Diary of the Mistress
From the moment that Chris stumbled into our apartment, I knew something was wrong, my imagination beginning to run wild. My eyes were glued to him, falling down to his hand clutching onto the door knob, blood dried up on his knuckles.
What has he done?
Rushing over towards him, my hands fell onto my hips as if it were second nature, Chris reluctantly turning to look at me with a clenched jaw.
“What did you do, Chris?” I asked with a bit of hesitation, mostly because I was terrified of his confession.
Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Chris simply replied with slight annoyance in his tone, his tall frame towered over me as he attempted to escape my interrogation with little success.
Since the New Year, Chris and I haven’t been okay, I realize that, but I rather play dumb and act like I don’t see it. Like I don’t see him slipping away from me. I would be lying if I said I don’t envy Ashton, because I do.
She’s stealing him from me.
Feeling defeated, I took a step back, Chris slowly brushing past me and walking towards the back of the house.
I didn’t follow him.
It seemed like I couldn’t move, so many thoughts running through my mind that if felt like my head was on the verge of exploding. Pressing my palms to my face, I held them there, slowly inhaling and exhaling through the cracks of my fingers. Inching towards the couch, I sat down on the fluffy cushion, bringing a pillow into my lap and cradling it as I heard Chris in the bedroom shuffling through the dresser drawers.
The strong side of me wanted to storm towards him, demanding reasons for the sudden out of character behavior, but I didn’t. Yet again the weak side won, my body still planted onto the couch.
The side that doesn’t want to lose him won, again.
The towel was wrapped tight around my waist as I inched towards the bedroom, water dripping from my chin down onto my chest. Walking into the room, I was greeted with Ellie lying on the bed with her back turned to me. Although her face was hidden, it wasn’t necessary for me to see the pain in her eyes; I know I’m hurting her.
Awkwardly clearing my throat, I pulled the towel from off and around me, thoroughly drying my body before sliding a clean pair of boxers on. Adjusting the elastic around my waist, I glanced up to see Ellie sitting up in the bed with her eyes glued to me.
Unable to look away, I remained in one place, the tension in the room growing awkward.
“Come here.” She whispered, softly patting the empty spot next to her, my spot.
Pressing my lips together, I fulfilled her request, crawling up to the top of the bed and turning so that my back was up against our iron headboard. The silence was uncomfortable, my hands resting palm up in my lap as I nervously fidgeted with my fingers.
Taking a deep breath, Ellie positioned herself onto my body, her head resting on my chest. Hesitantly, I slid my arm around her shoulder, my hand falling down onto her exposed thigh. For minutes we stayed in that position, the silence still present but the tension less awkward. Ellie gently stroked up and down my chest, her manicured fingernail tracing circles on my skin.
“We need to get away.” She murmured, glancing up at me with her piercing green eyes. “What do you think?”
Meeting her gaze, I grazed my lips with my tongue, realizing that I have been neglecting Ellie for Ashton, which was never my intent. I let a smile fall onto my face, slowly nodding my head, my way of letting Ellie know that I’m willing to fight for our relationship.
“Where did you have in mind? I start back work on Monday.” I gently tickled up and down her smooth skin with the tips of my fingers, feeling a bit of relief that we weren’t too far gone.
As much as I want Ashton, I want Ellie too.
I want them both.
I woke up to Chris soft touch, his large body weighing into the empty side of the mattress.
“Wake up, I bought coffee.” He smiled with his brows raised, gently lifting and lowering a medium sized travel coffee cup in his hand.
Slowly sitting up, I adjusted the blankets over my legs, grasping onto the cup and bringing it into my lap. Chris turned in the bed so that he was up against the headboard as well, his long legs nearly to end of the mattress.
“So how’d you sleep?” He asked, turning his cup up to his lips.
“Alright, I guess.” Gently touching my face, the bruise on my eye wasn’t hurting as badly as the day before, I looked over at Chris whose attention was focused on his black and white converse. “Does it look horrible?” I hesitantly asked, pushing my bangs from my eyes.
Placing his cup down, Chris held the side of my cheek, softly pressing his finger around the tender spots. “It looks like that stuff worked, huh? Does it hurt?”
“Well, yeah. He did punch me in the face, Chris. It’s going to hurt for a while.” I murmured, fidgeting with the top of the cup.
Sucking his teeth, Chris stood up to his feet, looking down at me. “Okay, smart ass. Do you have the weekend off?”
Lowering my brows, I turned some in the bed to meet his gaze, his bright skin glowing under the sunlight shining through the window.
“No, I never work on the weekends.” I lied, knowing that if I told Chris that Abraham fired me he would grow even angrier. What I don’t need.
“Good, pack a bag. Ellie and I are going to her parents for the weekend; I want you to come too.” Those were the last words he said before disappearing from the room, leaving me alone with confused thoughts.
Jumping to my feet, I rushed behind him, the hardwood floors cold to my feet. Walking into the living room, Chris was sliding on his leather jacket, glancing up at me with a small smile on his ridiculously handsome face.
“Chris.” I sighed, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“Hm.” He mumbled, adjusting his collar and looking up to meet my gaze.
“What are we doing?” I lowly asked, looking down at my painted toenails.
For a moment, Chris stood silent, letting his hands fall to his side. Walking over to me, Chris used his index finger to lift my chin, my eyes slowly meeting his.
I couldn’t help but admire his undeniable beauty, short curls forming at the top of his head and stubble along his cheeks and chin. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his large pink lips together, his thick eyebrows rising as if he had thought of what to say but quickly lowered, almost like he dismissed whatever he had thought to say.
“I honestly don’t know, Ashton.” He admitted, sliding his hand around his neck and holding it there. “I just don’t want you here alone while I’m gone. At least I’ll know you’ll be safe with me.” Chris studied me with uncertainty, waiting for my answer.
My better judgment told me to deny his invite, but the look on his face made me choose otherwise. Grasping onto his large hands, I let a smile fall onto my face, even though I had apprehension about going on a trip with him and his girlfriend, where clearly my presence is unwanted, I agreed because I know he wanted me there.
Pulling back, Chris began to walk away, my eyes taking notice to the slight limp he took with each step. My feet mounted to the ground as I tilted my head sideways and examined the rest of his body, my mouth slowly dropping as I realized what he had done.
“Please tell me you didn’t.” I hissed before he could get out of the door, Chris stopping in his tracks but not turning to look at me.
Remaining silent, Chris turned around, slowly meeting my glare. He gently bit down on his plump bottom lip, staring at me with his large chocolate eyes; that look answering all of my questions.
With a huff, I quickly folded my arms across my chest, rolling my eyes and glancing back over towards him. “Chris, I told you not to do anything. Why?” I asked with irritation, simply because I didn’t want him bargaining his life for my problems.
Scoffing, Chris shook his head back and forth, his strong jaw now clenched tight as he gazed at me with his thick brows low. “Ashton, don’t worry about it.” He growled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s taken care of, if you don’t want to know then don’t ask shit about it.” His sweet attitude flew out the window the second that I questioned his actions, the calm expression on his face now replaced with an angry scowl. “Just drop it, alright? You don’t need to worry about that nigga anymore.” Pressing his lips together, he looked up at me with sympathy in his eyes, his way of apologizing. “I’ll be back to get you in an hour.”
With that, Chris left me alone in my apartment, my mind so confused that I didn’t know what to think.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared as hell, my brain constantly replaying last night’s events over and over, only making me more anxious. When Ellie suggested that we go to her parents for the weekend, I was ecstatic to get out of town, away from all of the drama.
The worst scenario has been present in my mind though, what if I do caught? I’ve been exploring my memories all morning, trying to remember who the woman was.
If she remembers me it’s over.
To be quite honest, I have no idea what I’m doing. Not just with this, but in my life period.
I don’t want to hurt Ellie or Ashton, neither one of them deserve that, but I don’t want to lose them either. There’s no easy way out of this situation without breaking a heart.
I may want to go on this weekend getaway for my own selfish reasons, but it could also help my relationship with Ellie, I don’t want to lose it…not yet.
Like I said, I’m so confused. I don’t know what I want.
I can’t deny that it made my skin crawl when Chris asked if Ashton could tag along on our trip, but at this point I’ll take anything that I can get, even if I have to share him.
Zipping up my bag, I slid the scarf around my neck, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking my cell phone up from the mattress. Chris had promised to be back by this time, but lately his words mean nothing to me, so I don’t hold onto them anymore.
Listening to the ring and ring, I moved my foot back and forth, pushing a curl from my ear when he picked up.
“You owe me a favor.” I sighed, a smile falling onto my face as I listened to him laugh.
“I’ll be right back.” I mumbled, leaning over and talking to Ellie through the half rolled down window, flashing a small smile at her before turning towards Ashtons’ building.
As I walked up the steps, I could feel her eyes on me, the tension still awkward between us but not as bad as before. The elevator doors were still open once I entered the building, my finger pressing the ‘up’ button as I stepped inside, staring at my reflection in the walls made of mirrors. I impatiently tapped my foot against the floors, waiting for the doors to open so I could retrieve Ashton and we could leave town. The quicker, the better.
Knocking on Ashtons’ door, I slid my hands into the pockets of my shorts and nervously chewed on the inside of my cheeks. Raising my fist to knock again, Ashton opened the door, her eyes wide as if she were surprised to see me.
“You didn’t hear me knockin’?” I asked more rudely than intended but the thought of being caught was getting the best of me.
“Yeah, I did. You just scared me, that’s all.”
I instantly felt bad, I could hear it in Ashtons’ voice that I hurt her feelings with my rough tone, the last thing that I ever want to do.
“Sorry.” Sighing, I watched as Ashton’ forced a smile onto her face, knowing that she wasn’t pleased with my attitude at all.
Waiting for her to lock the door, I picked her carryon bag up from the floor, gripping it tight in my hand. Ashton began to walk, my eyes examined her curvy body, the jeans that she was wearing made it hard to look away.
More like impossible.
As if this situation wasn’t already awkward enough, once we made it to the taxi cab, I realized that Ashton and Ellie would be forced to sit in a close proximity, my worst nightmare.
Leaning into the front window, I forced a grin onto my face, hoping that would help my case when talking to the taxi driver. “Uh, do you mind moving this stuff?” I nervously asked, pointing to the stacks of paper in the passenger seat.
“No, backseat only.” The cab driver bluntly said, never taking his eyes from the game beeping on his cell phone.
Huffing, I rolled my eyes and stood back up straight, walking to the back of the cab and putting Ashtons’ bag inside the trunk before slamming it. Ashton patiently waited for me, her hands grasping onto the side of the door, her mind obviously made up that she wasn’t going to sit next to Ellie, which meant I’d be in the middle.
Normally a man would be exact to sit in between two gorgeous women, but not me. Not today.
Sliding into the seat, Ellie smiled at me, her eyes covered with large sunglasses. Returning a small grin, I sat back straight, Ashtons’ body pressed up against mine as she closed the door. The touch of Ellies’ hand on my thigh startled me, glancing down to see her hand palm up and open, waiting for mine.
It was obvious that she was trying to mark her territory, that being me.
Hesitantly intertwining our fingers, I peered over at Ashton who quickly glared at me before turning completely towards the window.
Well isn’t this fun.
The ride to Ellies’ parent’s house was longer than expected, it seemed to be a lot of trouble for just a weekend getaway, but I didn’t complain because I know Chris wouldn’t listen anyway.
I wasn’t going for him though.
Well, that’s partly true. My main reasoning for going was to get away from the city for a day or two, away from Abraham and all of the chaos. I need a break.
Finally, the driver pulled up in front of a large house, probably a mansion, and parked the taxi. Ellies’ parents I’m assuming, rushed towards the car with opened arms, embracing Ellie as if they hadn’t seen her in forever.
Chris glanced over at me, my first time seeing his face since the ridiculously long drive, forcing a smile on his adorable face. “You okay?” He asked in almost a whisper, probably worried that Ellie would hear and snatch him away.
It’s safe to say I’m jealous.
“I’m fine, Chris.” I spat back, letting him know that I was beyond irritated and over the whole foolish scenario.
Huffing, Chris sat in the leather seat, still staring at me. Acting like a child, I chose to ignore his attempt to smooth things over, this situation reminding me of Abraham, which made me sick to my stomach.
Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to this, the cab ride alone has proven that this trip will be awkward and uncomfortable.
“Chris, bring my bag in for me, babe?” Ellie asked, her eyes barely visible through the dark shades.
Clearing his throat, Chris dropped his gaze from mine, awkwardly smiling when nothing was funny at all.
“Sure, babe.” Chris grinned, sliding out of the seat and standing to his feet.
The outside of the house was beautiful, but the inside was simply breathtaking. A large chandelier hung in the foyer and a spiral staircase led up to the second floor, it was decorated like one of the model homes in the magazines, one that I could never afford; especially now that I’m unemployed.
“Hi, I’m Helen. You must be, Ashton. Ellie told me that you would be joining us this weekend.” Ellies’ mother greeted me, her hand in the center of my back as she led me further into the house.
“Yes, thank you so much for allowing me to stay with you. I hope I’m not imposing.” I smiled nervously, somewhat taken back by her forwardness.
“Oh, no, honey. We’ve got plenty of room, make yourself at home. I’ll let Ellie show you to your room.” Helen explained, assuming that Ellie and I were girlfriends, which is completely false.
Even though we haven’t had exchanged words, I can feel the negativity energy. From the way she looks at me, I know that we have a problem.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Ellie watching me, only making me more nervous than what I was. Turning towards her, she waited a few steps up on the staircase, a smug look on her face as if she was waiting to get me alone to say whatever is burning on her mind, but I’m ready for it.
As I approached her, I heard a male voice, but I assumed it was Chris until I heard Helen, Ellies’ mother shriek with excitement, glancing back to see a man walking through the door. Just by looking at him, my heart beat quickened and sweat formed in the palms of my hands, he’s gorgeous.
Maybe this trip will be better than expected, especially if he sticks around.