When he felt that the blonde was ready to hung up he suddenly tone down his voice

“Please baby, I want to talk to you, I want to see you, and I’ve missed you. I believe you now, I’ll believe everything that you say, I’ll do whatever you want me to do but please don’t hang up the phone, please baby…”

“Richard I hate to say this over the phone but whatever it is that’s going on between us it’s over. Go back to your wife”

Richard laughed, “What the FUCK are you talking about?!”

“You heard me; I said it’s over between us. So get your shit together and go home to your wife”

“Well it’s fucking too late for that because I just told Patricia about us and she agreed to have a divorce so we can be together”

“What did you just say?”

“Patricia knows about us already so you see baby you don’t have to worry anymore. After the divorce, we’ll get married,” Richard said smiling

“What made you think that I’m going to marry you?”

“You don’t have to tell me because I can feel it baby, I can feel it”

“Richard, I’m going to tell you this and you better listen”

“What is it baby?”

“WE ARE SO FUCKING OVER” the blonde said then disconnected the call. 

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Richard clamped the cigarette between his teeth and took his wallet from his back pocket. He opened it and smiled as he stared at Christina’s picture. She didn’t want to give him a picture so he took it from her photo album one day while she was in the blonde’s apartment waiting for her arrival. No doubt, Christina was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, more beautiful than Patricia.

He leaned his head against the car headrest and took a deep drag of the cigarette. He closed his eyes and let his mind imagine every part of Christina’s body. His excitement was beginning to rise once again and he couldn’t wait to see her, kiss her, touch her and fuck her. Whatever Christina said to him yesterday about them being over he was so sure the blonde didn’t really mean it.