by Eden Rose
"Well hello," he whispered as his hands cupped my face and took my mouth. He made love to me slow and easy while I'm pushed up against the shower wall. I screamed through my orgasm and he yelled during his.
As I'm drying off, I heard someone yelling downstairs. My ears tried to tune it out because I'm still riding my orgasmic wave. Vincent dried off and slipped on some briefs and shorts.
No. No, don't go again.
The yelling got louder. "Moretti! Where the fuck are you?" Someone yelled as he climbed the stairs to our room.
"Baby doll, go ahead and go to bed. I will be back in a few," he opened the door and walked out of it. There is no point in yelling after him. He is gone.
As soon as my head hit the pillow I'm asleep. I must have been sleeping for a while because Vincent still isn't back yet and his side is still made. After getting dressed, I brushed my hair and walked down the stairs. I went to fiddle with my ring, but it is gone.
*Chapter 39*
"That's the way this needs to go, there is no turning back," someone said as I approached the great room. The same voice added: "I know I warned you that this would happen but the family is more important."
"Hello?" I whispered as I walked in. I scanned the room and seen a suitcase next to Joel. "Joel, what are you doing here?" I accused at him as I tried to walk towards Vincent, but there is a thick wall that is around him of angry looking people. He looked mad at me.
"Savannah, I have come to take you home. Vincent called me because he realized that he doesn't love you anymore," Joel said as he walked up to me and grabbed my hand. "Let's go home, love." He pulled me into an embrace and started leading me to the door.
This is a joke. Right? This has to be a joke. We just made love. How can someone make love to their fiance and then decided that they don't love them anymore? If that is the case, then he is a dirty bastard. The ultimate betrayal.
"Wait! Are you serious?" I screamed as I stared at Vincent. He didn't even look at me. Please tell me that this is a prank. Its not a funny prank, but at least it will prevent me from my heart breaking into the million pieces it currently is.
"Yes, I'm serious. I don't want you here anymore. Joel will take you home," Vincent said in a confident tone. "This is not your home anymore. You need to leave." I can't believe he didn't have the nerve to even look at me.
I felt my knees give out and what he said is sinking in. He doesn't want me anymore. "So, you are just going to throw me away? After everything?" I hollered back at him while unhooking the bracelet. "Until the casket drops? You are a fucking liar! I hate you!" I plunged to run into him to show him what it felt like to be in pain, but Sammy blocked me. I threw the bracelet at him through Sammy who is blocking him. "Go to hell!"
There is a symbolic door shutting in my chest cavity. I hated him. I wanted to attack him and kill him. Even with all of those feelings of hate, I wanted him to hold me and tell me that I'm dreaming. Why would he do this to me? "Why?" I whispered as I walked over to Joel who held his arms out to me.
"Savannah, there is no need to talk to him like that," someone said behind Vincent.
"You can go fuck yourself too!" I hollered and let my weight go on Joel.
"Come on, love. Let's go home," Joel wrapped me in his arm and walked me out of the room. "We will see you when we see you!"
I noticed that my car isn't there anymore and Anne's car is gone too. I hope everything is all right with her. Joel opened his car door and picked me up to put me in the SUV.
"What... what?" That is all I could get out as he climbed in and we drove off. "Why...?"
"Let's go home. We have work tomorrow."
*Chapter 40*
I couldn't open the car door after we pulled into the car garage. My hands shook so bad and I'm trying not to cry.
Joel came to my door and opened it for me. He held out his hand but I didn't take it. "Come on, let's go home," I poured myself out of my seat and fell into him.
"Why am I here with you?" I didn't want to believe any of this. Why would Vincent do this to me? We made love a few hours ago! Hell, I still feel him moving inside of me.
"Because we belong together. Vincent knew that he couldn't love you like I can." He spoke as if what he is saying is perfectly simple.
He held me up as we walked through the doors to the lobby. I remember this place. We lived here as a married couple for seven years. The tears wanted to fall, but I couldn't let it happen. We rode the elevator in silence and Joel still held me at his core.
Our old apartment's door met me in the face as we walked to it. "This is... so... surreal."
He held me up as we walked through the door by my waist and when he spoke it is into my ear like a lover would. I couldn't help the shudder that racked through my body. "Love, let's go in and unpack your stuff. Do you want to sleep in our old bed or in the guest room?"
I couldn't move as I stood in the doorway. It is insane. I'm engaged about twenty minutes ago. Now I'm in my old apartment with my ex husband. What happened here?
The guest room looked the same as it did when I left. Towards the end of our marriage, I slept in here. There is a heavy feeling of doom and disparity as I kicked my suitcase into the room. I tried so hard to get out of here, and now I'm back with no signs of getting out.
Only when the door is closed and my suitcase's contents were spilling out, is when I felt the pain. My chest felt like it is going to cave in as I laid on the bed. Please don't cry!
Is this real? He told me he loved me and now he has thrown me away. What kind of man would do that to a woman? I loved him despite everything that we went through and I would have understood if he needed some time.
Sobs crashed through me and I turned my head into the pillow that smells like my old life. It is oddly comforting and eerie to find myself digging my head into the pillow.
Sadness has left me and now I'm angry. What the fuck? He lied to me! All of that bull shit about being in love with me and wanting to marry me is exactly that. Shit.
My cell phone is ringing but I didn't want to go to it. All that could be on the other line is more heart ache. I peeled myself off of the bed and put my stuff away. Once everything is put away, I looked at the bottom of the closet. There were some of my favorite shoes. Someone must have been planning this.
Anger has left me and how I'm sad again. Damn, my emotions are all over the place.
Someone is knocking on my door as I'm reorganizing my shoes. I ignored the knock because I didn't want to talk.
" I'm coming in!" Joel said as he walked in and sat on my now new bed. "I know you are hurt and confused. But, he couldn't love you. You are too good for him. Savannah, you belong here with me. Let me be the one to take care of you."
" I'm so confused," I whispered trying to make my voice not shake. "Why did you come get me? I thought you hated me."
He looked like I had punched him in the gut. "I could never hate you. You were my wife. Please, get dressed. Let's go to dinner." He left my room and I sat there staring at the door.
Now I'm supposed to be the old Savannah? I felt like a shell. There is nothing inside of me as I got dressed and brushed my hair to put it in a pony. I slapped on some make up and put on a pair of wedges.
You can do this! I coach myself as I look over my outfit. With a pair of tight jeans on and a cute tank top, I began to feel like less of a shell.
Joel is waiting for me at the door holding my purse in his hand. "You look beautiful."
I walked up to him and took a deep breath. "Thanks." Um, wait. He is just in the hospital yesterday and now he is fine. "Why are you out of the hospital already?"
He led us out of the building with me tucked in his arm. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine." Now that I remember what happened, I do notice him limping.
We left the complex building and walked to a restaurant on the other side of the street in Manhattan. The restaurant is cute and quaint. Everyone is looking at us as we walked in. Joel isn't bad looking. About six feet three
, nice build, brown black hair with blue eyes. He looked like sex, however I didn't think of him like that anymore. Women stared at him as he sat down next to me at the table and I remembered what it is like when we went out.
Women always approached him and he would flirt with them while I'm sitting right across from him. Heaven forbid, a man flirt with me! He would have made a scene.
"Hello, my name is Joe. I will be taking care of you two tonight. What can I bring you to drink?" I didn't even look up at the waiter.
"We will have a bottle of Merlot and oysters for a starter," Joel said with confidence. As the waiter left he focused on me. "I know you are mad."
"Mad? You think I'm mad? Mad is a little word for what I'm feeling! I'm absolutely furious! How can you sit next to me? We just got a divorce! What are we doing here?" I tried to keep my voice down but loud enough to let my words be heard.
" I'm hoping we can work this out. Let's forget about the past," he rubbed my arm as the waiter came back with a note for Joel. He opened it and his face smiled. "Well," he readdressed my attention and smiled, "where were we? Oh, yes. We were discussing starting over. You can stay with me as long as you want."
Our wine is served and I ordered a bowl of soup. My hunger is nonexistent. I tried really hard to focus on my anger opposed to hurt. Out of habit, I went to twist my ring but then I got reminded that it is gone. That is like taking a bullet.
We sat across from each other and I'm faced with the Joel that I once loved. He is being nice and sweet along with being caring.
He stood up and held his hand out to me and when I grabbed it he pulled me very close to him. We could have passed as a second skin.
"I love you. It has always been you and will only be you. Quit fighting us," he whispered against my lips and kissed me.
*Vincent*
I sat in my chair with a glass of Brandy. She really left. I kept waiting for her to call my bluff but she actually left with him.
Tonight, I followed her to the restaurant that they went to. She looked heart broken and I felt like I'm the biggest piece of shit ever. I did this to her.
Joel looked happy. He kept smiling at her and is trying to touch her arm. One time, she looked up at him and laughed. Her laugh filled me with hope and that is something that I did not deserve.
I almost became unglued when I watched him kiss her. Joel put his lips on her lips. Those were mine. Murderous thoughts plundered my mind and I wanted to act on them.
I didn't want to end this. Honestly, I believe that she is supposed to be with me. Savannah had the ability to see through all of my bull shit and still give me the look of love with her eyes. I meant everything I said to her right up to the part where I even said I would make her leave. Her safety is more important than my heart and soul which are wrecked.
All over my house, I heard her voice. She is calling to me and touching my arms. I thought I heard the door open and I expected it to be her, it is never her.
This glass of Brandy isn't doing what I wanted it to do. I wanted it to make me forget her. She is so beautiful inside and out, there is no way I could forget her.
After she left, I slipped her ring on my pinky finger. Every time I looked at it, I thought of her. She smiled so big when I proposed to her for real. I didn't deserve to keep this. I should have let her keep it except I'm a selfish bastard and I will keep anything of hers.
I can smell her perfume throughout my house. Our house. I should sell it. I can't enter any of these rooms because I see her. That long blonde hair and dancing eyes are going to haunt me forever.
The living room grew dark, and I didn't care. I filled my glass back up and scrolled through my phone. No, you can't call her.
I don't deserve to call her.
I'm the one that messed everything up. Thinking back, I should have never taken her home with me. If I wouldn't have, she wouldn't have known me and I wouldn't have to know what life is like without her. This is the part that I hate, the feeling of regret however I don't regret being with her. She showed me love every time she smiled and I threw everything away all because of this... family.
"Moretti!" Rossi yelled from the door and turned on the light in the living room.
"What do you want?" I growled at him and then felt a pang of hate when I seen Anne. It is not Anne's fault but she reminded me of Savannah and that made my heart blow up.
"You didn't have to do this, you know? You could have taken her to your beach house or anywhere. I can't stand looking at you like this."
I didn't want to hear any of this. I didn't want to see them. I wanted her back. My heart... oh, shit. My heart is beating slower. "Shhhheeeeeee's goooooonnnnneee. I pusssshed her awaaay. I want her baaaaaack. Please go get her!" Maybe if I beg enough, they will bring Savannah back and I will tell her how much I love her and how sorry I am .
Anne came over and took my glass from me. "You are too drunk to talk to her. Come on, let's get you some coffee." She stood over me and extended her hand.
I had the sudden urge to push her aside and hiss at them for being in my house. "I want heeeeerrrrr baaaaaack."
"I know, Vincent. It will be okay," Anne rubbed my arm and I could have cried.
"I followed them. Heeeee toooookkkk her to dinnnnnner! Please, go get Savannah! I will do anything! Pleeeeee-aaaaase!" I thought about what I would do. I would leave this lifestyle. I would leave it for her and give her the life she deserves.
My Savannah deserves a beautiful home that is not tainted and a husband who doesn't kill for a living. She doesn't deserve for me to come home and hold her with blood (metaphorically) on my hands. I wish I lived a normal and honest life but that ship has sailed.
Rossi sat across from me and Anne sat on the arm of the chair I'm in. It is horrible having them so close. I'm only reminded that I will never be as happy as they are right now.
"Caaaaan you calllllll her? I just wannnnttt tooooo knoooowwww she is oooookay."
Anne dialed her number and put it on speaker. The phone went straight to voice-mail and her voice spoke through the phone. There is a punch in my gut when I heard her.
"Hi, this is Savannah Cavanough. Please leave a message!"
Shit.
"Moretti, you need to get your head of your ass and be a man! You brought her into this lifestyle and you finally did right by giving her back to Joel!"
Anne's face shot up and I felt the fire next to me. "Are you serious? Ronnie, do you even know what it is like for her over there? He kicked her out because she couldn't get pregnant and now you think this is a good thing?" I have never heard her so angry. Damn, she is a little spit fire. "I can't believe you!"
I'm scum. I don't even deserve to breathe the same air as Savannah. He kicked her out because she couldn't get pregnant? Oh, sweet, Jesus. I just sent her back in his arms and away from mine. I wouldn't have cared if she couldn't have a baby; it just means more love for me.
Rossi stood up out of the chair and walked over to his wife and rubbed her arms. " I'm sorry. Did you want to go get her and put her up some place else?"
"We can't..." I whispered. We couldn't do it because it would defeat everything. I rubbed at my chest and felt a burn. "When will this go away?"
"Did you really love her?" Anne asked and she put her arm around me.
How dare she even ask me that! Of course I love her, I'm in this masochistic place to protect her. "Way too much to admit and now she is gone."
The night went black and when I woke up the next morning, I'm sitting in my chair still.
*Chapter 41*
I woke up in the morning and realized where I is. My old room with my old husband. This is what it is going to be. I took a long shower and rubbed bath salt all on my skin and breathed in the scent. The mint smell is so relaxing that I didn't want to go to work.
After drying off, I did my hair as well as I could and put some makeup on. Granted, I overdid it on the makeup, but it is a necessity. I found a cute business suit in the closet and put the pants on an
d loved the way my ass looked in them. I found a button down pink shirt and put on the matching jacket to the pants. After leaving the room, Joel is sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"Well, are you ready for today?" He asked as he signaled to the chair in front of him with a cup of coffee next to an apple. " I'm going to walk with you to your office."
"I don't need a babysitter," I said as snide as possible.
" I'm going to take you whether you like it or not." He stood up and poured my coffee into a traveling mug. "Let's go."
He walked me to my office building and I started to regain control of my feelings. He kissed my cheek goodbye and I walked into the building with my head held high and I walked into my office with a fake smile plastered on my face.