Part 11
Fitz was wired. He couldn't sleep; thoughts of Liv and their time together were at the forefront of his mind. The way she felt beneath him, the way she tasted, the sound of her moans escaping her lips as he worshipped her body. She had fit him like a glove, perfect, as if she was specially made for him. God, he wanted her again; he would never stop wanting her.
He wondered if she was feeling the same, was she thinking of him too? He hoped that he had made her first time special, something she will cherish forever and hold no regrets. Although, if he's honest with himself, deep down he believes he has accomplished just that; acutely aware that what they shared tonight went beyond the need of physical release; because every kiss and every stroke had been forged in love. Until Liv came into his life, he never knew love could feel like this, so overwhelming and so consuming… And as lays beside his wife, the woman he once vowed to spend the rest of his life with, he finds himself breaking those vows to make room for new ones; promising to find a way to be with Liv- out in the open and no longer hidden in the shadows. It was what she deserved.
Lost in his own world, pondering about his future with Liv- he in unaware that like him, his wife Mellie is also struggling to sleep. Her thoughts however plagued with suspicion.
As his wife, Mellie had spent the last 5 years studying Fitz; she could read him like a book. And insightful as she was, it didn't take her long to figure out that he was straying from their marital bed. Never mind the obvious signs, like the smell of another woman's perfume haplessly clinging to his shirts- or the numerous "late nights" that Fitz's had been putting in at work recently- but it was more to do with the fact that when he was home, his mind was elsewhere. No doubt it was with the very same woman he just spent the night with. The same woman who had sent her husband back home to her bathed in her scent and her sex.
Although Mellie had no delusions of grandeur when it came to her marriage with Fitz; she knew as well as he did that their marriage had been one of convenience; but she had always held onto the fact that as the mother of his children, her husband respected her enough to not lie to her or fool around. And considering Fitz grew up despising his own father for cheating, honestly she was shocked to discover that he was now heading down the same path. However, one thing was for certain, whoever this woman was, she had to be pretty special for Fitz to go against his moral code. And that's what worried her the most.
She couldn't let this woman get in the way of her plans, she worked too hard to get Fitz to where he was, to lose it all at the first hurdle. Therefore her first step in tackling this particular bump in the road, was to find out who the woman was, and then, by any means necessary get this affair shut down before it goes any further.
And in order for that to happen she would need some help; Big Jerry's help to be precise.
In the meantime, she was keeping her cards close to her chest. And in her opinion the best way to keep the upper hand of this situation was by feigning complete ignorance to her husband's extra-curricular activities. So therefore rather scrupulously, she purposefully rolls over and snuggles up against him, "Hmmmm, you're home…" She sighs, sounding as if she's only just waking from sleep…
Somewhat startled to find her awake, coupled with a sudden wave of remorse, sheepishly he responds… "Yes, I'm home now... Sorry I'm late…" His apology sounds weak even to his own ears, but much to his relief she accepts it, no questions asked.
If only he knew.
"It's okay Fitz, no need to apologise-"she replies candidly, before going in and twisting the knife… "Besides, how can be mad at my husband for working late, when his only intention is to provide for his family. If anything I count myself lucky…" she snuggles in closer.
He gulps... God forgive me!