Just to warn you this chapter is suuuper long (4500 words!) So get a drink, settle down and enjoy.
It was early December and it had been raining almost non-stop for the past three weeks.
The weather was miserable and so was Missy.
It had been weeks since she had last seen or spoken to Wade.
David had asked her not to, and the last thing she wanted to do was upset her boyfriend again.
But her life at the moment truly and utterly sucked.
She went to bed alone, and most of the time she woke up alone too. David had been, as usual, working late most nights. She had that horrible sinking feeling, deep down in her stomach that there was another woman involved, but she just pushed these thoughts away. The less she thought about them, the better she felt.
It was 5.15 and Missy was sat at her desk at work staring out of the window, looking out onto the rain-sodden street.
She hadn't done any work for the past hour, merely whiling away the minutes until she could head back to her quiet home, to eat dinner alone and go to bed alone. The same old routine.
She was desperate for someone to talk to.
Her Mom was just a phone call away, she knew that, but what she needed was a friend.
And she knew which one she wanted….
She had avoided Wade's calls for the past three weeks.
Each day he would call or text but Missy knew she had to ignore him. For the sake of her relationship with David, she knew it was the right thing to do.
But being away from Wade…it was killing her.
She missed him terribly…
"See you tomorrow, Missy," uttered one of her work colleagues, giving her a smile as they passed her desk.
Missy jumped, blinking a couple of times.
"Oh…bye," she called after them.
She hadn't even realised the time and the feeling of dread passed over her as she remembered what she had to get back home to.
David had already text her to let her know he was going to be back super late….yet again.
So the likelihood was that she would return home, make dinner, catch up on some TV and then head to bed with no contact with anyone the entire night.
She could go for a run?
Or maybe to the movies…
But as she shut down her pc, and picked up her phone, ready to toss it into her handbag, a message suddenly flashed up on the screen.
'Hey, I don't know why the fuck we aren't talking. If I've done anything wrong, then I'm a total dick and I'm sorry [sad face emoji] X'
Missy bit her lip, staring down at her phone.
And before she could help herself, she typed a reply.
'You're not a dick. x'
Sending it and giving a small sigh, she got to her feet, stacking a small pile of paperwork she had yet to get around to doing.
Suddenly her phone buzzed again.
She quickly peered at the screen.
'Good to know [thumbs up emoji]! Hey, you wanna come over to my place? I've just finished a job and have ordered sooooo much take-out, I someone to help me eat it. X'
Missy chewed at her lip once again.
She so desperately wanted to see Wade. And he was offering her free food, that was always a bonus, right?
Perhaps she could go just for a couple of hours.
She smiled to herself and typed a hasty reply.
'That would be great. Thank you. I'm just leaving work so will be there in 40. x'
Getting to her feet, she shut down her monitor and tugged on her chic raincoat.
Her heart leaping in her chest.
Wade replied almost instantly, this time with just a smiley face emoji, and nothing else, and Missy couldn't help but smile to herself, as she headed over to the elevator.
Forty minutes later and Missy found herself on a dingy street.
It was dark and unfortunately still pouring with rain.
She had been to Wade's only once before and that had only been a fleeting visit. And that time, she hadn't even gone inside the door.
Peering out from underneath her umbrella she stopped outside a small glass door, next to which was a grimy-looking set of buzzers.
Wade's peeling label was third from the bottom and she quickly pressed it, glancing about as she did so.
Her heart thudded in her ribcage.
It was almost as if she half expected David to pop out from nowhere and drag her home.
She knew how furious he would be if he could see where she was…
A second later Missy glanced up to see the tall and grinning form of Wade, come bounding down the stairs inside the building.
"Hey! Sorry, buzzer's broken," he explained tugging open the door. "Thanks for coming. Like I said I ordered a fuck load of take-out and could do with a hand. "
Missy smiled as he stepped aside, allowing her to enter.
She could smell that candy apple scent again…
"Thanks for inviting me," she said, shaking off her umbrella and unbuttoning her rain-sodden coat.
Wade's eyes lingered on her for a long moment, taking in her outfit, consisting of nothing more exciting than a grey pencil skirt, navy blouse and stilettos.
"You know, you've fucking definitely got that sexy secretary thing going on," he said narrowing his eyes in her direction. "I bet your boss approves."
Missy rolled her eyes, giving a smirk as he led the way up the stairs.
"Well, he's gay," she said matter-of-factly. "So I don't really think he cares."
"Oh then you are wasted on him," said Wade glancing back at her over his shoulder.
Missy smiled to herself staring down at her shoes as she climbed the endless stairs.
Finally after a minute or two they reached the door to Wade's apartment and he pushed it open.
"Welcome to casa del Wilson," he said in a cheery voice, stepping aside for her to pass.
Missy gazed around.
Wade's place was small and a little rough around the edges but was completely Wade's apartment.
The entire place was filled the numerous pop culture references. From the 'artwork' that plastered the walls, to the vinyl's and other random objects that littered the rest of the place.
Right in the centre of the room was a large hastily made bed. And for a moment Missy could just imagine what it would be like to wake up there next to the merc, with warm sunlight pouring in through the large bay window.
She quickly shook herself.
She needed to stop this.
She gave Wade a smile, placing down her purse and removing her coat.
"It's very you…" she said gently, picking up a coffee mug emblazoned with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. She cocked an eye at him, teasingly.
Wade merely chuckled and headed over to a tiny kitchenette, hauling open a beaten up fridge door and pulling out two beers.
He glanced over at Missy as she stared around.
"Love the….artwork," she said smirking at a framed poster of two naked women.
"Oh that's Marie and Jolene," he said with playful grin, coming to stand beside Missy to admire the picture, handing her a beer as he did so. "My ladies."
Missy smiled and gazed around once more.
"No Christmas decorations?" she asked with a coy smile, giving him a nudge.
Wade gave a frown.
"I do have some around here somewhere…." he said moving over to the bed and leaning down to glance underneath. "But's its only November, I've got plenty of time."
"It's December 12th, Wade," said Missy shaking her head, as Wade strolled over to a large cupboard in the corner.
"Fuck me," he said glancing at her. "Is it?"
Missy smirked as Wade gave a sudden yell.
"Aha!" he cried tugging out a large cardboard box and heaving it over onto the bed.
Missy sat down on his bed beside the box as Wade began to open it and rifle through, when suddenly the doorbell buzzed.
"That must be the pizza," said Wade glancing over his shoulder. "I'm gonna have to head downstairs. Wait for me, before you start to make my place look like Santa's fucking grotto please."
Missy smiled as Wade disappeared down the stairs.
She turned to the cardboard box at her side and pulled out a couple of strings of lights.
"Oh my god…" she said to herself suddenly grinning.
Wade came strutting through the door after a moment of two, carrying four large pizza boxes, to find Missy laughing behind her hand.
"What's so funny?" he asked, kicking the door closed behind him and placing the pizza down onto the counter.
Missy suddenly picked a small tacky-looking ornament from the box. It was a small ceramic ornament shaped like a pair of breasts, each adorned with tiny Santa hat. Underneath which, it read –Happy Christmas from Hooters, Jacksonville.
"What is this?" she said making a face, as she pulled out another terrible ornament of an ugly looking beet with a large smiling face with a 'HO HO HO! written underneath in large glittery letters. "Where did you even get these?"
She let out another laugh as Wade grinned and strutted over.
He suddenly tugged out a small figure of a Canadian Mountie, riding a reindeer with a red nose from the box.
"There are terrible," she said tugging on her lip with her teeth and staring up at the merc. "I had no idea you had a penchant for terrible Christmas ornaments, Mr Wilson."
The merc smirked. "Maybe there's a lot you don't know about me," he said picking up the tiny plastic tree and stretching out the branches.
He placed up down onto a low side table, hanging the Mountie decoration onto it as Missy's eyes travelled over him.
Wade had always been a bit of mystery to her.
He knew almost everything about her but she knew so little about him.
She knew what his job was and had been, granted, and that he had grown up in Canada, but that was about it.
And yet, despite all this, Missy still felt as though so had known him all her life, despite it really being only just over a year since they had met.
"You enjoying the view there, sugar-bunny?" he said flashing her a look.
Missy reddened, turning back to the box.
She knew Wade was handsome. That was obvious to anyone.
But he made no effort with his appearance. He was about as low maintenance as they got. Always managing to look effortlessly cool, despite his completely uncool personality.
"So..." uttered Missy after moment, completely avoiding his gaze and plucking a horrendous plastic marijuana plant adorned with baubles with the words Happy Holi-blaze scrawled across it, from the box. "…where do you want this?"
Ten minutes later and the place was already half decorated.
The pair were currently eating pizza and hanging Wade's terrible ornaments around his apartment.
Wade had stuck Wham!'s greatest hits on and now was singing Wake me up before you go-go in an off-key note, as Missy reached up to hang a set of twinkling lights over a curtain rail, laughing at the merc as she did so.
"Hey, George," said Missy in a sarcastic tone. "Can you give me hand with these?"
Missy was tall, especially in her heels, but just couldn't quite manage to hang the last thread of lights.
She stretched, almost making it….when she suddenly felt Wade's firm body press up against hers from behind.
"Allow me," he said in a charming tone, his mouth lingering near to her ear.
Missy felt her breath catch in her throat, as Wade steadied himself with a gentle hand to her hip, leaning over her and hooking the lights over the rail.
She could feel his warm breath trickling over her slender neck, a sudden heat pooling inside her at his closeness.
She pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth, desperately wanting him to linger there, but after a second, Wade pulled away, strolling back over to the cardboard box.
Missy let out a long breath.
What was wrong with her this evening.
She was with David.
She needed to remember that.
She turned and glanced up at Wade to see him clapping his hands together.
"And were done," she said beaming and grabbing another slice of pizza and wolfing it down. "The place now looks like a really festive whorehouse. Congratulations."
"You're welcome," said Missy with nod, smiling and strolling over to the large bay window, where her half-drunk bottle of beer now sat on a small table.
Missy took a seat on Wade's armchair, crossing her slender legs, as Wade plonked himself down on the couch opposite her, throwing the large pizza box down in front of them.
"So…" he asked after a long moment of silence, glancing up at her. "You been avoiding me?"
Missy knew that this was going to come up…
She reddened immediately, glancing down at the floor.
Her mind quickly flickered back to David.
She knew how mad he would be if he'd known she'd been here.
And how angry he'd get…at both her and Wade…
"I'm sorry…" she said earnestly, shaking her head. "It's just that…."
She gave a gulp, trying to search for the right words.
"Well…it's just that…" she said in a quiet voice, toying with the hem of her skirt. "…I-I've been pretty busy…."
She trailed off, avoiding Wade's eye.
But she knew his gaze was fixed on her.
"Right…" said Wade in a disbelieving tone. "Because I thought maybe David had told you to stop seeing me."
Missy glanced up suddenly, giving another gulp.
Wade knew her too well.
"N-No, of course not," she lied, her face burning.
But she could feel tears starting to prick at her eyes as she thought of what the past few weeks had been like for her, cooped up at home, alone. With no-one to talk to.
Every time she had wanted to call Wade, she had thought back to David and what he had said. 'If you really loved me you would promise me you won't see him anymore.'
She did love David. So much.
But Wade was her friend. One of her only friends in fact.
He had been there for her. Throughout David's last affair and now…
But there was nothing going on between David and anyone else….now. He was just working late. She had to keep telling herself that.
"Missy-" began Wade, frowning at her questioningly.
Missy's lip trembled, her eyes travelling to the floor once again.
"I just don't know what to do…" she said quietly.
She was so very confused.
She knew she shouldn't be here….
She would get into so much trouble if he ever found out…
"…I just…"
She looked up at Wade, who titled his head, his eyes so full of concern.
Missy got up and came to sit beside Wade on the couch. She turned herself into him.
"I can't see you anymore…" she said sadly, her eyes falling again to her lap. "I'm sorry, Wade…"
The words broke her heart even to say.
"David says-" she continued, her voice shaky.
But Wade cut across her suddenly, taking her hand in his own.
"Fuck what David says…" he uttered shaking his head, before placing his other hand to her chin and lifting her sad face until her eyes met with his own. "You know when I met you, you wouldn't have given a rat's ass what he told you to do. You shouldn't listen to him. You know I'm gonna be there for you no matter what… whatever the fuck David tries to say!"
Missy breathed hard, her heart suddenly thudding in her chest as she gazed into Wade's dark brown eyes.
And before she could stop herself she had leaned forwards and pressed her lips to his….
For the shortest of moments Wade didn't react, but then Missy felt his lips begin to slowly move against hers.
Gentle at first…his hand snaking around her waist as Missy lifted hers to his chest. Then slowly becoming more and more desperate, heat rising in the two of them….
He tasted like candy apples….
Missy felt his tongue begin to move against hers as she moaned desperately into his mouth.
Hands pawed at the other's clothes as Wade pushed Missy back against the couch cushions, and Wade positioned himself between her legs.
Mouths moved hungrily, both completely uttered desperate for the other. Missy pushing herself against Wade's hips….
His hand sliding down her waist, coming to grip her thigh….
She wanted him…so so badly.
But suddenly, an image of David flashed up in her mind…
She stopped. Tugging her lips quickly away from Wade's.
She stared up at him wide eyed, as he slowly came to move off her, his eyes full of want.
"I'm sorry," said Missy in alarm, pulling herself away from him and getting swiftly to her feet, readjusting her skirt and smoothing down her blouse and long caramel hair.
What had she done?
If David ever found out about this…
"This was a mistake," uttered Missy, shaking her head and avoiding Wade's eye.
She quickly crossed the room grasping up her bag and threw on her coat, making for the door, when suddenly she felt a hand on her arm.
"Missy," said Wade breathlessly. His dark eyes searching her upset features. "Stay here. Look we can forget what just happened…..if that's what you want….. Just don't go back to him."
Missy gave a gulp, staring up into Wade's gentle eyes.
She was, right at this moment, so torn...
So so distraught.
She was terrified of what David would say if he ever found out. She was supposed to be his girlfriend. Ever loyal.
And look at what she had just done.
It was no wonder he had found comfort in the arms of other womenm with a girlfriend like her at home.
"I can't..." said Missy, her eyes full of worry and shame. "David will be home soon. I-I should get back to him-"
She pulled her arm from Wade's grip, and with that, tugged open the front door and fled down the stairs.
She didn't look back...
She couldn't...
She so desperately wanted to stay with Wade.
But David... She could already imagine the anger in his face.
Tears stung at her eyes as she ran from the building as fast as she could on her high-heels.
It was still raining, but Missy didn't care.
Fifteen minutes later she had somehow made it back to her own apartment, completely soaked to the skin.
Giving a small sob she fumbled for her keys and pushed open the door.
The lights were all on.
That must mean-
"Where the hell have you been? I've been home for an hour already," came David's voice as he stepped into the tiny hallway.
He looked irritated, his broad jaw set.
Suddenly felt how cold she really was. She was soaked through and freezing.
David's blue eyes looked her up and down.
"You walked home in this? Look at the state of you," he said with a scowl.
Missy opened her mouth to utter an excuse but David's phone suddenly beeped from his tanned hand. He glanced down at it instantly. His frown deepening as he read whatever was in the screen.
As he typed a reply, Missy made to walk by him.
All she wanted to do was to take a shower and warm up a little.
"So where were you, huh?" snapped David, his voice sounding slightly more angry than it did a couple of moments ago. As if something on his phone had riled him up.
"I was at work..." Missy lied. She felt terrible for doing so.
This was her boyfriend she was treating this way.
He loved her so much and she should never be betraying him like this...
But David was barely listening his phone having beeped again. He gritted his teeth as he read what was on the screen.
Missy's eyes searched his features, getting tenser and tenser by the second.
"What are we having for dinner?" he suddenly said shooting her a dark look. "Or what, am I just supposed to starve?"
Missy glanced down at her rain-sodden clothes.
"I-I could make you something..." she offered, hoping that he would suggest she could change first.
"Wow, brilliant," snapped David in a sarcastic voice, as another text sounded on his phone. "I come home to spend an evening with my fucking girlfriend and she says she 'could' make me dinner... Y'know Missy, sometimes I don't even know why I bother coming home."
Missy felt panic rise in her.
"I'm sorry..." she uttered quickly, her eyes wide.
"Do you even still love me?" He said pointing his finger at her. "Because sometimes it feels like you don't-"
"I do..." Missy said hurriedly.
Tears pricked at her eyes once more.
"Really? Because look at you. You're a mess," he said staring her up at down disapprovingly. "And you wonder why I'm never home anymore..."
Missy gave a gulp, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling.
She had always tried her hardest with her appearance.
On her dates with David she always make sure she wore her hair the way he liked, wore her make up a certain way. Wore the outfits he chose for her...
But she had disappointed him, yet again.
"I'm sorry..." she repeated, wiping at her tear and rain soaked cheeks, running her hands through her wet hair.
She couldn't even look at him. He must be disgusted with her right now.
What kind of girlfriend was she?
"I-I'll go make dinner..." she said, keeping her head bowed and heading into the kitchen, cold and upset.
She deserved this.
For what happened earlier worn Wade
It hurt her to even think of the merc right now.
Part of her so desperately wanted to back with him at his apartment, eating pizza. She could still feel him on her lips, his warm, gentle hands on her body. The desperation she had felt for him…
But that made her a terrible person.
It was David she needed to be thinking of right now.
Forty minutes later and Missy was sat at the dinner table beside David.
She has somehow quickly managed to serve up a nice meal of seasoned chicken, green beans and potatoes. And was also able to get changed into some dry clothes.
She chanced a glance up at David who was toying with his plate of food, paying more attention to his cell phone.
He was tapping at it furiously with one hand, as if writing an angry reply to whoever was on the other end.
Missy gave a gulp, and let her eyes drop to her plate once more.
Ten minutes of silence later, David pushed his plate away and got up from his seat suddenly.
He pressed his phone quickly to his ear and disappeared from the room.
Missy got up from the table herself taking the plates into the kitchen.
She could hear the distant sound of David from the bedroom, his voice raised in hushed whispers at someone over the phone.
Giving a trembling sigh, she scraped the leftovers into the waste disposal before placing the dishes into the sink and heading back into the living room.
Missy dropped down onto the couch, curling her legs beneath her.
Right now she felt empty...
That was the only way she could describe it...
A second later David joined her, tossing his phone down onto the coffee table and flicking on the TV,, before taking a seat beside her.
He flung him arm over the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide. Missy brightened momentarily.
This was the way it used to be.
Just the two of them, snuggling up together in front of a movie.
Missy glanced over at David.
He still looked angry, his jaw set.
She wanted to apologise to him. For being such a shit girlfriend... For managing to disappoint him time after time...
Missy was just about to open her mouth to speak, when David suddenly turned to her, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into him.
Pressing his lips to hers. Hard.
Perhaps too hard...
David pushed her back against the couch roughly, his tongue entering her mouth.
This was all she had wanted for so so long.
Back to how it used to be...
But it was never like this.
David's hands were all over her, pressing himself against her. Hurting her...
Missy pushed him suddenly away, breathing hard….
David's eyes became black.
"What the fuck?" he said angrily, shaking his head.
Missy paled.
What had she done?
"I'm sorry ..." she said quickly, forcing a smile and shaking her own head. "I was just... L-Lets carry on..."
She made to kiss him again but David tugged his head away from her. His eyebrows knitted together furiously.
"What? Are you turning into some sort of frigid bitch now is that it?" he snapped.
The words stung.
"No, no..." said Missy hurriedly, desperately trying to explain herself.
"You realise I could have any girl," he said sitting back up. "And yet I still choose to be with you... And this is how you thank me."
Missy felt panic rising within her.
"I didn't mean it-" she started.
But suddenly David's phone beeped from the coffee table.
He reached for it instantly, like a cat on a mouse.
Missy stared up at him, watching as a sudden flicker of a smile appeared on his face, at whatever was on the screen.
David quickly got to his feet, grabbing his coat.
"W-where are you going?" She asked. Terrified to even know the answer.
"Work," he stated bluntly, shoving his coat over his shoulders.
"It's 8.45?!" said Missy getting to her own feet.
But David didn't even look at her, instead he merely headed for the door.
"Them don't wait up," he said with a shrug, and without so much as a backward glance in her direction, he was gone.
And Missy could do nothing more than to collapse onto the sofa, bursting into tears.
She didn't even notice the sound of her cell phone buzzing inside her purse. With the words 'Wade calling...' across the brightly-lit screen.
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