"You-You're cheating on me…?" Merome, suggested by: HU4LIFE or HU4LIFE000
(Srry if this isn't any good...)
A slight breeze blew by as I drew closer to the house. A tired yawn escaped my lips, as work had been… I don't know how to describe it, honestly. The sun let its rays of light bleed over the forest today, the house not too far off. The lake shined beautifully, the surface sparkling.
The best part of my day was yet to come. Coming home to see Jerome. Jerome worked as well, though his hours weren't as long, and today he had got a day of, as he'd been promoted yesterday. Oh! We were supposed to prepare for the celebration tonight, I almost forgot!
I slightly chuckle, shaking my head as I begin to fumble with my keys. Jerome would be so stoked to see me, he'd been extremely happy this morning. He'd talked about Ty coming over and Adam and Ian, everyone else as well! The idea had kept me going today, though I surely could use a nap.
Jerome and I weren't married; however Jerome always talks about getting married. It's… not that I don't want too, understand, but getting married is so expensive! Where are we going to get all of that money and still have enough to get by? Exactly. I opened the door to the slightly large house we owned, shutting it with a heavy sigh. I took off my hoodie, hanging it by Jerome's jacket as I made my way to the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Jerome?" I slightly called. Weird… I went over to the fridge, opening it up to grab the pitcher of lemonade we'd made not too long ago. I moved to set it on the table, but my eyes landed upon the bottle of opened beer, and I paused. My eye brows furrowed, and I moved over to it, setting the lemonade aside as I grabbed at the opened bottle. "Jerome?" I called out, louder, my eyes shifting to the two glasses upon the wooden surface. I set the bottle back down again, the smell enticing. "Jerome, is someone here?" I asked, moving back into the living room. I received no answer, though didn't expect one, as the walls were thick and made it hard to hear someone shouting in other rooms. I made my way around, checking his office and the downstairs bathroom, but eventually moving upstairs. "Jerome, this isn't funny." I calmly stated.
My gaze landed on our door, the only out of all the upstairs doors that was closed. Though, as I began to walk towards the door, I began to hear… sounds. Noises… My pace quickened, noises made by Jerome's voice sending a weird feeling over me. A strange scent hit my noise as I stood before the door, quiet. Though, before I could knock – not wanting to invade his privacy, if he needed it – Jerome stated something.
"Adam…" Jerome's speech was slurred as he spoke, and a second later the named male was huskily moaning his reply. Just then, it had occurred to me that one of the sounds was the bed. I didn't move, just stared at the door, listening to the sounds they were making. I took a deep breath, my heart painfully pounding in my chest as I felt my throat closed. I knocked, though found I didn't have the courage to call my lovers name. Nothing stopped, almost as if I were ignored. I knocked again, though louder. Still, the response hadn't changed. So I threw the door open.
The door hit the wall hard, most likely leaving a nasty mark as I stood in the doorway, already pale. A sick feeling washed over me, Adam's shocked face staring at me, horrified. Jerome was obviously drunk, though you could still see that there was logical sense behind those wide, chocolaty eyes. He knew what he was doing. They were both bare. I just stood there, not saying anything – not knowing what exactly I would say in a situation like this. I swallowed the lump in my throat, though it did little to help the pricking tears that desperately wanted to form. Adam was the first to do something, and that something, was to slip himself from Jerome's ass, Jerome flinching at the sudden movement, though the pleasure was clearly written across his face. Adam didn't stand or anything, but grabbed a blanket, face a dark red, and wrapped it around his waist. He got up shortly after, hurriedly subtracting himself from the equation by moving into the bathroom our bedroom possessed. I watched him, still feeling sick.
"… Mitch?" I shifted my vision to Jerome, though it just brought tears to my eyes. "Mitch, I am… So sorry…" Jerome whispered as tears of his own beginning to brim in his eyes. "I-I don't know what happened…"
"Y-You're cheating on me…?" I choked out, the tears slipping down my cheeks.
"No." Jerome quietly insisted. "A-Adam, he… I-…" Jerome just shook his head. He was never good at explaining, that was his flaw, a flaw I found utterly adorable and priceless. Until now. Now I needed an explanation.
"How long?" I demanded, though my cracking voice wasn't helping much on my composure. Jerome basically jumped to his feet, hurrying to me.
"N-Never, I-… I would never…" Jerome stuttered, grabbing gently at my cheeks, his footing wobbly, as he was somewhat drunk. "A-Adam wanted that, n-not me… Please…" Jerome's eyes were flicking back and forth between my own, searching for that hint of forgiveness he was hoping for, tears silently streaking his face. I continued to silently cry.
"Y-You looked like you wanted it." I coldly spat, gritting my teeth together. Jerome shook his head, quietly crying now, no longer silent.
"N-No… Mitch, please-."
"No." I interrupted, shaking my head and closing my eyes. Jerome firmly began to hold my face in place, forcefully bringing an end to my head shaking and planting his lips desperately to mine. That was all it took.
With a sudden force I shoved Jerome away, causing him to lose his balance and stumble away trying to regain it. I bolted from the room, running down the hall as Jerome screamed my name, his footsteps ringing out behind me. I flew down the stairs, making a direct run for the door, Jerome not too far behind me now. At the front door, I tried to pull it open, but Jerome's hand slammed it shut again, his other arm wrapping around my waist.
"LET GO OF ME!" I cried out, sobbing.
"Mitch-!"
"LET GO OF ME YOU FILTHY BACCA!" Jerome's hand left the door, his arm unwrapping from my sobbing, shaking form. As soon as he'd released me, I opened the front door, and slammed it shut behind me.
