(A/N: This is yet again another chapter showing what a jackass Keith is, and there will be a little Manny/Craig action.)
Diamonds are forever,
Sparkling round my little finger,
Unlike men, the diamonds linger,
Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for
"Home sweet home", Keith unlocked the door to his and Manuela's mansion, and turned to look at her, "It's good to have you home".
Manuela smiled, "It's good to be home".
She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, although her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about what Craig had said the day before, and it hadn't struck her until today that he was right. Her lips left her husbands lip and grinned back at her.
"What was that for?" he asked.
Manuela shrugged, "I dunno, we don't kiss anymore. We don't do anything anymore", Manuela sighed; "I'm going to unpack".
"Okay, do you need help?" Keith asked, watching after his wife as she walked away from him.
"No, its okay", she turned to Keith, walking backwards, "You go watch TV, go do what you men do".
She turned around and walked more briskly to her bedroom, she had an important phone call to make. She took out a slip of paper that was in her coat pocket. There were seven digits it rough, scraggly writing, and the words Craig's phone number. She took out her cell phone and dialed the numbers lightly.
"Yep", Craig answered the phone after several rings.
Manuela walked to her bathroom and locked the door, "Hey Craig", she whispered into the receiver, "Its Manny".
"Don't you mean Manuela?" he asked sharply.
Manuela sighed deeply, "No. I mean Manny", she swallowed; "I called to ask you, if you're not busy if we could maybe go out to eat lunch tomorrow".
"What's the catch?" Craig asked instantly.
Manuela rolled her eyes, "I use you for my sick twisted fantasies"; there was a slight pause, "Kidding. I just haven't been able to sit down and talk to you without being interrupted. I really want to talk to you".
Craig breathed heavily into the receiver, "I do too Manuela, but…"
"But nothing. Le Garden at two o' clock? Keith will be at work until midnight so we have nothing to worry about", Manuela whispered, "Please?"
"Fine", Craig sighed, defeated, "Le Garden at two".
"It's a date", Manuela murmured into the phone.
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Craig sat at a table at Le Garden waiting for Manuela, she was fifteen minutes late, and he was starting to think that she wasn't going to show up. Sure enough, she turned up at two-fifteen. Her gold Dior sunglasses lighting up the restaurant. She squealed when she saw Craig sitting at the table.
"You came", she exclaimed excitedly, as she took a seat at the table.
Craig looked at his watch, "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up".
"Traffic was a bitch", Manuela began to butter one of the rolls that were already displayed on the table, "Don't be mad at me".
"I can never be", Craig replied truthfully.
Manuela began to blush. Whenever she was with Craig, she felt a weakness, a horrible, satisfying, comfortable weakness. She looked up at Craig who was stuffing a roll into his mouth and giggled.
"What?" Craig asked wiping his face, "Do I have something on my face?"
"No", Manuela smiled, "You're perfect".
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"Keith", Manuela called as she shut the door behind her, she had seen his car in the driveway and assumed he was home, "Keith, are you home?" she walked into her bedroom, and low and behold there was Keith. Butt-naked with a woman who looked no older than sixteen.
"Manuela", Keith sat up in bed, "Manuela".
"No", Manuela held up her hand, Keith wrapped a sheet around his lower half and tried to touch Manuela, she pushed him away, "Don't touch me". She stated harshly and walked towards Keith's closet. She took out all of his clothes, his Armani suits, his Ralph Lauren polo's, and made her way to the balcony.
"Manuela", Keith chased after her, "What are you doing?"
Manuela walked onto the balcony and threw Keith's clothes in the pool, watching them float around aimlessly. The sad thing was; this wasn't the first time she'd done it.
Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for
(A/N: I got the whole throwing Keith's clothes in the pool from the Inferno II. How I love my MTV. Please leave comments!)
