Stay or Leave 🌶

I finished getting ready and headed off to Jared’s. It was farther than I was willing to walk, and I was already late, so I hailed a cab. It was a quick ride to his side of the city and seeing his car in the drive let me know that he had already made it home.

Not sure if I should just walk in, I decided to knock.

*Knock Knock*

It took a few moments for him to come to the door, “Hi, come on in”.

He opened the door wide and motioned for me to head inside.

I walked in to see Amelia playing at the table in her pajamas while Jared was prepping for dinner. Seeing this side of him was so different. When we were married, he never cooked for me, he would just order out or get a frozen dinner.

“I am glad you decided to come back. It was nice having you over yesterday.”, he had a hand towel draped over his shoulder as he cooked.

“Thank you for having me.”, I sat at the table to play dolls with Amelia.

Jared had done a complete 180 from when I knew him.

Sure, he was there for me since the day my parents died, but my life was full of grief and sadness. There was no way he could avoid absorbing some of my emotion. The me he meet was born in pain and knew nothing other than pain to survive.

It was like I got high on pain and being hurt, that I expected to experience pain from every relationship. I have constantly felt unworthy of love because the only love I knew was taken from me and I had to watch as it slowly faded away.

Sitting here watching him, I started to wonder if all of my pain finally broke him, and he went looking for emotional maturity elsewhere. Sure, he could have left me. He could have walked away, but that too could have been painful to watch me suffer.

He had spent his entire life filling my metaphorical emotional cup, that I never took the time to fill his. Drained and still working daily to ensure I felt loved and wanted. A break from my pain is all he needed to thrive.

Watching him with Amelia, cooking and dancing around the kitchen. This is the man he was destined to be, but he was burdened by all of my hurt. I couldn’t start a relationship with him again because it would only bring him pain.

“What’s got you looking like that?”, he pulled me out of my thoughts.

“A lot on my mind, aside from watching you be a great father.”, he smiled at my words.

“Being a father has been such a fulfilling experience. Hardest thing I have ever taken on because it’s my responsibility to keep a child alive, but she brings such joy to my life.”, his smile widened as he spoke of her.

“That is a very attractive quality.”, I admitted while walking over to the counter to watch him cook.

“Oh, is it now?”, he looked at me and gave me a wink.

We sat and talked while he finished cooking. He made us a panned seared Ahi Tuna steak that he placed neatly over an arugula salad. It looked like a dish from a fancy restaurant, yet he made it look so effortless.

He cut up some of the Ahi for Amelia and gave her some broccoli and mac n cheese for sides. I helped him clear and set the table for dinner while he poured us a glass of wine. It was a picture-perfect moment that most people dreamt of, but I mind was solely focused on his body.

On Fridays we could dress more casual at work, but I never really paid much attention to what he wore. He was wearing a silky-smooth black polo paired with off white slacks. His brown leather belt matched his brown leather loafers, it was a dressy casual.

He looked like a hot dad that I would totally see woman flocking to at the grocery store. I never noticed before, but he wore his wedding band still. It was on the right hand, but he kept it.

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POV: Jared

She sat across from the table wearing a dress that made my eyes linger on her breasts. It was low cut, but if that wasn’t enough her thighs would peek out of the slits on her sides. She bent forward over the table, and I saw a sliver black lace.

Her hair was tossed in long beautiful golden waves, and she never wore makeup before, so it was different to see it on her face tonight. It was subtle, but she applied it in all the right places to accentuate her natural beauty.

It took every ounce of myself control not to drool over her at the table. Amelia was still too young to understand, but I still didn’t want to act inappropriately in front of her. Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough.

I was surprised when she took her foot and rubbed my leg under the table, but she didn’t stop there. She ran her foot up my thigh and between my legs. Teasing my cock as she sat there and ate as if it were just a simple dinner.

She could tell the instant I became hard, and she winked at me before licking her lips. This was her coming on to me and I was ready to sit back and let her take control. Something inside of her was different than before.

When we were married sex was a chore and something we both didn’t enjoy doing. I spent my whole life mending her broken emotional state that we never had the chance to fully explore all the enjoyment sex had to offer.

Her taking control in her apartment was the first time I was able to relax and enjoy her body without thinking about the emotional aftermath. And I like that she was in total control, I would follow her around on all fours if she told me to.

Dinner was ending and it was time for me to put Amelia to bed.

“I’ll be right back, I am going to put her down to bed.”, I stood up and took my plate to the sink.

I needed to give my dick a moment to simmer down.

“I will clean up while you do that.”, she started clearing the table.

Like it was a usual routine we both worked together to clean up and settle down. I broke out the baby gate and put it in Amelia’s door frame. Leah was right about the possibility of her waking up in the middle of the night.

I didn’t want her wondering and getting into something that could hurt her.

By the time I finished tucking her in, Leah had cleaned up from dinner. That left nothing for us to do before we settled down for the night. I noticed Leah’s bag on the guest bed, so I assumed she was staying the night again.

We grabbed our wine glasses, and I grabbed the bottle as we headed for the couch.

I topped us off as we sat on the couch laughing and talking like we had been friends for years, like the marriage and divorce never happened.

The sexual anticipation was building up and I was ready to bust until I heard someone at the door.

*Knock Knock*

She looked at me and I looked back at her. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I decided to get up and check it out.

I opened the door, “Hello.”.

“Where is she?”, he asked me.

I could tell he was pissed off and I wasn’t ready to get punched in the face again, so I ushered him in.

She stood up as he walked into the living room.

“Adrian!”, she huffed.

“If dinner is done, we should be going.”, he spoke directly to her as if I weren’t standing there.

“No. I am staying here tonight.”, she didn’t seem scared of him.

“We can go, or I can pick you up and take you with me.”, his fists clenched with his words.

Again, she was unbothered by his demands. It was sexy to see her in such control of a man twice her size.

She walked toward him, then I wasn’t expecting what she did next.

Slipping her dress down her arms, she slowly pulled it down in front of both of us. The burnt orange fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her wearing a sexy black lingerie.

I could tell this pissed him off, but I just stood there with my mouth wide open. What the actual fuck was happening right now.

His eyes dark and full of anger boiling inside.

She stepped out of the pooled dress and walked over to me. His eyes followed her every step and his body tensed. He was ready to blow steam.

Grabbing my arm, she pulled me to the couch and pushed me back on it.

Then she turned to him, “I am going to fuck the shit out of him. Do you care to watch? Or can I show you to the door?”.

Damn, she told him exactly how it was going to be and was in complete control of the room.

He huffed, “Put your dress back on.”.

“If you come an inch closer, I will fuck him in front of you without showing you to the door.”, I didn’t know if she was serious or not.

Neither looked as if the other wanted to back down, but I was already hard watching her command him. And oddly not bother by the fact he may watch.

“Leah, this is my last warning.”, he gritted his teeth.

“And I told you Adrian, that I would finish what you started earlier… with or without you.”, that only pissed him off even more.

She turned toward me and straddled me, my eyes darting back and forth confused. Was she really going to fuck me in front of him?

“What will it be Adrian? Stay or leave?”, then she turned to me as if she were ready to begin.

This man needed to make up his mind, did he want to stay or leave?

-To be continued-