Karen stared at the pile of paper that was on her desk. Where was the assistant she acquired nearly four years ago when she married Willl? She was supposed to be doing something about that. Oh, right, she was on vacation with her family in Maui or Malawi; some place with an M. It didn't matter. What mattered was Karen was stuck with a paper filled desk and a three year old who was going to walk through the doors in a matter of minutes and nothing had gotten done.
She tapped her nails against the grey keyboard sitting in front of her. The cursor was blinking, taunting her to write something. It was a letter to her lawyer, not her husband, but the lawyer her in-laws decided to pair her up with. It was a letter deciding to completely severe her relations to anything Stanley Walker had to offer. Every month she would get a check in her name from him, with his perfect signature she herself had come to forge. But this was from a different country every month.
She had to severe the phone calls that kept coming and the random packages left on her doorstep at odd hours of the night. They all had been time stamped. Some were while her and her daughter was out. Some were in the middle of the night when everyone should have been asleep. It was scary sometimes. She hadn't told Will, never did when Stan called. And when he didn't leave a message she could hear the heavy breathing on the other line.
There was no easy way to tell Will that her ex-husband, a man he didn't know about, was calling her and had been for the entirety of their marriage. He called the day Aurora had been born, the day Karen got married, the day she and Will moved into the home the Truman's bought them; all the important days he called. It didn't bother her at the beginning, but when he started to incorporate the things she did with Aurora or Will or even her in-laws; she had to put a stop to it. She prevented Stanley Walker from having a baby, she couldn't have one, she didn't think it was possible and the situation was dropped.
The phone rang. She stared at the grey box at the top waiting for the familiar phone number, the out of the country phone number to illuminate the screen. But the name Marilyn flashed. Sighing she picked up the phone, held it to her ear and continued to tap against the keyboard.
"Afternoon, Marilyn." Karen said calmly, wanting to please the woman who was becoming rather annoying lately. She had decided Aurora wanted a Cowgirl themed birthday party, when actually Aurora wanted nothing of the sort.
"Karen, have you heard from Will?" She asked. Karen stopped moving. Had she heard from Will? She did… No. She didn't.
"I can't remember the last time I did. I'm sure I have recently though. I have a lot on my mind at the moment." Karen said, reaching for her cellular device and getting it to come alive. No messages.
"Strange." Marilyn said. "Sam just called me and said that Will was out in the city."
"It's where he works Marilyn."
"I know that, dear. But Sam said that he saw him in a café with a man, looking rather cozy."
Man. Rather cozy. Karen shook her head. They had gotten past that. She made sure of it. "I'm sure it was just a client, Marilyn." Karen heard the front door swing open and rattle against the entryway table, and the sound of little feet scurrying through the house in the direction of her office. "Marilyn, Aurora just got home. I'll talk to Will and let you know."
In a matter of seconds Karen had the phone back in its cradle and her daughter in her arms. Aurora rambled on about her day with Sabrina, the nanny, and how they went to the zoo, the park, and to the fountain in Central Park. Karen listened, and thought about what her husband was doing out in the city, in a café, with a man, being cozy. Shaking her head, she kissing Aurora's head, and focused back on the child. The girl was only going to be three once.
Karen disappeared again, into her office, when Will got home and Aurora filled him in on her day and her afternoon with Karen. Making cookies and making lemonade was the activity of the day. She sat down in her enormous black chair, stared at her computer and began to write.
"Hey, you alright?" She snapped the lid to her computer shut and locked eyes with Will who was leaning against the doorway in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting t—shirt. She smiled and nodded, getting up slowly, walking over to him seductively. If he was with a man, she was going to find out and get to the bottom of it.
She wrapped her arms around his middle, burying her face in his chest and inhaled. He smelled spicy, he always smelled spicy and tonight he smelled spicy and sweet. Sweet like…no. She kissed the spot she was smelling and couldn't help but smile when she felt Will's hands trail up her neck and frame her face, pulling her to him.
The way he kissed her was slow and every so often a bit hard, demanding and wanting more from her. Which she was willing to give. His teeth would graze her bottom lip, getting her to open her mouth, allowing him to enter, and tease her. Where his teeth would graze, his lips would follow, causing her to moan. As he pinned her against the edge of her desk, an act that had happened on more than one account, her mind raced to the letter she had just printed and set on the top of her desk. What hand should she move to flip the damn piece of paper over and hide it from her husband?
It didn't matter. Will had Karen by the hand leading her up the stairs and down the hallway, fumbling with each other's clothing as they made it to their bedroom. Her eyes snuck a glance at the clock in the hallway; it was past Aurora's bedtime. Will must have put her to bed. She had already eaten dinner by the time Will had gotten home. God she hoped Will put her to bed. And she prayed that Aurora would sleep for a few hours, enough to have Will calm Karen into a sated state.
"I like your ankles," Will said, placing a kiss to the small black mark on her left ankle. "They're delicate. They make you the dancer." Karen laughed. "I like you're legs. They're your frames." He said, placing a kiss inside her thighs, close to her center, but close enough to make her moan in anticipation. "I like your stomach. It carried our daughter." He kissed the scar. "I like your neck, it tells me you're alive." He kissed the vein, shooting a wave of need down her body. He propped himself up on one arm, his fingers tracing her face. "And I love you."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him as hard as she could. She could feel the guilt in his kiss. He never said anything like that. It was too cheesy; he would agree. There was no conversation, not anymore, when he slipped into her and began to rock his hips against hers'. They had gotten to the point where no words were necessary to tell each other how fast or how slow they needed to be going.
But Karen dug her fingernails into Will's back, scraping them, urging him on. She needed more, she had to have more, especially if he was cheating on her. She could feel the sensation starting to build in the pit of her stomach, and winced, causing Will to stop. She shook her head, kissed him, and silently begged for him to make it hurt. And he did. With every stroke he buried himself in her; something that had gotten her pregnant in the first place, something that made her sore for weeks, preventing her from walking. It was a constant reminder of why she couldn't have children with Stan.
She pushed him away. Pushed her husband away when they were both on the brink of their breaking point. Panting, she stared into his brown eyes and saw the desire, the need to take her right then and their, to finish her off. Rolling over, out from under him, she made her way into the bathroom and cursed herself. She knew he was right behind her, when she looked up in the mirror, she didn't see him. Sighing, she bent her head over the sink, a wave of nausea coming over her.
Sex. They had lots of sex. They could never keep their hands off of each other. They had these hot tumultuous affairs that would leave them in love with each other more so than before they started. But as she counted the beats of her heart inside her chest, reaching fifty, then a hundred in a matter of seconds, she couldn't figure out what was wrong. She was turning around to make her way back to the bedroom, to finish, to make him cry her name in pleasure, when she found her back against the white tiles of her bathroom wall.
Will was kissing her, the way he did when they had gone home after announcing their engagement. He was holding her the way he did the night of their wedding. He was rocking against her, inside of her, the way he did every chance they had the first weeks after they had been married. She pulled his hair, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hand slamming against the wall that shared Aurora's bathroom. She silently prayed that this didn't wake her up. They sensation, was there, ready to explode and it did when Will kissed her and touched her in a way that was feather light and almost non-existent. It was when he spilled into her that he yelled her name, in a whisper, into her ear; his breath hot and arousing.
He wiped away the tear that had formed on her cheek. It was from the sweat she was planning on saying if he asked. He didn't. He just drug her into the shower and made love to her again before pulling her into bed with him. She was able to catch the time; 3:45. They had been in the shower for nearly an hour, Aurora was still asleep, and her body was completely sated; for now.
"I was with a client today, in the café." Will said before placing a kiss to Karen's shoulder. He liked to kiss the water drops off her body, claiming they were sweet. "I saw Sam across the street. He no doubt called Mom. And she no doubt called you."
"She did." Karen said. "I thought nothing of it." She lied.
"His wife left him with no word, nothing. Just picked up and left." Will said, almost sadly. "If you left me, I'd come find you."
"Good. But I'm never leaving you." Her voice slipping into sleepy state.
"I love you, Karen." Will said. Karen let out a light snore; Will simply smiled and let his wife sleep. But Karen wasn't asleep. Instead she was listening to the faint vibration in her bedside drawer.
"Karen, it's Stan. You're husband is delightful. Too bad he doesn't know who you really are."