-Adult Themes in this chapter, please read with discretion.-
“Misfit…Find Help…. Go get the phone…” I whined dramatically.
“Fine then, you’re no help.” I chuckled, lounging on the loveseat, watching television.
I had left my phone in the kitchen after preparing a bowl of chips, and I was enjoying my lazy day way too much to go fetch it.
“I’ll just go get it when the commercials come on.” I said, as if Misfit cared about what I had to say.
“Coming up next on Simlebrity News… Mystery red hot bombshell seen on the arms of the hottest celebs, is burning up Lucky Palms!” The news anchor announced.
As the voice continued on, my stomach did a flip when they zoomed in on the “mystery beauty”.
“You have got to be kidding me….”
I strained to hear what the news anchor lady was saying, the phone to began to ring again, and between the chaos of the ringing cellphone, and Misfit’s loud squeaky toy, I could barely make out her words.
“Where did she come from? Who is she wearing? And why has she been spotted with Lucky Palms sexiest bachelor, Jaycen Hendrix?”
I felt like I was in some sort of surreal sick nightmare. Right in front of me, with bright blood-red hair, in a sparkly lavender gown, stood Toni Clinton herself on the arm of a very popular celebrity.
Was this it? Was I finally going crazy?
I quickly snapped out of it, and checked my phone, seeing two missed calls, and one text.
One missed call was from Kizzie. No surprise there, I had performed the same-sex pregnancy ritual on her only a day after the kids left for school, and I told her to keep me updated regularly. The next was a text from Wesley’s phone. It was Seymour, saying he’d be working late at the shop tonight. Again, no surprise.
Then, a voicemail from Seymour’s phone, which meant it was one of my kids. Excitedly, I quickly pressed ‘listen’.
“Hi mom! Call me back when you get this. You won’t believe who just texted dad!” Salem said, in the recording.
I nervously pressed call, and almost immediately, Salem answered the phone.
“Honey? Who texted Daddy?” I asked.
“Hi Mom…” She said quietly. Suddenly it all fell into place.
“It was her, wasn’t it?” I asked. “It was Clementine’s mom, huh?”
“I think so, mom. She has a fake name on here though, ‘Bob Smith’…. What a twat.”
The words fake name made me feel like my legs just disappeared.
“Are you sure it was her, baby?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t true.
“I think so. I called her back with the video-chat, and it looked like her. Except she had red hair…”
I froze, in shock. It all made sense now. So not only was this woman now invading my TV, but she still had contact with my husband. How could Seymour not tell me? How could he lie to me?
I took a deep breath, and stared at my wedding ring.
“Okay pumpkin, you did the right thing by telling me, okay? But next time no breaking rules, got it?” I said, just trying to keep myself together and play the role of a mom.
“Yeah I don’t really care that much about rules, Mom.”
“Okay, I’m gonna have to let you go now. You work hard and help your brother out, okay?”
“Love you, Mom…”
“Thank you.” I sighed, really needing to hear that from her. “I love you too.”
I felt my world crashing down on me. This was not the Seymour I knew and fell in love with. It’s as if he’s becoming more and more of a loser as we grow older. I’d expect something like this back in high school, but now that we’re adults with two children, a legacy, a business, and a household to run, I just can’t see how she was worth it.
I felt like nothing. I had to be nothing to him. Part of me wanted to run to him, crying, and try to figure out why he was talking to her. I wanted to know if he cheated. My mind began to race. I could put a ‘cannot tell a lie’ sort of enchantment on him, but he doesn’t like it, he says spells like that stress him out.
He’s so full of shit.
My sadness, shock, and confusion quickly turned into deep anger towards him. I felt like everything he’s ever told me was a lie.
I was tired of crying for years and years. I had nothing left to lose anymore, I was out of tears, and I was completely done.
I wasn’t going to sit around and cry like a victim, I was going to take action. And I knew just the person to help pull me out of this rut….
“I can’t believe this is me….” I said, trying to contain my excitement, as I stared in awe at my new makeover.
“Well, believe it. That’s what Benni does, baby! Works miracles!” Benni, the local stylist smiled.
“I love it, Benni. Thank you!” I squealed. “But what do you think?”
Benni took a puff of her cigarette. “I think you look hot.” She exhaled smoke from her lips. “I’d totally bang you.”
“Perfect.” I grinned.
“Again, thanks for meeting me here to help out, I didn’t mean to make you drag your kids out here.” I pleaded.
“It’s no problem darlin’, really. They like to come with Mommy to the salon, right kids?”
Both children shrugged.
“Well thanks. And also, please don’t tell Seymour’s sisters about this…”
“I won’t, mama! What happens at the salon, stays at the salon.” She winked, taking another drag of her cigarette.
Speeding down the street, I pulled into Brandt’s yard, not caring if Seymour saw.
I found Brandt taking a break from mowing the lawn in his back yard.
His ears must have still been ringing from the roar of the lawn-mower engine, because he didn’t even hear me approach.
“Brant…” I shouted.
Startled, he threw his head back to look at me. He must not have recognized me, because he did a double take.
“Oh my god! Who the hell are you?” Brandt laughed nervously.
I ignored the immediate butterflies from Brandt’s reaction, to keep my tone serious.
“Brandt, we need to talk…”
“And you expect me to focus?”
I approached him slowly, so I didn’t have to shout.
“I was thinking we should talk somewhere a little more privately… Like inside…” I whispered.
His eyes showed hesitation, and I could feel rejection approaching.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kirsten… I mean I want to… Damn do I want to… But ya know, Seymour… ” He said. “I don’t think I want to do that to him.”
I did my best to hold back tears. “Brandt, I found out today that Seymour has been talking to Toni. My daughter found the proof on his cell phone.” I informed.
“Ah, no… Come on man, you’re shitting me…” He pressed.
“No. Had her in his phone with a fake name.”
I couldn’t tell if he was upset with his friend for making poor choices, if he still had feelings for Toni, or he maybe even felt for me. Which ever it was, I haven’t seen him this emotional for a long time.
“I’m so sorry…” He whispered sympathetically.
I bit my tongue to hold back more tears. I’ll be damned if I shed one more tear over this.
“So yeah, that’s why I was hoping we could talk.” I said.
Brandt bit his lip, and looked both ways nervously.
“Okay…” he nodded.
He discreetly grabbed my hand behind his back, and walked me into the house, by my hand.
He brought me into the “guest room” and shut the door behind him.
holding my other hand, he put his lips to my ear gently, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll going to take a quick shower.” He whispered. I was so nervous , that I noticed my hands were trembling.
Then, with the gentlest touch you could imagine, he softly held my chin up, meeting his lips with mine.
“Be right back..” He whispered once more.
I kicked my painful stilettos off of my feet the moment Brandt left the room.
His shower was very quick, and he came back just in time to help me remove my clothes.
“That was fast!” I giggled.
“I was in a hurry…” He whispered, slowly pushing my hair back, to kiss my neck.
His kisses began to intensify, as did my breathing. Before I could stop myself, I was clutching Brandt’s damp hair between my fingers.
The sexual tension between the two of us was finally too much to bear. I spun around and locked lips with him passionately.
Although I always felt as if Brandt knew he was out of my league, I could tell with each kiss he slowly savored, that he’s been wanting to do this a long time.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, that’s why I was doing it. Seymour lied, and potentially cheated on me, and Toni crossed the line once more, I couldn’t think of a better way to get back at the both them!
The rush of adrenaline rushing through my veins was so exciting! I was doing this to rebel, so I knew I had to lay it on thick.
“Mmmm Brandt!” I moaned, digging my hands into his back.
Brandt’s touch was better than anything I ever expected from him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who kisses while making love, but apparently assumptions are made to be broken.
After the deed was done, I instantly jumped out of bed and threw my clothes on, to avoid getting my feelings involved.
He also sat up and put his robe on, watching me confusingly.
“Are you leaving right now?” He asked.
“Well you don’t expect me to stay and cuddle, do you? I grinned, checking my phone.
He groaned as he trudged his way out of the bed. “…No I was just getting ready for round two!” He said, flopping down on the chair in front of me.
“Tempting… But I have a very angry letter to write to my husband.” I said. “Where’s my shirt?”
“I threw it in the fire place, sorry!”
“What?! Why would you do that!?” I laughed.
“You know…” He began, ignoring my question. “I don’t know why I didn’t snatch you up when Seymour was wasting his time with bitches like Toni and Dorothy. He just ain’t man enough for a woman like you.”
My eyes widened in surprise, but I tried to play it cool.
“Can’t argue with you there!” I giggled.
He stood up, leaning against the fireplace.
“In the dresser behind you… Take one of my shirts. I want him to see you in it.” He smiled.
Watching his reflection in the mirror, I smiled back, without hesitation.