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by Sky Corgan

  “On a scale of one to ten, how pretty is this woman?” Victor asked while he unrolled his silverware.

  “Like how pretty do I think she is or how pretty do I think a guy would think she is?”

  “It's kind of the same thing, really. Women know when other women are attractive. Just like men know when other men are attractive. Most straight people are just scared to admit it.”

  “Well, she is really pretty, for an older woman.”

  “Bringing age into it?” He smirked.

  “She's not that much older. She told me the other day that her ex-husband is dating someone half her age, so that means she has to be at least thirty six.”

  “If that's older to you, then I guess it won't be much longer before Dominick reaches his expiration date,” Victor teased.

  “Oh, shut it. That's not what I meant.”

  “Do enlighten me. I must confess, I'm a bit confused.”

  “She's pretty. Okay? Gorgeous, even.”

  “So, she's a threat.”

  “No. Yes. I don't know. Her and Dom have been friends for a long time. And she says she's there strictly for business. She's being really mean to him, so I don't see how something could be going on between them.”

  “You never know. Some guys like being rough handled.”

  “I can't picture anyone rough handling Dom.”

  “Well, the point is that she's there all day with him, every day, and you're not.”

  “No. The point is that she's there on business. Why are you always trying to get me worked up over the littlest things?” I knitted my eyebrows.

  “This isn't exactly a little thing, Kim. Think about it. This woman just shows up, starts spending copious amounts of time with Dominick, and is trying to push you out of the picture.”

  I shook my head in frustration. “It's not like that. You just don't understand, okay.”

  “I may not understand the situation, but I understand men. If you give a man the opportunity to be with a beautiful woman, he's going to take it. What better opportunity is there than being alone with her all day.”

  “I hate it when you get like this. I really do. It feels like you go out of your way to try to break us up sometimes.”

  “I don't. I go out of my way to open your eyes to reality.”

  “And the reality is that she's here on business, trying to get Dominick back on track.”

  “The reality is that she lived with Dominick for a while, which means they definitely had sex together, and now she's using business as an excuse to keep you away from him.”

  “I don't want to talk about this anymore.” I crossed my arms over my chest, sinking into the booth.

  “Fine,” he relented, moving on to a different topic, though my mood was already ruined.

  For the rest of meal, I listened to Victor talk about the project he was working on in his computer game development class. Most of what he was saying went in one ear and out the other, since my mind was almost entirely focused on the things he had said about Dominick and Melinda. Though I knew I shouldn't let them bother me, he had watered the seed of doubt that my subconscious had already planted, and it was beginning to grow.

  By some miracle, Melinda was on her way out when Victor dropped me off after dinner. She smiled warmly at me, telling me that Dominick had been a good boy and she had decided to give him the rest of the night off. How thoughtful of you, I thought bitterly. And what do you mean by he has been a good boy?

  When I entered Dominick's office, he seemed grumpy as usual, staring at the screen in disgust. For a while, I didn't even think he was going to acknowledge me, but then he turned, and I almost wished he hadn't.

  “Thirty pages,” he said. “I've written thirty pages, and I hate every one of them.”

  “Well, Melinda says you have the rest of the night off, so I wouldn't worry about it anymore.”

  “They expect me to write, but they don't care if it's good or not.”

  “It would seem that way.”

  He huffed before pulling himself out of the chair and walking past me without so much as a glance. His dismissive actions stung, and it made me realize how physically distant we'd become since Melinda arrived. Suddenly, I was craving intimacy with him something fierce, but I was too scared to approach him. I simply stood there, depressed and lost in thought until I heard the shower head in the bathroom turn on. Then I knew there was no point of standing there any longer, so I retreated to my room to get my clothes ready for my own shower.

  As I stepped under the spray of warm water, my mind flooded with memories of things Victor had said, of things Melinda had said, and of the way Dominick had been acting. Victor was wrong. Melinda was there strictly for business. If what was going on between Dominick and Melinda was anything different, he wouldn't have been able to hold onto his miserable disposition for so long. I knew Dominick well enough to know he wasn't acting. He was truly unhappy when Melinda was around, and as sick as it sounded, that thought made me happy—that one thought was keeping me sane.

  It felt like a lot of my worries washed away with the shower, and I emerged in a better frame of mind. Dominick was parked on the loveseat, watching the news half-asleep. I climbed onto the small space beside him and rested my head against his shoulder, inhaling the scent of soap and clean skin. Just touching him brought naughty thoughts to mind. It felt like it had been forever since we'd last had sex, not since that awkward phone call with my sister. Dominick was too tired to initiate though; I knew that. Maybe it would be alright if I did it just this once.

  I started by kissing his shoulder, feeling his hard flesh beneath my lips. He smiled warmly at me, though there was no lust behind his eyes, only exhaustion. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

  “Can I sleep with you tonight?” I asked, sounding small and innocent.

  “If by sleep with me, you mean in the literal sense. I'm too tired for anything else, Kimlet.”

  “I know. I meant it in the literal sense. I just . . . miss you, is all.” I nuzzled my face against his.

  “I know. I miss you too.”

  “We should have showered together.”

  “We should have, but I wasn't thinking.”

  “It's alright. Next time.”

  He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, signaling that it was time for us to go to bed. I wasn't very tired, but I wasn't about to miss out on a chance to cuddle. Whatever physical time I could get with Dominick, I was going to take. Tomorrow, it would be back to ignoring each other like we didn't exist.

  We laid in bed together in the darkness, our naked bodies entwined to where my head was resting comfortably on his chest. Just the feel of his skin caused deep stirring inside of me, and it took everything in me to keep my hands to myself. What would he do if I slid my hand between his legs, gripped his manhood, and started fondling him? The soft snoring sound just above my head told me that I had lost my chance to find out. Poor guy. He was so tired all the time now. I couldn't help but wonder when we would get the chance to have sex again. With Melinda around constantly, it would probably be a while. Hopefully, he'd catch up on his work soon, and she would leave. Being ignored wasn't fun, and I honestly didn't know if I could handle several more months of it.

  Melinda knocked on the door bright and early the next morning, and I hated her for it. It seemed like with each passing day I liked her less and less. Of course, she hadn't really done anything to cause me to dislike her. She was just there. But still, her just being there disrupted my life, and it was starting to make me crabby. I was beginning to worry that by the time she left, Dominick and I would both be permanently moody. That wouldn't be very fun.

  In an attempt to save my sanity, I called Victor again to see if he wanted to hang out. He was busy though, so I ended up tagging along with Carmen and her friends. We went to the mall, which kind of sucked since I had just been there the day before. I wasn't going to argue about it though. I was just there to tag along.

  They t
alked about boys and fashion and makeup like little high school girls. Not that I didn't enjoy talking about those things, they were just all so dramatic about it. Half the day was spent rolling my eyes while I trailed behind them like a lost puppy, while the other half was spent feigning interest in their conversations as if I actually knew the people they were talking about.

  Even though I wasn't having the best time, I was grateful for the distraction and didn't want it to end. I even followed them to one of the girl's houses for a makeover party. That was a bit more fun, doing each other's hair and makeup and being pampered. It would have been better if I had someone to show it all off to when I got home. Melinda was the only one who got to see me before I stepped into the shower and washed it all away. Dominick was off limits.

  Monday rolled around, and I was thankful that I didn't have to search for something to do. Between school and riding the bus, I was well occupied for most of the day. The few hours that I spent locked in my room at night weren't so torturous with homework to fill the void.

  The week dragged on, and I found myself in a constant state of discontent. Every afternoon, I'd come home and Melinda would be there serving as a fleshy barrier between Dominick and I. Most days, she'd stay until I went to bed.

  As I walked around the condo, I had to endure the sound of duel keyboards tapping away. Melinda in the living room. Dominick in his office. Tap. Tap. Tapping away. It felt like our home had turned into one big office, and I hated it.

  Things did get better with time, though not for me. Dominick began adapting to Melinda's harsh schedule, and while he wasn't any less tired, he did seem happier. Instead of staying in his office all the time, he'd come out on occasion to talk with Melinda. Rarely did he visit my room to check on me. They were getting really friendly, and though I tried to push suspicious thoughts to the back of my mind, it was starting to bother me.

  It wasn't until Dominick finished the first of the three novels that Melinda finally gave him a day off. To my dismay, he decided to celebrate it by taking the three of us out to lunch. You'd think that after being locked to his desk for so long with that insufferable woman nagging at his back, he'd want to get away from her and actually spend some time alone with his real girlfriend, but that wasn't the case.

  At the restaurant, I found myself feeling alienated. They laughed and discussed work as if I wasn't even there, though Melinda was gracious enough to ask me a question from time to time that would bring me back into the conversation. It was really beginning to feel like I was losing my boyfriend, like I was slowly being replaced by this older more mature woman, this gorgeous woman with beautiful blonde hair, a killer body, and a great career. Hell, compared to me, she had everything going for her. Why wouldn't he want her instead?

  Calm yourself, Kim. It's not what you think it is. Like she said, once this book writing business is over, she'll go away, and things will return to normal. For as much as I told myself that though, I couldn't force myself to believe it. There was something going on between them. I could see it in the lingering hugs she gave him, the way he looked at her when she walked away, the witty banter they shared back and forth, that of which I was completely excluded from because my mind couldn't work fast enough to keep up. I was losing Dominick. I just knew it. And there was nothing I could do but watch. If I said something, that I wanted her to go away, it would only sound selfish. Both of their livelihoods depended on Dominick getting his part of the job done, and apparently he couldn't do that without her being around.

  “Are you alright?” Dominick asked me when the lunch was over, and we were driving back to the condo without Melinda. Without Melinda. After the past two weeks, those words seemed almost impossible. Maybe when we got home, she'd be waiting there for us. My mind was trained to think that way.

  “I'm fine,” I lied.

  “You don't seem fine.”

  “I'm just tired is all. It's been a long week.”

  “You're telling me. I think I got that novel done in record time, though I can't help but feel sorry for Melinda.”

  “Why?” It's me who you should feel sorry for—me who you've been neglecting.

  “Because I make a lot of mistakes when I'm rushed. She's going to have her work cut out for her.”

  “I don't think she cares as long as it's done.”

  “Well, hopefully my readers won't care either. That certainly wasn't my best work, and I doubt the next two will be either. When I'm rushed, it tends to show in my writing.”

  “I'm sure it will be fine.”

  “I appreciate your confidence in me.”

  I smiled weakly at him, and we drove in silence the rest of the way home. The remainder of the afternoon was spent sitting on the loveseat together watching movies. Surely, he'd want to have sex eventually. This was the first time we'd really been alone together in what felt like an eternity. While his eyes were glued to the screen the entire time, mine drifted between the television and his body. Nestled snugly in his arms, all I could think about were the wicked pleasures I had been denied. I licked my lips while I undressed him with my eyes. Though I had seen Dominick naked hundreds of times before, the excitement was there as if it was the first time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the body as well.

  I tried to press myself closer against him, to kiss his chest, to rub his arm affectionately. Those moves weren't bold enough to get the point across though. He simply held me tighter, squeezing me gently from time to time in acknowledgment of my actions. Then I tried kissing him on the lips, but he didn't seem to want more than a peck, acting more annoyed than aroused by my obvious neediness. Finally, I gave up, scowling at the television and stewing in my rejection until it was time to go to bed. We slept in the same room that night, but the emotional distance between us felt miles wide. His touch was cold, his intentions more innocent than they had ever been. I felt like a glorified bed warmer, just there to take up physical space, and wondering if the space in his heart for me was getting smaller by the day.

  The next morning, it was back to the grind. Melinda showed up before I left for school, and I didn't bother to hide my disdain for her. I opened the door with the grumpiest frown I could muster, and barely even looked in her direction before I left.

  “Have a good day at school, Kim,” she called to me as I walked out the door.

  Completely fed up, I grumbled back, “It will only be a good day if you're gone by the time I get back.”

  She wasn't gone when I came back though. She was on the loveseat, tapping away, ready to drive me insane with her presence. I glared daggers at her, imagining all the scandalous things her and Dominick had probably done when I was away. Had they fucked? Was that where he was getting his motivation from now? Was that why he wasn't interested in me?

  I paid her no mind as I walked into my bedroom and threw my backpack on the floor with an exasperated huff. If there had been anything breakable in it, it would have shattered. My agitation was bordering on violence. I needed to get rid of this woman. That was all there was to it. Either she needed to go, or I did, but we both couldn't continue to occupy the same space every day. Her constant presence was turning my life into a living hell.

  My only viable option was to take the offer of the short-term apartment. But I knew that if I did that, Dominick and I would truly be over. That's just what she wanted, for me to leave so that she could have him to herself. That had probably been the plan all along. Plan B worked well enough though, to drive me away. The only question was, whether or not I was really willing to let him go. My heart broke at the thought of leaving Dominick, but I honestly couldn't handle our living situation much longer. Knowing that this woman was with him every day, and not knowing what they were doing together, was killing me almost as much as the thought of losing him. With each passing day, it felt like we were growing farther apart. My desperate feelings weren't enough to keep us together. He wasn't making an effort, so why should I? It was time to throw up the white flag, no matter how much it hurt to s
urrender him to this harpy.

  All fight left me by the next morning. I greeted Melinda with numbness, staring into her perfect face with tempered hatred. You won, you bitch. You can have him. I'll leave.

  The day was spent sulking around, not paying attention to my classes. Victor noticed my dismal mood, and he did his best to cheer me up, though the effort fell flat. We sat together at lunch, and I didn't feel like eating. I used my lunch sack as a pillow instead, crushing the contents with my head like some sick pathetic idiot.

  “Are you going to be alright?” Victor quirked an eyebrow at me while he twisted the cap off his soda.

  “No,” I groaned.

  “It's not the end of the world, you know. This would have happened eventually anyway.”

  “Shut up, Victor.”

  “I'm just saying. Besides, now you and I can spend more time together.”

  “Shut up, Victor.”

  “You know, I got a new apartment at the beginning of the semester, and it's been kind of hard paying rent on my own. You could always move in with me.”

  “Shut up, Victor. Wait. What?” I lifted my head to look at him, and he shrugged, turning his attention to his sandwich.

  “Just a thought.”

  “You'd actually let me move in with you?”

  “You'd have to get a job, of course, but I don't see why not. I mean, it's not a bad deal. My parents are rich, so if we ever fell short on rent, they would pick up the tab.”

  “I don't really know if that's a good idea,” I said, thinking about how hurt Dominick would be if I moved in with Victor. Then again, he kind of deserved it after what he had done to me. And who is to say he would even care. He had Melinda now. He didn't need me anymore.

  “I'm just throwing it out there. It's up to you.”

  “I think I'm just going to take Melinda up on the offer of getting me a temporary apartment for now. I'll figure out what I'm going to do after the lease is up. Besides, I could use some time alone. With Melinda at the condo every day, I feel like I'm never alone anymore.”

  “You were never alone before.”