"Ian?" I hear a woman's voice calling him from the front room. Walking down the hall to see who it is, I'm shocked and pissed to find Michelle standing in the middle of the room. Keys in hand, she looks and sees me giving a smile. "Oh, Aubrey. I thought you'd be gone by now." She's acting like it is a mistake that I have seen her here, but I'm pretty sure that was her plan.
"Sorry to disappoint you. May I ask what you are doing here?" I cross my arms standing firm even though the bottoms of my feet are killing me.
"I've come to see my husband." A snide smile spreads across her face.
"Excuse me?" I'm feeling weak and want to sit, but don't want to give her the satisfaction that she is making me flustered.
"Oh I think you heard me just fine. I guess it is time you learned the truth." Every one of her words come out like malicious jabs.
"Are telling me that Ian is your husband?" My mouth is dry and I feel dizzy.
"So you did hear me? Yes we are separated, but I'm pretty sure he wants to get back together, since he just called me and told me you left. Told me to get over here as soon as possible." Jab, jab, jab. A knife feels like it's cutting me open. She sits on the couch crossing her legs looking very victorious. The same couch Ian and I had cuddled on two nights ago.
"Why.....he told me...." Words are not coming to me, I feel paralyzed.
"I'm sorry, really, that you had to be put in the middle. I guess a meaningless fling with you is what he needed to realize what we had. I hope this doesn't sour you for all other men, honey. Especially given your....ummm past." Her lips are moving, but I hardly hear what she is saying. She is talking low like she was with Ethan in the board room now. "I figured after the way he treated you like you were nothing in the meeting that you would see it on your own. I guess some women just need to hear it straight on." She stands walking calmly toward my shocked useless body.
I want to scream, I want to yell, I want to throw things at her. All I can do is stand there stunned has hell. I hear the horn outside, no less my driver to pick me up. I walk into the bedroom, grab my bag, and walk back out. I'm not leaving without saying something. As the anger is burning me up, the shock is wearing off.
"By the way, Michelle, tell Ian thanks for all the mind blowing orgasms, but I've had better." I slam the front door behind me not even waiting for a response.
After I get in the car, I call the pilot. "Change the flight plans, I'm going to Colorado."
Chapter 14
Ian
I'm driving and I have no idea where I'm going. I just know that I needed to get out of there. "Shit!" I hit the steering wheel then pull into a little beach front bar.
I order a whiskey double and down it immediately ordering another. How did things change so fast, how in the hell did it get this way? I can't blame Michelle, because it's my fault.
"Hey handsome, want to buy me a drink?" A cute blonde comes up to the bar and flutters her eyelashes at me. What the hell, I could use the company. I motion to the bartender to get her whatever she likes. She climbs onto the stool next to me and starts gabbing away. I immediately regret my decision.
After about a half hour of her talking and me not saying a word she still doesn't pick up the hint. "So, why is a tall, dark, and handsome man like you need to drink his sorrows away?"
"Because he's a dense, oblivious mother fucker." I hear a booming voice say, and I don't have to see Sam to know it's him. "Beat it blondie, me and my mate need to have a talk," Sam says bluntly. The blonde has her mouth open in shock staring at me to defend her honor, which I don't, and she scoffs off.
"How did you know I was here?" I turn to Sam's smug face.
"There is GPS on all the company cars, genius."
"But how'd you know to look for me?" I give him a screw off look.
"Miry talked to Aubrey. Stepped in it good, didn't you?" Sam orders a whiskey, downing it to catch up with me. "Aubrey's a mess right now. Miry said she was crying so hard that she couldn't make out hardly a single word."
"Why didn't you tell me about Michelle?" I am pissed, and looking for someone to blame.
"I have a few times, but you blew me off. Apparently you didn't care until now," he says downing his second whiskey.
"You've never said anything." I'm sure of it.
"Miry and I have both told you the feelings she has for you, and that you were fueling them by the way you act with her. I was hoping that with Aubrey in the room you would wake up, but she didn't even exist to you."
"Fuck man, what have I done?" I can't believe that I was so stupid. "What do I do now?" I turn to Sam for his advice.
"You get your stupid ass out of here, and go stop her," Sam says, and like that, I realize that I really didn't try to stop her. Yes, I said please don't go, but I didn't fight.
Driving like a mad man back to my house is a surreal experience. I pray to God she isn't gone, and that I let her walk out of my life like that. That the last thing she saw was me stomping out of the house like a stupid idiot.
I rush in the house and it's quiet. There's not that presence of the love of my life in the kitchen cooking, or in the bedroom waiting for me. The closet where she had so neatly hung her clothes up is now bare of anything Aubrey. The bathroom is missing that woman's touch of make-up, shampoo, and other girly things. It is empty, the house and my heart.
It's like it was all a dream, like Aubrey was a dream. I can't reach out and touch her soft skin. I can't pull her sexy body into mine and kiss her lips.
I fall on the bed and land on her pillow smelling her. Her flowery sweet scent is the only thing left of her in this house. I didn't even say good bye, I stomped out of the house like a fifth grader slamming the door. Jesus I am such a stupid idiot.
I instantly grab my phone and try calling her. I need to hear her voice so bad right now. It goes straight to voice mail. I know she should be in New York by now. So I send her a text:
Just want to know you are safe in New York, Ian
I get an instant reply:
Yes
That's it. A simple, one word, go fuck yourself, yes. I throw my phone and it smashes into the wall shattering in a hundred pieces.
*****Read what happens next in Book # 3 Deep Blue Forever, Coming soon, February 2014
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Other books by this Author:
Unbreakable, Cypress Grove Series.
Deep Blue Impact
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