"Bizzy do you want to fly to Paris on Thursday or Friday?" Susan called to Bizzy from the bedroom. Bizzy was dressing for a dinner party and Susan was using the opportunity to finalize next month's schedule.
Bizzy's bedroom was expansive. When Susan had first moved to the estate, Bizzy's bedroom was sexy and sensual. That was nearly 9 years ago. A month ago Bizzy had completely transformed it into a bright airy sanctuary. The walls were a gray blue and every piece of linen was white. Susan loved how calm it made her.
"Friday," Bizzy said. She stepped out of her dressing room clasping her earrings. "You will follow the next week. Make sure you book the house in the South of France for then. I want to leave after the last show that Friday. Will you help me with this?" She handed Susan an emerald pendant. It was a simple necklace, but it was Bizzy's favorite because Susan had given it to her for her 45th birthday.
After she attached the clasp, Susan kissed the back of the redhead's neck. "You look beautiful." Bizzy turned around pulling Susan close to her.
"I missed you when you were away. Two weeks was too long." For a moment Susan saw a glimpse of sadness that was quickly covered by a smile. Bizzy brushed the brunette's hair out of her face. She ran her hands down the front of Susan body. "You feel good."
"Bizzy we can't; you are about to go to a party." Susan moaned. How could Bizzy's touch still make her come apart? "Bizzy you can't get me all worked up then leave." Susan grabbed Bizzy's wrist and stepped away.
Bizzy licked her lips. Susan placed a chair in front of her and Bizzy. The move made Bizzy laugh out loud. "OK. I'll be good. What are you doing tonight?"
"Meeting Elise and Edward in the city for dinner; its Edwards birthday."
"Sounds fun. I guess that woman is going to be there." Susan raised her eyebrow at Bizzy. "Don't look at me like that. You know who I am talking about. Sandra. That tramp pranced around my pool last month in a string bikini. Giggling at every single word out of your mouth."
Susan couldn't help but laugh. Bizzy couldn't be jealous. "Are you serious? She's not really my type." Susan said.
Before Susan could say anything else the Captain walked in. "I'm sorry I'm late. I just need 5 minutes to dress," He walked into his closet.
Susan picked up her folder, "I'll see you tomorrow." She leaned in to give Bizzy a kiss and retreated.
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Bizzy walked into the carriage house, she heard the shower running. She opened the door to the bedroom figuring that she would wait for Susan there. She stood in the threshold looking down at a blonde in Susan's bed. Bizzy felt the tears beginning to form in her eyes.
'I will not make a scene.' She said to herself as she turned to leave. The front door opened and Susan walked inside.
"Hey," Susan smiled moving to kiss Bizzy.
"Don't touch me." Susan was shocked. There was anger in Bizzy's voice that Susan was not familiar with.
"Bizzy, whats wrong?" Susan moved to touch her arm.
"I said, don't touch me. You want to act like nothing has happened and that bitch is in your bed. Did you fuck her? Was it good?" Bizzy couldn't catch her breath. She had to get out of here. She couldn't do this.
"Bizzy," Susan said calmly. Placing herself between Bizzy and the door. "No, I didn't fuck her. Sandra and Elise were really drunk. I brought them back here so that I could keep an eye on them. I slept on the couch." Susan pointed the rumbled sheets on her couch.
This time when she moved to touch Bizzy, the redhead didn't pull away. "I love you. I haven't wanted anyone but you in a very long time. And like I said last night, she's not really my type."
"I'm sorry. I saw her and jumped to conclusions." She wiped the tears out of her eyes and gripped Susan's hand. "Please don't leave me," she said quietly.
Before Susan could answer Elise came out of the bathroom. "I have the hangover from hell. Did you find any food?" She looked from Susan to Bizzy. "Sorry, I thought you were talking to Sandra."
"I was just leaving." Bizzy got up and left the carriage house.
An hour later Susan put Elise and Sandra in a cab. She walked into the main house looking for Bizzy. "Joseph," she said as the butler passed. "Where is Mrs. Montgomery?"
"She's in the library." Susan headed in that direction.
She found Bizzy sitting at the desk writing. She assumed that she was writing correspondence. Susan stood there watching her for a while. In everything Bizzy did she had a grace. Susan walked into the library closing the door behind her.
"Are you going tell me what's wrong? Or are you going to keep having these little bouts of jealousy?"
"I'm not having bouts of jealousy." Bizzy didn't lift her head. It had taken her 30 minutes to stop crying. If she looked at Susan now she knew that the tears would come back.
"Well, yesterday you were upset by the fact that I was having dinner with 20 people and Sandra. Two of those people happen to be my best friends. And an hour ago you accused me of being unfaithful. So, if this is not jealousy tell me what it is."
"She was in your bed." Susan didn't answer she just waited. "It's a reasonable assumption that you had slept with a woman in your bed."
"Yes, I guess it would be a reasonable assumption, if I was your husband. But I am not; so, why would that be your first assumption."
"I don't like her."
"Then I will make sure her name never appears on any of your guest lists." Susan waited. "Do you think I am going to leave you?"
"I'm turning 50 in a few weeks."
"Ok. Well now that explains everything. You're turning 50 so it's time for me to leave. I already packed my bag in anticipation of the day." She and kneeled in front of Bizzy. "I am planning a party for your birthday. I know how old you are. It doesn't matter to me. It's never mattered to me."
"You're everything to me. Walking in your bedroom and seeing her there scared me. I need you Susan. And I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend that I give you as much as you give me." Bizzy took a breath. She had spent 3 days hiding this from Susan. "I'm not going to Paris for fashion week. I am going for treatment. I have breast cancer."