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Chapter 14: I'll Never Get Over You Getting Over Me

~Matthew~

Things were getting so weird at work. I loved my wife, but it was becoming extremely awkward having her in the studio, watching Kelly and I kiss—even as Rufus and Lily! I couldn't say anything to her though, or she would think I was hiding something, which I was.

Days went by, and I still hadn't had time alone with Kelly. Kelly wasn't taking it too well either.

"When are we going to be able to spend time together? I miss you," Kelly said, when we got a rare moment alone. We were only alone because my wife had to take a bathroom break.

I sighed. "I'll try tonight. It's just hard because my wife is always around."

"Well, she doesn't have to be around you know." Kelly said it as if it were really that simple.

I sighed again. "Kel, you know it's not that easy."

"Why not? I thought you loved me!" She said it a little loudly, and I looked around to make sure no one was listening. Luckily, most of the cast was off to lunch. The crew were a few yards away, not paying any attention.

I placed my hand over her shoulder. "Kel, keep it down, please. I promise, tonight we'll have our time together. I'm gonna tell my wife that Penn wants to meet to talk. I'll tell her he wants some manly advice or something. I do love you. You have no idea how much I love you. That hasn't changed. I have to take this slow. I still love my wife, and I'm not going to hurt her by breaking up with her right off the bat. Excuse the cliché."

She looked down at the floor, then up at me. "Are you ever planning on breaking up with her?" The way she sounded broke my heart. She sounded hurt, worried, and upset all rolled into one.

My wife started to head over to us then, and I quickly took my hand off Kelly's shoulder. "I'll be over tonight around eight. All right? Wear that whipped cream bikini for me."

At least I got a smile out of her this time. "All right," she said.

I grinned, then headed toward my wife. "You ready to go to lunch?"

She grinned as well, and kissed me. "You bet! I'm starved."

We headed back over to Kelly.

"Do you want to come with?" Naama asked her. "You have to eat too, and I'd hate to think of you eating alone."

I loved Naama for being so sweet, but at the same time, hated that she was being so sweet. Little did she know she was being thoughtful and caring towards the woman who was sleeping with her husband. Little did she know, her husband planned on making love to said woman later tonight all the while lying to my wife.

I was scum. Naama deserved so much better than me. Yet, it still wasn't going to stop me from lying to her and making love to Kelly tonight. It only made me hate myself more.

Kelly gave her a weak smile. "It's all right. I'm sure you two would rather be alone. I think I'm going to head home quick and have lunch with my kids. They love my nanny, but still prefer having lunch with their mother. I figured I'd enjoy it while they still do."

Naama smiled. "I hear ya! Lucky for us, we have years and years before the teenage years."

Kelly nodded, and weakly smiled again. "Indeed we do."

"See you later," Naama said to her, linking her arm with mine.

I nodded at Kelly. "See you later." I gave her a a look that held a meaning that only she and I would understand.

Kelly nodded, returning the look.

Naama and I then left for lunch, and I didn't look back. I would feel too guilty doing so, and I already had enough guilt in me to last me a very long time.

~Kelly~

The kids were in bed, and I had sprayed on the last of my whipped cream bikini. I had a bathrobe nearby to cover up in case my son suddenly woke up. It definitely would not be good for him to see me in nothing but whipped cream. I just hoped that Matt showed up this time. I didn't mean to be a pest. I understood that he had a wife to attend to. I guess what I didn't get is why he hadn't told her about us by now. With every day that passed that he barely spoke to me, I began to worry that he never planned on telling his wife about us. I began to worry that the day would soon arrive where he told me we couldn't be together anymore; that he wasn't going to leave his wife.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Not to sound vain, but I thought I looked pretty hot. I just hoped that Matt felt the same way—that is if he even bothered showing up.

I glanced at the clock. He had five minutes to get there. I hadn't really fully thought out the whole whipped cream bikini thing. How was I going to sit down? I couldn't without ruining the bikini. I would just have to stand there, and hope he got there soon.

James had given me the idea the night before when Matt was originally supposed to come over. He had had a great idea to make Matt mine, and it had worked. So, of course, I had gone to him for ideas to keep Matt. I smiled as I thought back to our conversation.

"Three words for you, honey—Whipped Cream Bikini."

"What is that?"

"Kelly, tell me you've never seen Varsity Blues."

"I've never seen Varsity Blues."

"Well, you must look it up online. Google whipped cream bikini Varsity Blues, and you will know what I'm talking about. I think you'll agree with me that, if there is any way to keep your man, that is the way. Trust me—I tried it, and Jamie loved it. Of course mine was a Speedo version, but you get the idea."

"All right, a little bit too much information, James, but I'll Google it. Thanks so much."

"Anytime, Love. Just tell me how it goes."

"I will. Bye, Babe."

"Bye, Kel-Kel."

I glanced at the clock. It was eight o'clock. I just hoped I actually had something to tell James this time.

~Matthew~

I arrived outside of Kelly's house five minutes late. I hope she wasn't angry. I also hoped she hadn't given up on me. I felt bad about lying to my wife. When I came back in from walking the dogs and told her that Penn had called me when I was out, asking me to come over for a man-to-man talk, my wife and been so understanding.

"I think it's so sweet that he has you to talk to. I'm so proud of you. You're such a good guy! How did I ever get so lucky to marry you?" She had kissed me then told me to take as long as I wanted, but at the same time, to try not to be too late. She said she wanted to fall asleep in my arms. It was then that I knew what to do. I had to break it off with Kelly. It was going to kill me to do so, but I had to. I loved Kelly more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. She was beautiful and sexy and smart. But my wife was also beautiful and sexy and smart too. I loved Kelly, but it wasn't fair to her to keep going back and forth between her and my wife, making her wait all the time.

The guilt would overpower me too much if I didn't stay with my wife. I had made a promise to my wife before God that I would honor her. I may have broken a big rule already, but it didn't mean I had to continue to break it, or continue to hurt my wife even unknowingly on her part. I had to break it off with Kelly. It was nearly impossible to choose, but the fact that Naama was my wife and I had a daughter with her had to be the deciding factor.

I headed up the walkway to Kelly's apartment with a sigh. I didn't know how I was going to break it off with her, but I was going to have to. It was going to kill me seeing her hurt, but I had to do this. It was better to do it now than to let this go on any longer and hurt her even more.

I knocked on the door, prepared to break up with her.

She opened the door almost right away, wearing the whipped cream bikini.

My mouth dropped open. What was it I was going to tell her?

"You made it! I was worried you weren't going to come." She smirked as soon as she said it, as if thinking how that had come out. "Now that you're here, I'll make sure you do."

I walked in and shut the door behind me, locking it without ever taking my eyes off of Kelly. Then, I quickly ditched my clothes (I couldn't leave any whipped evidence behind), and backed her into the bedroom, breaking up with her currently dropped from my mind.

~Kelly~

Matt kicked the bedroom door behind us, and locked it, then gently threw me down onto the bed.

I smirked, and licked my lips. "I take it you like?"

His eyes had that lustful look I was so fond of. "You have no idea."

His mouth instantly went to my left breast, and I couldn't help but smile. James' plan had worked yet again. I owed that boy big time!

He didn't take long to devour the whipped cream over my breasts. Maybe it would have taken him longer if I had placed the cherries to simulate where the nipples were, but I thought it looked too trashy, so I left them off. Besides, I didn't have any—cherries that is. Matt didn't seem to mind.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as he continued to lick and suck every little bit of whipped cream off of my breasts. Then, I loosened my grip as his mouth moved down over my stomach to the bottom half of my bikini.

My head instinctively went back and my eyes closed as he began using that talented tongue to polish off the remaining area of whipped cream. My hands gripped his hair as he worked his tongue probably further than he needed to go.

I was just about to look for a pillow to muffle my moans, when he stopped, and crawled up my body. "Why'd you stop?" I asked, a little out of breath. He had gotten me all worked up only to stop? He had to be kidding me.

He smirked, and slowly ran his hands up my body. He brushed his lips against my left ear. "As if I'd make you come without being inside of you first."

A moan escaped my lips this time. I looked deep into his eyes, knowing my eyes must have been as filled with lust as his were. "Well, then you better do it now, because I can't wait any longer."

He groaned, and was inside me seconds later.

I don't know what came over us, but whatever it was, it was almost animalistic. We were rolling all over my bed having sex more than making love. It was rough and it was desperate. We both needed it badly, as badly as we both knew how much the other needed it.

I don't think I ever had such a strong, forceful orgasm as I had then. I really owed James big time! Maybe I'd buy him a weekend getaway with Jamie. Then maybe he could enjoy what I was enjoying now, only with his Jamie of course.

Matt kissed me roughly, his hands gently squeezing my breasts. "I have never come so hard in my entire life!"

I smirked. "Same here." I rubbed my hand over his chest. "You know, if you'd tell your wife about us, you and I could be together doing this every night if you wanted to." I started kissing up his body, but stopped and looked up at him when I felt him tense. "What's wrong? Why did you just tense up like that?"

He sighed. "Kel, I never said I was going to break up with my wife. I don't know why you always assume that I am."

My stomach suddenly started to churn. "So, what are you saying? That you are going to remain married to her but have me on the side? I'm the appetizer and she is the main course?" I felt as if I might throw up.

He looked away. "It's not like that."

"Then what is it like, Matt? Because you can't have both. Now I understand you needing time to decide, but I think you've had more than enough. You have to choose between us. You can't have us both. It's just not going to work that way."

He looked at me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was about to say what I always feared he would say. "Well, then, Kel, I choose my wife. I'm sorry."

Yep, I was definitely going to throw up. I got up off the bed and ran to the bathroom to do just that.

~Matthew~

Great! I had made her throw up. I knew I was going to hurt her, but this was hurting her more than I thought I was going to. I felt like a piece of crap.

I put my clothes back on after wiping off some stray whipped cream with a kitchen towel. I put the towel in the hamper so that no one would use it without washing it first.

I wanted to go in and comfort her, but I knew she probably didn't want me in there with her right now.

I heard the toilet flush then the water run.

When she came back out, I saw she had been crying. I wanted to comfort her so badly. I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her, but I knew I could't do that.

"I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone, Matthew. Please, don't leave me. I promise I can be just as good at taking care of you as your wife can. In fact, I love you even more than she does. I'm sure of it!" she was begging. I never thought I'd see Kelly beg for anything. It wasn't in her nature. She was strong an independent. But, I guess even the most independent person has their breaking point. Everyone needs someone at some time. I just couldn't be that person for her though, as much as I wanted to be. Lord knows I wanted to be that person for her, but my conscious was screaming at me too loud to ignore it. I had to stay with my wife. I had made a vow and I had to stick to it.

"Please, baby. You know you want me as much as I want you." She started to walk towards me."

I swallowed hard, and backed away. It was a good thing I was an actor, because I was about to put on the biggest act in my career. To make sure Kelly had no doubts that we couldn't be together, I was going to have to lie. I was going to have to act like an even bigger jerk than I already was. As twisted as it sounds, I had to hurt her now to prevent hurting her even further in the future. I also had to ruin any chance I had of being able to change my mind. It was for the best. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Kel. I'm sorry because I don't feel the same way. I love my wife. I never should have cheated on her. It was a big mistake."

Kelly instantly looked crushed, and she looked like she was about to cry again. "Are you saying being with me was a mistake?"

I nodded. "Yes. I have a good thing going. I shouldn't have tried to fix what wasn't broken. I can't be with you anymore."

Kelly's bottom lip trembled. "But you said you loved me."

I shrugged. "I love my wife more. I thought about it long and hard last night, and realized that I could bear saying goodbye to you more than I could bear saying goodbye to my wife."

Kelly looked a little angry now. "So you decided to just have sex with me anyway tonight. You thought you might as well get one more thing out of it. Is that it?"

Again, I shrugged. "I thought it would lighten the blow if you could have me one more time."

Kelly's eyes lowered. I knew it was in anger this time; not in desire. "So, your not going to tell your wife? You're just going to go on acting like we never happened?"

I nodded. "There's no use in hurting her unnecessarily. You can't tell her. Promise me you won't."

She laughed a bitter sounding laugh. "You have a lot of nerve asking me that, you know!"

"Please, Kel." I pleaded. "If you ever truly loved me, you won't tell her."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, your precious little secret is safe with me. I know the truth will come out on its own eventually. It always does. And when it does, don't come crying back to me just because she left you. You've made your choice. Now get out."

"Kel... I'm sorry!" I hated seeing her so upset and angry. I just wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her and tell her I didn't mean it! I wanted to tell her I really did love her so much more than she could ever possibly know! But I didn't tell her. I kept my mouth shut.

I reached out to her to at least hug her. I just couldn't get myself to leave her without doing that at least. But she pushed me away.

"I said get out! Now!" she screamed.

I stayed there, my heart breaking. Kel, Please!" I didn't even know what I was begging her for. Maybe to easy my conscious.

"Now!" she pushed my chest hard, tears streaming down her face.

I turned and left so that she couldn't see the tears in my own eyes.

I walked toward the subway, feeling lower than low. I didn't deserve my wife or Kelly. But at least now things could go back to the way they were before. I hoped one day that Kelly and I could be friends again so that things could go back to the way they were in every sense of the word. Most of all, I hoped that one day I could see Kelly as just a friend again so that my heart would finally stop hurting so much. I didn't think that day would come, but, hey, a man could try. Maybe I could pray. Maybe with God's help, it would. Right now, it seemed like the only way that would my hurt heart would heal.

~Kelly~

I put on my bathrobe, because I heard my son crying in his room. I could have kicked myself for being so loud when my children were trying to sleep. I walked into his room, and sat down on his bed. I whipped away his tears with my thumb. "Sh... Don't cry, Sweetie. What's wrong?"

Hermés sniffled. "You were yelling. Are you mad at me?"

I felt my heart breaking even more than it already was. "What? Sweetie, no! I could never be mad at you! I just had a friend over, and my friend wasn't being very nice. They're gone now, so you don't have to worry. Go back to sleep." I gently stroked my son's hair.

He yawned. "I love you, Mommy."

I smiled. "I love you too, Sweetheart."

It didn't take him long to fall back to sleep.

I left his room and closed the door, then quietly checked on Helena. Miraculously, she was still sleeping.

I left her room, and headed into my room. I closed my door. I quickly changed the sheets, then I turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and cried myself to sleep.

~Matthew~

"So, how is Penn doing? Were you able to talk him out of his crisis, or whatever it was?" My wife asked with a smile as I entered our apartment. She helped me get my coat off as I stepped out of my shoes.

I sighed. I hated lying to her, but what was one more lie? "Yeah, he needed a little relationship advice. Blake thought he wasn't romantic enough, so he figured, I, being a married man, would know how to be romantic."

Naama grinned as she hung up my coat, then she wrapped her arms around me. "Oh? And what advice did you give?"

I smirked. "I told him to buy her flowers and chocolate and write her a song or a poem. I've heard him sing. He better stick with the poem."

Naama smiled big, and playfully swatted me. You're mean! I'm sure Blake would love to hear him sing her a song he wrote no matter how he sounds because it would be coming from him. But, that is pretty good advice." She kissed my cheek. "My sweetie knows how to be romantic!"

I felt so guilty, I felt as if she was going to see my guilt for sure if I didn't quickly do something to hide it. "Oh, you have no idea how romantic I can be! I think I had better show you." I picked her up and started carrying her to the bedroom.

She giggled. "Mm, my big strong man, do show me!"

It didn't take long before we were both undressed and making love.

I was just glad I had gotten the whipped cream off me. What would I have told her if I had forgotten some? That Penn and I had had a whipped cream fight while discussing how he can be more romantic? I think not. At least, now that I had broken it off with Kelly, I would no longer have to worry about hiding evidence of an affair. I just had to make sure that the past stayed just there—in the past.

Unfortunately, I didn't account for the subconscious part of my brain.

As I made love to my wife, I closed my eyes, and for some reason, the image of how hot Kelly had looked in that whipped cream bikini invaded my mind. I tried to push it out, I really did, but it kept coming back. I imagines how my hands had slid down her skin, the whipped cream making her skin nice and slick. I remembered how much better the whipped cream had tasted on her than it ever had on a sundae. I imagined kissing her breasts and every other part of her body. She had such long legs. I always loved the way they wrapped around me as I entered her.

Strangely enough, my wife happened to tighten her legs around my waist at that very moment. I moaned, and then, I made the slip up. I guess every cheating man slips up eventually. I really should have known I wouldn't be an exception. It was just one word that did the trick. Just one of two the little words I called out. But, one was enough to end my charade. "Kelly, yes!"

~Kelly~

I kept tossing and turning throughout the night. Losing Matt made me feel too sick to sleep very well. The worse part was, I had a feeling it was going to be a very long time before I would ever felt a hundred percent better. If that day ever even occurred. Right now, it wasn't looking good.

I felt sick again. I got out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and emptied any remaining comments of my stomach.