Chapter Two

Audrey unlocked the door to her apartment and clicked the main hall light on. "I won't lie, I'll be glad to sleep on a proper mattress tonight," she giggled. "Not used to roughing it, eh," Jack said with a wink. He walked through and dropped the bags next to the couch. He sauntered up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you hungry sweetheart?" "Mmm, now you mention it," she replied kissing him on the lips. "Do you fancy pizza?" "Pizza sounds great." Jack kissed her and picked up the keys to the apartment. "I'll pick some up now." "Ok, but, don't be too long," she whispered nuzzling her nose against his. Jack kissed her again and hurried out the door shutting it behind him. She walked into the kitchen, flicked on the lights and screamed, "Paul, what the hell are you doing in my apartment. How did you get in here?" Paul sat sullenly at the kitchen table fiddling with his wedding ring. "Is that him, Audrey?" His voice was low and unsteady. "How did you get in here, Paul?" she snapped. "It doesn't matter. Is that him?" "Yes, it's Jack. Why are you here, Paul? You can't just break into my apartment like this, it's trespassing," she replied glassily. "I had to see for myself," he muttered. "See what?" "How long have you been seeing him?" "Paul, I…" "HOW LONG?" he roared bringing his fists down onto the table. "Around 6 months." "Do you love him?" "Paul, please don't do this." "DO YOU LOVE HIM?" "Yes, I love him," she replied softly. He leant forward and held his head in his hands "Dammit, Audrey, you're my wife!" "On paper, Paul, and that is all that it is. I stopped being your wife a long time ago," she brought her gaze down to meet his and folded her arms. "I'm sorry, Paul, I fell in love." "Oh, as if you had no choice?" Audrey sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "Please leave, Paul." "Is he a good fuck?" "Don't do this." "JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION," he roared. "Is he good?" "Yes." "Better than me?" "Different." "Different?" "Gentler." "What does that mean?" "You know what it means," she sighed. "Tell me!" "No," she cried. "I treat you like a whore?" "Sometimes." "Why do you think that is?" "Don't you dare speak to me like this," she spat. "Do you like fucking him? Does he make you come? Does he make you scream?" "We do everything that people who make love do, now just get out!" she screamed. "Do you like the taste of him?" "He tastes like you, only sweeter!" she yelled. "Thank you, thank you for your honesty, now rot in hell," he shouted jumping out of his seat launching the table over on it's side. Audrey backed into the kitchen counter, "Paul, you're scaring me."

"What are you doing here?" Jack roared marching into the kitchen and slamming him into the wall. "Audrey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" "I'm okay, Jack, he didn't hurt me," her voice quavered. Jack tightened his grip and pushed him harder into the wall, "I suggest you leave now before I really lose my temper. You seem to know a lot about me, I'm sure you're aware of what I'm capable of." Jack pushed him once more into the wall and let him drop to the floor. Paul stood up dusting off his jacket, "Ok, I'm leaving, but let me tell you one thing. She is my wife, Jack, and don't you forget that. She is MY wife." "GET OUT NOW," Jack roared. He placed a protective arm around Audrey and pulled her close, "Are you sure you're okay?" "I'm okay, Jack, I'm just so glad you're here," she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his neck.

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"GOD DAMN," Paul roared slamming his fists into the corridor wall. He slid down the wall and dropped to the floor in a heap, his head in his hands. His mind was swimming and he couldn't get the thought of Audrey in bed with that man out of his head. He sat there for a few moments, then wiped his face fiercely and got up striding down the corridor. He impatiently jabbed the 'call elevator' button and rocked backwards and forwards in exasperation. He threw his hands up in the air in annoyance and half walked/jogged to the stairs taking them 2 at a time. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of there and clear his head.

He swung the door open to the bar and stepped inside, his eyes squinting to adjust to the dingy light. He pulled a stool up to the bar and sat there his head in his hands. "Rough night?" The barmaid asked mopping the counter. "Something like that," he muttered. "What can I get you?" "Scotch. Make it a double. Thanks," he said sliding a note across the bar. She placed the glass down in front of him and he knocked it back in one. "I'll have another, and whatever you're having." "Thanks, but I don't drink," she replied. "Neither do I really," he said. "I expect you get a lot of men trying to buy you drinks." "I get my fair share," she replied pouring him another. "You're married or that fancy band is just for show," she said indicating to his finger. "Was married." "Oh I'm sorry, how'd that work out for you?" "It didn't." "I'm sorry," she said taking his glass and refilling it. "Don't be, she is the one that should be sorry," he snapped. "Another guy huh?" "You're pretty sharp." She shrugged, "Not hard to work out." He knocked his drink back and slammed the glass down on the bar. "Fill me up." She surveyed him sternly, "I think you've had enough, don't you?" "I'll tell you when I've had enough. You're the barmaid, so do your job and get me another drink now you bitch." "I won't be spoken to by anyone like that especially not a middle class piece of shit who thinks that their expensive suit gives them the right to order me around," she spat bringing her face no more than an centimetre away. "Fine," he shouted, "I have something I need to do anyway." He stormed out of the bar pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, "It's me. They're there, you know what to do. Call me when it's done." He snapped his phone shut and leant against the brick wall breathing heavily.

To be continued….