Chapter 24
The Unwelcomed House Guest
I knew something was up and I suspected it involved Kenna. I waited and called Wilson's apartment about 9:30 p.m. figuring he'd be back in the apartment by 10:00 p.m. if they were going to go there. They had to be together or Wilson would have told me about what his plan were. Knocking on the door, I grew impatient when no one answered although I could hear music. I took out the extra key Wilson keeps in his top drawer at work and used it to get in when no one answered walking straight into the living room. Two glasses sat on the coffee table which meant that they had probably retired to the bedroom. I braced myself and opened the door. They were just starting to get to the good part. Wilson had her breast in one hand and was kissing her deeply. I didn't have to say anything, Kenna saw me out of the corner of her eye and screamed bloody murder. It even frightened me. Wilson rolled off of her and looked up like I must be an ax murder or some home invader. That's when I got a good look. Her perfect C cup breasts were still round, pert and symmetrical. The nipples were larger, more pronounced but she was beautiful laying there with her breasts tilted up to the ceiling and her little cotton panties framing her hips. I wanted to grab her, touch her, take her, just the two of us. After she left, Wilson was livid but I had expected this.
"House, that's it...you can't really believe you have the right to come into my apartment and do this. Did you think this was going to make Kenna want to come back to you? I can't deal with you anymore, get out."
The best thing to do was to get up and leave but I didn't (of course.) "You think I enjoy watching you flirt with her? How would you feel if I flirted with your ex-wives?"
"I'd find it amusing knowing how much they each hate you. This isn't the same, she lived with you for a year, you both went your separate ways and it was sixteen years ago, get over it." Wilson sat down in the easy chair, "She told me that you two never talked about being in love. So why are you so damn fixated on her?"
I got up and went to the front door, opened it, turned around and said, "Because I was happy then. Do you know how little happiness there is in this world, how little of it I've had?" Walking out, I slammed the door hoping that I had driven home my point—hoping I had scared him away. It was going to take some time for Wilson to calm down and get over this, but in the meantime, score one for Greg House. I drove straight to Kenna's apartment. The lights were on but she wouldn't open the door, she wouldn't even answer the doorbell. I knew that Wilson had probably called her and told her that I had just left.
I went home and climbed into bed and for the first time in months I had something to fantasize about. I hadn't been this aroused since Stacy and I had sex several years ago behind her husband's back. The funny thing was that I wasn't sure what the end game was. I didn't want a relationship. I had resigned myself after my fiasco with Stacy and Lisa that I couldn't carry a relationship as long as I was in this kind of physical pain. The worse I feel, the more I lash out. I was like an injured animal and God forbid that someone got in the way when the pain was at its worst.
Still, I thought it would be great if I could screw her, just for old time's sake. I'd like to know if she still felt and smelled the same when I held her or was inside her. But more important, I just didn't want to think of any other man having her. But seeing how fast Wilson had gotten her into bed, I knew that was a losing battle.