His Loss Is My Gain
March 15, 2010
She hurried quickly thru the parking garage to her car. Her vision blurred by the tears pouring down her cheeks. She thought it would be sweet to surprise him. Boy was she the one who was surprised! She knocked on his door only to find him, with his pants around his ankles, and Maryse, on her knees, doing what she does best. All he could manage was "baby, I didn't know you were gonna be here". No apology or explaination. Well, she didn't exactly give him a chance. The sight was too much to bear and she bolted the minute she could, running out of the arena to the parking garage.
She fumbled with her key, dropping them on the ground outside her car.
"Damn IT!" she cursed as she dropped down to pick them up her tears over coming her as she cried even harder.
"Are you okay?"
The inquiry came from somewhere above her. Looking up, her tear streaked face saw who it belong to. He stared down at with a look of concern and pity. His head tilting to the side in a questiong manner. Leaning down so he was eye level with her, he picked the keys up.
"Why don't you let me give you a ride," he said more than asked, "you don't look like you are in any condition to drive."
Normally, she would have told him to fuck off but she didn't have the energy nor did she want to since he seemed genuinely concerned for her.
Nodding she allowed him to lead her to his car, his hand lightly touching the small of her back.
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"The Hilton Garden."
"Well that just happens to be the same place I am staying, what a coindence."
He smiled at her as he pulled out of the garage. They drove mostly in silence with her leaning her head against the window, tears sliding quietly down her her face.
" If you don't mind me asking, why was a woman as pretty as you are crying in a parking garage?"
His question was met with a silence. Then a sniff. She turned her head to look at him. Her mascara streaked cheeks and puffy eyes looked up at him.
"Well, I found my boyfriend of 5 years getting his dick sucked by a Diva slut," she said in almost a whisper.
"Which one," he asked. His question was met with a slight glare.
"Maryse."
He made a silent O with his mouth.
"Sorry to hear that." After all what do you say when some throws that kinda thing at you.
They pulled into the parking lot and he ran around the side to open her door. Helping her out, he again placed his hand in the small of her back, guiding her into the lobby and to the elevator.
"It was very nice of you to drive me here, but I think I can manage from here," she said with what he assumed was a smile.
"No," he said not even looking at her but watching the floor numbers as they slowly ticked down to the L at the bottom, " I am going to make sure you make it to your and only when you are safely behind it will I then leave."
He looked over at her smiling and noticed her looking at him with a little smirk. The door to the elevator dinged and he nudged her slightly on the small of the back. She walked in and he followed.
"What floor are you on?"
"5th. # 517."
Pushing the 5 he leaned against the glass wall, whistling a song, seemingly lost in his own world. She watched him from the corner of her eye. He was very handsome. She had seen him around the arena when she had visited before and he always was very nice to her. And funny. He was very funny. His smile was sexy and body to die for but she would never take advantage afterall she was already spoken for.
He glanced down, he caught her looking at him. Smiling, he reached down and entwined his fingers in hers, she resisted slightly then relaxed her hand in his, letting him gently hold her hand and trace circles on her palm with his thumb.
The elevator dinged, and they exited he looked to see which direction they needed to go before turning left and heading down the endless hallway.
515. 516. 517. He stopped in front of the door.
" Well here we are," he said as he turned and looked at her. He had almost a sad look in his eyes.
"Where is your key?" He waited paitently as she dug in her bag for the thin piece of plastic. Her search suddenly became frantic. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him her eyes starting to tear.
"What? What's wrong hun?" He watched as the tears started to slid down her cheeks.
"My card key is in my car," she all but whispered, " I left it in the car at the arena."
She had been so upset she forgot she left it in the console of the car like always.