shorts back on he heads out of their bedroom to go and check. He didn’t hear Kennedy come in or her car pull up. As he goes toward the noise all is quiet and he thinks it could have come from outside until he reaches the landing of the stairs where he unexpectedly finds Stephanie.

“What the…,” before he could finish his thought Stephanie has covered his face. The chloroform knocks him out before he can attempt to knock her hand away, but it had worked just as she planned. Knowing him to be bigger than her Stephanie had doused the handkerchief with more chloroform than the internet instructed. His shock aided in her success.

Before he blacked out he felt her keep him from hitting the floor as she whispered, “sorry.”

Even after he had blacked out she handled him with care, continuing to let him know she is there for him, “I got you baby.”

Lowering him gently to the ground she quickly sprinted out to the van she had rented, to grab the also rented flat bed. After a bit of struggle she got Brian onto the flat bed and strapped him on. Before she stepped out she placed the clothe over his nose and mouth one more time.

“Don’t need you waking before the surprise,” she whispers to him. Once again she disables the security cell tower connection then wheeled the flat bed to the van with a bit of struggle. She worried the security would be ready for his next round before she got in and pulled off. Once she made it to the van hot and sweaty the van lifted the flat bed up for her. She pulled the flat bed further into the van before closing the side door and hopping into the front seat.

***

“Brian,” Kennedy sings out. She had arrived home as instructed without having dessert as Brian insisted. Climbing the stairs she listens for the shower or movement from some part of their home but she hears nothing. His car is in the garage next to hers, there are clothes in the bathroom like he was preparing to get out of him gym clothes. But no Brian.

“Where is he,” she asked out loud to no one in particular. In their walk in closet she pulls her cell out of her bag so she can call him. Sitting and pulling off her shoes she hears his phone going off. Barefoot she rushes out to their bedroom to see his phone lighting up from the bed. Now she’s worried.

“Jasmine,” she said soon as her friend answered. “I can’t find Brian,” she blurts out before she starts crying.

Across town Stephanie has gotten Brian up to her bedroom, a rocky venture making it up the steps, but she knew he would be okay. She secured him to a chair in her bedroom knowing that he would need a minute for clarity. She skipped down to her kitchen for a glass of wine happy to be done with the hard part.

Above her Brian wakes from his slumber with a pounding headache. Strapped to a chair it takes his vision a minute to adjust after being sleep for so long. A fire is crackling in front of him suspending a warm light on a room that is foreign to him. It wasn’t his home.

Moving against the restraints around his arms and feet he hears movement beneath him. Brian’s heartbeat sped up as he tried to remember how he got here. Just as she stepped into the room he remembered seeing her in his home.

“Goody you’re woke,” she claps and dances. “I was getting a little scared thinking I had given you too much chloroform.”

His eyes buck at her words. Chloroform? Did she think they were in a movie? That could have killed him.

“Calm down,” she insists watching him squirm in his seat. This is exactly why she tied him to it. “I’m sorry about the panties in your mouth but I need to talk first. You need to hear me out so we can stop this game. Ok?”

She gives it a beat then continues, “Ok. I got you a few things for your hygiene so don’t worry about that. You will be fine until the Kennedy situation is worked out. And I am sure she will be fine and over you in a few months. I mean you and I already know that we are meant to be together, now Kennedy just needs to get use to it.”

Stephanie rambled on and on taking a sip of her wine here and there. Smiling at Brian, happy that everything was working out perfectly. Brian sat with his mind going a thousand miles a minute. He didn’t want Kennedy to get over him. He wanted to get home to her and put that ring on her finger tonight, no need for a conversation. He would get on his knees as many times as needed, he just wanted to get home.

What did Stephanie mean about them being meant to be together? He knew she meant Kennedy no good. Sitting tied to that chair, listening to her rant about feelings he didn’t share, he regretted more and more ever putting his dick in her mouth. How she took that evening were she sucked off every penis in the room and turned it to love is beyond him.

Thoughts are coming at him a mile a minute until something wizzes by him stopping Stephanie’s rant in its track. In what felt like slow motion Brian watched as her body and wine glass dropped to the floor.

Stunned Brian stares at a lifeless Stephanie as she lay on the floor blood dripping from her forehead eyes opened on him. Turning to his left he sees a small hole in the window. Fear that he could be next caused Brian to struggle feverishly with the restraints on his arms until he heard sirens. By the time the police found him he was gushing sweat from trying to get loose, and close to falling unconscious again.