Chapter 14 The D-day
Jessica stared confusedly at her lover. “What is it that you can't do? Did something happen to you out there?” Her eyes shone with worry and a bit of confusion.
Chris shook his head. “No, not that. Nothing bad happened to me. I just mean… Today is the day I get divorced, Jessica and I don't think I can pull through with it.”
Her worry turned into disappointment almost immediately as a frown settled on her face. “You can't pull through with it or you don't want to?”
A sigh left his mouth. “Jessica–” he whined.
“No,” she raised her hand to his face to shun him. “You're the same, both of you!”
“What do you mean?” His brow subconsciously arched.
“What do I mean? You and Cara, both of you are the same. Why isn't one thing enough for you? Cara cheats and sleeps around with other men because she claims you are terrible at sex which I know is an excuse because you are not terrible.
“I don't remember the number of men she has hooked up with and only the heavens know how many more there were before I met her. And now you, you are blind to all of that and you are feeling this stupid guilt towards her even though she didn't care about you. She still doesn't give a fck about you.”
She flung her arms in the air with a sigh as if she had given up on convincing him. “You know what? Do whatever you like, I don't care. But remember that I am here and I am carrying your baby and that should be enough for you!”
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist even though she resisted. “Jessica,” he said softly. “I am so sorry for putting you through all of this pressure. I didn't mean to be so inconsiderate of your feelings. I should never have said what I said, I should never have put you in that spot.”
She faked a tear and her face distorted into a sad expression. “I just can't. I have been under so much pressure lately, I don't even feel like myself anymore. The baby… it's–it's changing me somehow…” she sighed. “I don't know.”
“Hey no, don't do that, no tears.” Chris held her head and placed it against his chest as he patted her back softly. “I'm sorry.” He pressed his lips against the middle of her head and hugged her tighter to himself.
Jessica grinned against his chest. She thought to herself; ‘boy it is so easy to fool a man. A fake tear and they feel so bad that they'll do anything you ask!’
She kept pretend sobbing against his chest, letting him feel that guilt a little while longer.
Meanwhile, Cara had gotten up early to exercise at the gym in the resident complex building and then took a shower, ate and got ready.
What other way to show a man what he was missing by leaving you than to dress sexy?
That was the thought that came to her head. So she threw on a spag arm mini red dress that exposed most of her thigh and a golden strap high heel.
Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, the curls she had added at the tip causing it to bounce more easily and effectively. Make up wasn't really her thing, yet she plastered it on her face.
Cherry red lipstick, dark eye liner, powder, everything she knew. And though she wasn't an expert, it called out her inner beauty, making her more attractive than she had ever been.
Her earrings were a ball of gold hanging down her ear and the pendant of her necklace was the same. She decorated her wrist and finger with golden bracelets and rings.
She had never dressed so flamboyantly before and she hoped she wouldn't have to anymore. Simple and stunning was always her style. But she was heading out to war and one needed to be suited up for the battle field.
Picking up her small gold bag that couldn't hold more than her phone and a little make up, she headed for the door and opened it.
To her surprise, a familiar face was standing by the door with his hands raised to push the door bell before she opened it.
Her eyes widened. “Romeo!” She exclaimed.
His eyes looked her up and down and she almost jumped back inside to cover up her body. She had never been in anything more exposing, not to mention her cleavage that was out in the open thanks to the low v-neck dress.
She didn't know what to do but she really wished he would stop looking at her the way he did. “What are you… doing here?” The question came out nervously.
He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. “Uh… hi, I was about to ring the door bell when uh… I remember you told me your divorce was today so I thought I could accompany you, if you'd like.”
She finally noticed him when she wasn't feeling so uncomfortable. He was dressed in a casual yet handsome way. With a dark blue jean and a white T-shirt. A blue jacket– like his trousers– over his body and a white big sneak. His smile was the killer accessory to complete his look.
“You look…” she looked up at his eyes as he spoke. “I mean… I feel I should have dressed better than this, like… you look really really beautiful. Sexy and beautiful.”
Her cheeks reddened as she remembered what she was putting on. She felt her heart skip a beat as she stared into his eyes.