Theirs Was
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just borrowing them thanks. Please R&R
Theirs was not made of love but of lust. They did not share their hearts but their bodies. Their mutual friends were mutual colleagues. Theirs was not together; he had his home, his family and she had her house. Neither mixed. Never. Theirs were offices, hotel rooms, restaurant bathrooms or cloakrooms and, on one memorable occasion, an elevator.
He did not speak of his children and she did not speak of her family. They did not come together in times of trouble to talk it through but to sweat it out - especially when most of the time one was angry at the other.
She didn't expect late night phone calls that didn't end in satiated whispers. He looked forward to hearing her breathe hitch in passion as he imagined her head thrown back in wild abandon.
So when he saw her name on the Caller ID he loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and lay down on his office couch before he answered.
"Richard," her could hear her shallow breathing filling the long pause.
"My mom died."
In that instant it didn't matter what they were but what they had been; friends. Hearing her breath hitch as she tried to stifle her cries of despair instead of pleasure struck deep within him.
"I'll be right over."