Chapter 14
Holly
I didn’t know what to expect as I made my way over to Alex’s condo. He had told me that he wanted to have a nice, relaxing dinner and that he was going to prepare the dinner for me himself. I hadn’t thought that rich handsome guys like him even knew how to cook, so of course, my curiosity was piqued by his offer.
I told him that I would be there around eight but that I may end up running just a little bit late because I had a huge stack of homework papers and unit tests that I had to finish grading before I left the house.
My body was still on fire from the last hot, passionate night we’d shared, and I really was looking forward to another.
Alex truly was absolutely amazing in bed and the thought that he may want to get serious with someone like me made my heart just about ready to leap out of my chest! I mean, I knew I was a decent looking woman and I had a pretty good sense of style and a good head on my shoulders, but I was nothing like those stick-figure women in the fashion magazines with their too-perfect-to-be-real huge fake tits, shinier-than-the-sun blond hair, and blemish-free skin. You know, the kind of women that wealthy, handsome men usually wanted.
To be honest, I was still having a hard time believing that someone like Alex could actually be serious about someone like me. Still, the thought that he just might be the real deal made my heart skip a beat and made butterflies start dancing around in my belly. I put an extra skip in my step as I made my way down the long hallway toward his door.
I gave my hair one last flip and licked my lips seductively as I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it.
“Alex, I’m here!” I said sweetly as I opened the door and stepped inside the front room. What I saw made my jaw hit the fucking floor. My heart sank like a rock.
A blond woman with a perfect Barbie doll body and the longest legs I’ve ever seen was in her sexy little thin bra and panty set had her arms wrapped around my Alex. My Alex. Her black dress was in a heap on the floor below her stiletto-clad feet. Her breasts were up against his chest and her lips were pressed to his.
When the two of them heard me walk in, she quickly turned around to face the front door, and Alex’s mouth dropped open almost as wide as mine had.
It seemed like time slowed down and everything was moving in slow motion. In that quick moment, which couldn’t have been more than just a few seconds, it felt like an eternity. I couldn’t even speak because my mouth refused to move, and I couldn’t even move because my legs refused to budge. I just stood there like an idiot in the doorway, frozen in an awkward silence.
“Who’s that?” the blonde suddenly said, removing her arms from around Alex’s neck.
When she finally spoke, it was like her words broke the awkward silence in the room and my body was instantly snapped back into the reality of the situation. I turned around on my heels and started running as fast as I could back down the long hallway toward the elevator. My eyes were quickly filling with tears and I didn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
“Holly!” Alex called out to me as I reached the elevator and pressed the button, frantically, over and over again. “Holly, wait!”
The elevator door opened and I hurried inside, immediately pressing the “L” button, causing the doors to start closing. I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall. But it was too late. The elevator doors had closed and I already was on my way back down to the lobby.
The tears filled my eyes and overflowed as the elevator dropped down toward the bottom floor. As they ran down my cheeks I sobbed silently, wiping the salty streams with my hands. I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. But the worst part about was that it didn’t make any sense at all to me. Why would he call me and invite me over to dinner just to do something like that?
Maybe that was how rich playboys rolled. Maybe they played games with regular Janes like me. That woman in her underwear looked just like one of those blonde-haired, blue-eyed Barbie doll bimbos that I always saw in the magazines in the check-out aisles. Maybe that really was what he preferred. Maybe I really was just a fling, just something—or someone—to do, to pass the time with until he found what he really wanted.
Who fucking knows. The elevator doors finally opened up on the lobby. I raced out the front door of the high-rise building and ran to my car as fast as I could. When I got to my car, I started it up and sped out of the parking garage. My tears were still falling down my cheeks as I drove down the street toward my apartment.
My cell phone started to ring almost immediately. I didn’t want to check it but my curiosity eventually got the best of me. While sitting at a red light, I reached into the outer pocket of my large leather purse and pulled my phone out. Looking at the LCD screen, I saw that it was Alex’s number and I immediately pressed the button to send it to voicemail.
After I got back to my apartment, I speed dialed Joana’s number on video chat. I really needed someone to talk to and she was the only person I trusted right now. Thankfully, she answered the call on the third ring. Joana was always there for me whenever I needed her.
“Hey, girl, what’s up?” she answered cheerfully.
Her face instantly appeared on my LCD screen. She was all dolled up like she was getting ready to go out on the town—again. Sometimes I envied her free-spirited, doesn’t-give-a-fuck-about-anything attitude—especially in times like these.
“Oh, Jo, you’ll never believed what just happened,” I said, holding back my sobs.
“Oh, my God, Holly. Are you crying? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Jo, he was there with another woman! Alex was with another woman!”