I wrote this chapter like three weeks ago and lost it so that's why its taken me so long to update.
Hope you like. And as always please leave a review they inspire me to write more.
Chapter 4
"Kirsten!" Sandy called out. He dropped his briefcase in the hall and scanned the house for any sign of life.
"In the kitchen." She yelled back. She sat still propped on the stool at the island, "Hey," she greeted sadly. Sandy smiled and dropped a kiss on her forehead, "How was work?" she asked softly.
"Uh… it was okay. How was your day. Feeling better? Still feeling sick?" he asked and placed his hand on her forehead. She smiled again more sdaly knowing he'd never look at her the same way after this. Kirsten shook her head, "I don't feel sick."
"So tell me. What's wrong?" He sat on the stool facing her and pulled her hands into his, "Is it work?" he asked running through the possibilities in his head. He knew something was up and it was serious. Kirsten's breath quickened and she tightened her sweaty grip on her husband.
"I'm sorry." She started tearfully. Sandy tipped her chin toward him.
"Hey, hey whatever it is we can fix it. Okay?" he said again smiling. He cupped her face in his hands forcing her gaze upon him, "Okay?" he said again. He hoped she was making a big deal out of nothing but the pained look on her face shot fear to his core. He thought about the bruises on her wrist and his heartbeat quickened. Had someone hurt her? The only person she had been with was Carter and he knew he wouldn't have hurt her. Would he?
"I slept with Carter." She said suddenly. She let out another sob and watched as her husband's face changed from sympathetic to confused.
"What?" he asked winded. He tightened his grip slightly on her hands.
"I'm sorry, Sandy. It just happened and I've been killing myself trying to figure out what to do…"
"Well boo fucking hoo! When?" He asked angrily. He threw Kirsten's hands from him. Kirsten looked at the floor and watched as her tears fell onto her lap. Sandy grabbed Kirsten by the shoulders and shook her slightly, "Tell me, Kirsten."
"Last night," her voice was barely a whisper. Sandy dropped his grip and turned his back to her.
"Why?" he asked softly. His voice trembled. Kirsten closed her eyes guilt coursing through her.
"I don't know, Sandy." Sandy turned around his face tearstained and pained.
"Please. Tell me why. Aren't I good enough? You don't want me anymore? Our family? Did you think of Seth? Or Ryan? Do you even care what you've done?"
"What about you! This time last month you were fucking your ex-girlfriend in a motel."
"I told you that NOTHING happened. How many times?" he paused trying to catch his breath and Kirsten got up from the stool, "So what it was revenge? You wanted to get me back?"
"No… I just… I DON'T KNOW, SANDY! Please I'm sorry what do you want me to do?" Kirsten asked almost screaming. Sandy turned around suddenly realising something.
"This happened last night?" Kirsten nodded and Sandy continued, "So you came home after being with him and made love to me?" he said in disgust. Kirsten crouched against the refrigerator, "Is that what happened?"
"Yes." She whispered.
"So what? You could do it last night but this morning you just weren't in the mood enough to lie?" Kirsten shook her head slowly.
"You know that's not it."
"I thought I knew a lot of things, Kirsten. I thought that you loved me, that you cared about our marriage, our family but all you really wanted was to get laid."
"How can you say that? That's not what it was…"
"Then why don't you tell me what it was, Kirsten? Huh? Go on tell me. Tell me everything I wanna know. Was he good?"
"Sandy, don't do this please listen to me." she stood up and turned her husband toward her, "I love you. Sandy, I love you so much please forgive me." she pulled him in and kissed him gently on the lips he responded slightly before pushing her away.
"Don't. Just… don't." he said as he left her alone in the kitchen. She followed him out to the hall where he grabbed his car keys and pulled the door open.
"So what you're leaving me?" she asked sadly, "This is it. We're done?"
"I don't know Kirsten. Could you? If it was me?" he asked.
"I did."
"No you didn't. I didn't sleep with Rebecca. NOTHING happened."
"Well I didn't believe and you and I still forgave you." She said her voice rising.
"Well maybe you're a better person than I am." he answered and slammed the door behind him. The next that came was the sound of the exhaust and squealing tyres.
Kirsten went back into the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine. She unscrewed the cap and sucked down the burning liquid as quickly as she could. She grabbed her car keys and headed for the door stumbling slightly as she climbed the steps.
She passed the messy gardens and the rusty stairwell until she came to a familiar blue door. She knocked twice and waited for him to answer. As the door swung open she saw that he was still wearing the same clothes but was scruffier. He saw her red bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks, "Kirsten are you…" he was silenced by her lips pressed upon his own. He pulled back, "What are you doing?" he asked trying to catch his breath. She kissed him again harder this time and swung the door shut behind them.
He could taste the liquor on her breath and he frowned. He shouldn't be doing this. A drunk, married woman with children but as she reached into his jeans he moaned slightly. He lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slammed her hard into the wall and she stared at him shocked for a second before pulling off her sweater, "Kirsten?" he asked again, "Are you sure you…" she put her hand across his mouth.
"Shut up."
He pushed himself against her and kissed her neck gently. She pulled his head up roughly by the hair and kissed him harshly probing his tongue with hers. She didn't want sex. She didn't want to make love. She just wanted to get fucked and she knew he could give it to her. He slammed her harder into the wall and she groaned. She reached down and unbuckled his belt. He smiled. She didn't mess around. Straight and to the point is what she wanted. He could do that. He pulled off her jeans easily and tossed them to the floor before starting on her neck again.
Kirsten pulled on her sweater quickly and then her jeans, "I have to go." She muttered. Carter reached out and pulled her toward him.
"I don't want you to go."
"I have to. I need to get back." She said realising she didn't want to leave either.
"So what was that? A mistake. Again. Or did it mean something?" Kirsten paused for a second before reaching up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips onto Carter's. His kisses were usually hungry and harsh but this time he was soft. His tongue danced with her own their lips parting only slightly allowing him to slide his tongue in and out.
"I'll be back," she promised. She took two fingers and kissed them before pressing them onto his cheek.
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