“I’m cumming,” I grunted out.
“Oh, I’m cumming too, Ronan,” Misty joined in.
A thick gush of my seeds splashed inside her walls, once again. Her hot juices coated my dick and our combined juices leaked out onto my office desk.
Depleted, I slipped out of her wetness. Heaviness and misery wasted no time attacking me deep within my soul. That few minutes of pleasure would cause a whole lot of pain, even if only within me. All I could do was wish she were my sweet Ruby. I wouldn’t even look in her direction as I said, “Put on your clothes and pack your things from your desk.”
“What? What do you mean?” she asked as she picked up her blouse and covered her chest. Confusion set hard onto her pretty face. “Ronan, are you firing me?”
“Yes, you’re fired, Misty. I can’t have you around here tempting me like this. I love my wife and every time I’m with you it’s because I want you to be her.”
“You bastard!” she said, quickly jumping down from the desk and putting her clothes on. “You will pay for treating me like this.”
“I’m already paying for it,” I said thinking of the hurtful way I’d treated my wife. “I’ll make sure you get paid for all of the time that you were supposed to work here, but today is your last day, Misty. It has to be this way,” I said in a voice that told her that my word was final.
“How dare you use me like a two-dollar whore and throw me out of this office!” She was pissed, but I didn’t care.
“Misty, I have to do this to save my family.”
“Literally, one minute after fucking me, you love your wife and kids? You’re a joke! And trust me when I say that you will regret treating me like a prostitute off the streets. I deserve better from you,” were the last words she said to me that day. She hurriedly stormed out of my office and headed to her desk where she began shoving her things into a box.
I fell back in my chair and looked at the wet spot on my desk. The remnant of my treachery caused me to push everything off my desk onto the floor and growl out, “Fuck!”
Chapter 3
Ronan
The rest of the day I was unable to focus on any task put before me. I had reorganized my entire office and tried to stay busy, but where was Ruby? Not knowing where she and my kids were was causing me a slow death. I wasn’t looking forward to going home to an empty house again. I had kissed my kids goodnight every night of their lives, unless I was away on business. I wondered what they were thinking and feeling about being uprooted from home, away from their father, and the life we’d made. For them to be torn away from everything we built, and in the middle of the night at that, I was going to do everything in my power to get them back into the safety net of our home.
Ruby had long enough to blow off steam. It was time for her to come back to me, so we could work on our marriage.
It was also time for me to pull some strings of my own. I had played nice long enough. I called up the best private investigator in Miami and got him on the job of finding her. If I had to get a bounty hunter to bring her back to me that would be my next move. Ruby still hadn’t touched our joint bank account, so she either had money of her own saved or she had another personal banking account I didn’t know about. The investigator was checking all banking systems in search of Ruby’s name, including her maiden name.
Satisfied I had some help on the job of finding her, I swiveled around to face my computer. I looked at the empty spot on my desk, the same spot I used Misty's body as an antidepressant just an hour ago, and cringed. Our tryst was the exact act of betrayal that was the cause of my grief, yet the temporary solitude granted between her thighs seemed to justify my actions at the time. I shook my head vigorously as if that alone would shake away the entire episode.
"I’ve got to find my wife," I was saying when I heard the clack of high heels walking into my office.
My door opened and Misty walked in with two bags of food in her hands. My bottom lip fell wide open as I looked at her. She had to be nuts coming back in here after I fired her.
“I thought I told you that you were fired. What are you doing back here?” I asked sternly.
“You did say that, but you were not being yourself. The Ronan I know would never dismiss me like you did. So, I figured you’re just going through some things and probably needed some time to get your head together. That’s okay, you are forgiven,” she said with a half-smile as she opened the bags she was carrying and put a steak and potato meal on the desk in front of me. “I brought you lunch,” she added.
“No Misty, you shouldn’t have done this,” I told her as my palate began to salivate over the hot and scrumptious looking food.
I hadn’t eaten a decent meal all week, so this spread of food was really making my taste buds go crazy. My stomach took that exact moment to grumble out loud and Misty looked at me with a smirk on her lips and a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Has your wife called or come home?” she asked halfheartedly as she took the seat in front of me and began eating her lunch.
"No Misty, and you shouldn’t worry about Ruby and when and if she calls me. Take this food and go. I meant it when I said you were fired.”
"It's messed up that she would jump up and run off with your kids without telling you where she was going. They’re your kids, too," she said, ignoring my statement about her being fired and needing to leave.
"Misty, you really should go,” I said in the sincerest tone that I could muster. I didn’t want to cause any more of a scene than we probably did when we were bumping and grinding on my desk earlier. “I hate that our time has to end this way, but what we shared was on borrowed time from the start.”
Misty’s spoon stopped abruptly in midair. She sat staring at me for the next minute, taking the time to let everything I’d said to her sink in. I could tell my words finally hit her where it hurt. That time, she seemed to get the message.
“Point taken, Ronan. You know what, I appreciate the opportunity to work with you. Nice knowing you…Goodbye,” she said as her eyes welled up with tears. She picked up her food, dumped it in the trash and stormed to the door. “Good luck with finding your wife,” she shouted with an insincere voice before slamming my door so hard that the walls rattled.
I shoved the remaining food into the trashcan, as well. I took a deep breath and stood up. I really did feel low for using Misty the way I had, but she was not innocent. She knew about Ruby. I was honest with her the entire time.
I picked up my briefcase and decided to call it a day. Hell, I wasn’t doing anything but bringing my drama to the office anyway, so I thought it was best that I leave.
I had been trying to track down Ruby's sister, Emmy, who I was sure knew where she was. I was going to have to be crafty to get her to tell me anything. I was sure Ruby had told everyone she knew not to tell me anything about where she was.
“I’ve got to find Ruby and bring he back home. If we can get back to where we used to be, we will be fine,” I said aloud to help convince myself that the most important woman in my life would come back to me. My voice fell inconvincibly flat in my own ears.
After riding all over the city looking for Emmy, I made the dreaded trip home, alone. Emmy was nowhere to be found at the hospital she worked or her home. I couldn’t find her son, Jeremy, either.
I dialed Jeremy’s number one last time, hoping he would answer. Bingo! When he answered, I was ecstatic.
“Hey Jeremy, how is school going, buddy?” I asked, breaking the ice with my young nephew.
“It’s going good. Coach says I might go All-American this year,” he said with a beam in his voice.
“Really? That’s awesome young man. I’m going to have to send you a gift card by, to show you how proud I am of you,” I said.
“Thanks Uncle Ronan!”
“Listen, I haven’t been able to get in touch with your Aunt Ruby all day. I really need to talk with her and find out what she wants me to bring home for dinner. Would you try calling her from your n
umber, buddy?” I asked, purposely omitting the fact that I was the last person Ruby wanted to speak to, much less have dinner with.
“Sure thing, Uncle Ronan. I’ll call her. Hold on just a minute,” he said without hesitation. I hated tricking him like that, but he switched over lines and added Ruby to our call. A few seconds later, Ruby’s lovely voice sing-sang into the phone.
“Why hello my favorite nephew! How are you doing, sweetheart. What’s going on with Auntie’s baby?” she said.
“Hey, Auntie, I’m doing fine. And I know I’m your favorite because I’m your only nephew,” Jeremy said with a laugh.
“Yes, you are my favorite, only nephew,” Ruby said sweetly.
“I was calling because Uncle Ronan asked me to call you so he could talk—” Jeremy was saying when I cut him off. I didn’t want to chance Ruby hanging up.
“Ruby, you need to come home so we can work things out. Where are you? Tell me so I can come get you. Did you get any of my messages I left on your voicemail? I’ve been calling you nonstop for the past two days.”
I was sore over her answering Jeremy’s call on the second ring with a smile in her voice, while she’d been avoiding me like I was the Bubonic plague.
“Ronan, I will talk to you when I’m good and ready and not a minute before! In the meantime, you leave Jeremy and my sister alone and get back to loving on your whore!” she yelled through a shaky voice.
I heard my children in the background asking if it was daddy on the phone before I heard what sounded like a car door slam.
“I hope I didn’t do anything wrong, Auntie Ruby,” said Jeremy when he heard us arguing.
“No, baby, you are fine,” she told him. “It’s your Uncle Ronan that shouldn’t have brought you in this, but he seems to be doing quite a few inappropriate things of late. I will call you back in just a second Jeremy,” she said hanging up the phone and shutting me out again.
Chapter 4
Ruby
“The nerve of him!” My only sibling, Emerald, or better known as Emmy, hollered into the phone after I explained to her the real reason why Ronan asked Jeremy to get in touch with me the evening prior.
“His affair has been going on for a few months, but I just found out about it last week,” I told her as I stood outside of Turner Enterprises building and looked up at the tall building. This place held so much history for me that I was hesitant to walk back through the doors. Unsure if I wanted to continue the path that was here or walk away and start over fresh.
“Well, you know what? I don’t ever want to see his stupid pale face again!” Emerald said, pissed. “And he needs to lose Jeremy’s number too.”
“I know you’re upset Emmy, but I can’t, in good faith, let you hate Ronan without telling you what I did too,” I began.
“What could you have possibly done that justifies any of his actions, Ruby?” she asked in a cautious voice.
I explained to Emerald about my cancer diagnosis and how I had the surgery and went to radiation treatments and hid it from everyone, including her. I omitted the fact that I had confided my diagnosis in Shauntay. I didn’t want her to feel like I had chosen Shauntay’s trust over hers. But I told her that I pushed Ronan away time and time again and he didn’t understand why I had changed toward him. I explained that he had started going to hang out at the bar after we would argue or when I urged him to do so because I was too tired or in too much pain to deal with his advances.
“Hold on, wait. You have cancer?” she asked slowly. Her voice choking up with every word.
“Please don’t cry, sis. That’s why I didn’t want to tell anyone. I didn’t want people worrying about me or treating me like an invalid on her dying bed. I had confidence I could beat this and I did. My doctor says I’m cancer free now.”
“Oh, praise God, Ruby! I don’t know what I would do without my sister. I mean, we already lost Mama.”
There was a long silence on the phone and I knew Emerald was thinking about our mother. I was thinking of her too.
“I love you, Emmy,” I said, starting to walk into the Turner Enterprises building. I went to the elevators and pressed Ronan’s floor. On the ride up, Emerald kept telling me how upset she was that I didn’t confide in her that I had cancer.
“I love you so much,” she said, “but I would have preferred knowing. I would have been there for you, you know?”
“I know, Emmy.”
“How dare you keep a secret like that? I’m your only sister. We’re all we got, Ruby.”
“I’m sorry sis. I don’t know why I felt like I had to keep this to myself. I knew I had a support system, but I just felt so inside myself. This is the hardest thing I’ve had to deal with in my adult life. I couldn’t even fix my mouth to say the words,” I said honestly.
“I can’t imagine what you were thinking. I just hate you had to go through it alone. But, you are forgiven, my sweet sister. Ronan, however, is still on my shit list,” Emerald said matter-of-factly.
“I’m up here at his office now. I’m about to go in and talk to him. I’ll talk to you later, sis,” I told her as the elevator dinged.
“I can’t believe his ass!” Emmy said in a let-down tone. “Go ahead and talk to your husband and let me know how it goes. We’ll hook up soon.”
“Will do love,” I said before walking into the empty front room where Misty used to sit and take calls for him. Her desk is empty, I said, silently noticing that not only was her desk empty, there was no trace that she had even been there. Ronan must had come into his good sense and gave her the sack.
The phone began ringing and, out of old habit, I walked over to it and turned on the answering machine. I then went and peeked my head into Ronan’s office. Seeing as he wasn’t there, I texted him.
Ruby: I’m at your office now. If you want to talk to me, you need to be here within the next hour.
His reply was almost immediate.
Ronan: I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Wait for me, my sweet Ruby.
“Humph,” I said, looking around his office. He could save the compliments. The “Sweet Ruby” nickname wasn’t going over well at the moment.
I intentionally chose Turner Enterprises as the place to meet and discuss the turn our marriage had taken. For one, it was common ground. This was the place where our love began. It was also the place where it ended when Ronan decided to hold an affair with his help, Misty Crewe.
Ew…that bitch, Misty Crewe. My God, I didn’t even like the sound of her name coursing through my mind. I shuddered from the crassness of Ronan’s indecent behavior that went on in the place where we fell madly in love. I took a seat in Ronan’s big mahogany chair that sat behind his desk. The chair was more like a throne for a king. A reminder of my gallant king, before all the madness happened.
When Ronan walked into the office twenty minutes later, he was carrying a mug of black coffee in one hand. He looked to be slightly over the limit. The black coffee had done little to rid him of the evidence of heavy drinking. Sweat was dripping off his face from the mistreatment of his body and his skin looked extremely dry, almost cracking. His chestnut hair was still wet from a recent shower. He held onto the handle of the door as his eyes warred with mine in emotional anguish.
“Are you going to come in, or do you plan to just stand in the doorway?” I asked as he glared at me.
“Oh, I’m coming in. Right now, I’m just bombarded with happiness to see my wife, the mother of my children. My sweet Ruby.”
“Yeah,” I said simply. I really didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m so sorry for letting you down,” Ronan started, as he plucked up the courage to walk further into the room. “You look amazing, my love,” he added on a deep sigh.
“Come in, take a seat,” I said curtly. In no way did I intend to be sweet Ruby today. I needed answers…Lots of answers.
“Baby,” he said, “Ruby. Come here and let me hug you.”
“I said sit down! Do it, or I am out of here,”
I yelled.
“Okay,” he reluctantly obeyed and folded his tall frame to sit in the vacant chair in front of his desk. “How have you been, Ruby?” he asked with concern dripping from his every syllable. He raked his free hand through his shiny, damp hair.
“I should be the one asking you how you are doing, Ronan. Been enjoying yourself much?”
“No, sweetheart, I’ve been in a bad state without you, Benedict, and Yasmine. I haven’t been able to work, sleep or eat. I’ve been drinking rum and laying on the couch stressing over everything that has transpired. A light wind wakes me from sleep, with the hope that you have come back to me.”
“Is that the reason for the coffee? To sober up?” I asked him, speaking of the coffee mug he still gripped in his hand. “You don’t usually drink coffee on Saturdays.”
“Yes, when you called, I had to sober up so we could talk. This is the one thing I’ve been waiting on,” he answered and looked down guiltily at the floor.
“So, you haven’t been in your whore’s bed? I’m sure it’s more comfortable there than on the couch waiting for me. Waiting for me seems to be a problem these days,” I said and his head jerked up, which caused his eyes to sear with mine.
“No, I have been home. I haven’t done anything but be worried sick about you. So sick that I was about to lose my mind…I’m glad you’re back. You look so amazing,” he said.
For some reason, Ronan’s words didn’t ring true. Shauntay’s warning words came to me like a strong spirit of discernment. Once a cheater…always a cheater.
“Thanks for all the compliments and sweet nothings that you have to say, Ronan. But how I look and how much you miss me is not what I am here to discuss.”
“Fine. I’ll get to the point then. I was a fool, a big fool. With the way you were treating me, I perceived that you were distancing yourself from me because you had found someone else to comfort you. Now that I know the truth, I’ve regretted every moment of my weakness. I should have been stronger, wiser,” he said, boring holes through my soul with the look of pain in his eyes. “Why here, Ruby?”
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