What if Larisa is the one who opens the door?
Author’s pov
"Could you please repeat what you said on the phone? I didn't quite catch it at first. Are you really breaking up with Taylor?" Bridget asked. It was evening, and Larisa and Bridget had finished their respective work for the day. Bridget worked as a secretary at a law firm, while Larisa was a sales representative for a pharmaceutical company. They were sitting at a bar, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table between them.
"How many times do I have to say it? I am breaking up with Taylor. I'm tired and I've made up my mind. If he were truly attentive, he would have noticed that I've already left him. Every time he asked for sex, I would come up with excuses. It's been a long time we had love," Larisa said solemnly, and silence filled the air as they looked at each other's eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure about this? Taylor is the dream of every woman. He's handsome, charming, and wealthy enough to take care of any woman he desires. Please, reconsider this decision. When you told me over the phone, I thought it was just anger speaking," Bridget pleaded.
Larisa reached for her wine glass with her right hand and took a sip. Leaning back in her armchair, she responded,
"If you're so fond of him, feel free to go and date him. He's too controlling. I no longer enjoy this relationship. Must I always do everything he demands of me? Am I a child? Even my clothing choices have to abide by his rules and regulations." As Larisa finished speaking, she began to shake her leg, and it was precisely at that moment that her phone started ringing in her bag.
"That must be Taylor calling," Bridget predicted.
"I don't think so. I already told him I wouldn't be going to his house today and that I'd be visiting my mum instead. It's been a while since I saw her," Larisa replied, picking up her phone to answer the call from her mother. While Larisa was immersed in conversation with her mum, Bridget got lost in her own thoughts.
"Did Larisa actually say I should date Taylor? Is she serious? Secretly, I've been having some enticing thoughts about him, and when Larisa mentioned dating him, my heart skipped a beat. If only she could see how my eyes lit up," Bridget pondered.
"Bridget! Bridget!!" Larisa called out, but Bridget was still lost in her thoughts until she accidentally hit her right hand on the table.
"What are you thinking about? Your ex-boyfriend?" Larisa chuckled and took another sip of wine.
"Oh, sorry, no, not my ex. I have nothing to do with him. You can't compare your boyfriend to my ex..."
"Don't call him my boyfriend. I've already left him," Larisa interjected.
"Sometimes, I envy you. Maybe it's because you're so beautiful, unlike the rest of us. You still remember my ex, and despite everything I did for him, he still cheated on me. In my world, men are scarce, and no matter what they do, I overlook it. But when it comes to cheating, I draw the line. I can't tolerate that," Bridget paused and took a large sip of wine from her glass.
"Should I tell her about Taylor's twin brother? But if I do, she might think that's the reason I'm leaving Taylor. The way she's talking, I better keep that to myself," Larisa thought, as Bridget placed her glass back on the table.
"Yours won't be difficult. Within the next few months, you'll be in a serious relationship..." Bridget was still talking when Larisa burst into giggles, nearly spilling the wine she was about to drink. Bridget then asked, "Have you started a new relationship?"
"Hmm..." Larisa hummed, contemplating whether to share her thoughts with Bridget. "No, I haven't," she finally replied, glancing at her wristwatch.
"We should start going home."
"Are you going to Taylor's place?" Bridget asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm going to my mum's house. What's going on in your mind?"
"Nothing!" Bridget smiled, but Larisa stood up and said, "Don't pity me. I'm happier now than ever before." She finished her wine and waited for Bridget to stand up. Bridget, lost in her thoughts, stared at her wine glass and lost the desire to finish it.
As they walked out of the bar, Bridget slyly asked, "So when will you be returning to Taylor's place?"
"I'll be going there occasionally, especially now that he's injured. I'll help him with some household chores. I'm doing this because he helped me and my mum in the past, and if he expects us to repay his kindness, I'll gradually do so. His love has become a prison for me, and I need to break free from it..."
"Is that why you were drinking after Taylor's parents' anniversary?" Bridget asked.
"Who told you I was drinking?" Larisa quickly asked, and Bridget swiftly remembered that Taylor had instructed her not to mention it to Larisa.
"Oh, I thought it was you who told me," Bridget shrugged, pretending to be confused and trying to cover up.
"I don't recall telling you that I got drunk after the anniversary."
"Let's forget about that for now. It's not relevant," Bridget said as she stopped a taxi. After getting into the back seat, she quickly said to Larisa,
"I'll call you later," and waved her right hand as the taxi drove away. They couldn't take the same taxi as they lived in opposite directions.
Bridget closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest, attempting to sort through all the conversations she had with Larisa.
"She said it's game over between them. If I had Taylor as a boyfriend, I'd handle him delicately from the touch of another woman." She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. On her way to her estate, she even missed her house because she was consumed by her thoughts.
"Stop!" she shouted. "Actually, you need to turn back. You passed my house." When Bridget saw the driver's expression, she quickly added, "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." The driver wordlessly drove back, and Bridget got out of the car, walking toward her house.
The moment Bridget entered her house and closed the front door, new and unexpected thoughts flooded her mind from all her contemplation in the car. She suddenly stopped in the middle of her living room.
"It's been a while since someone made love to me. Why can't I seize this opportunity?" she thought. She immediately went to her room, dropped her bag on the bed, and took off her dress, leaving only her bra and panties on, with each step accompanied by a new thought.
"Will Taylor even have a slight crush on me? But if someone hasn't made love for a long time, they can easily be swayed by anyone. Are you sure?" She pondered to herself as she entered the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she removed her bra and pants, observing her reflection. Bridget had a fuller figure with ample curves, unlike Larisa, who had a well-proportioned body, cute face, and seductive eyes.
"Time is of the essence!" she thought, quickly turning on the shower and hurriedly cleansing herself. Her heart raced as she needed to get dressed and leave her house to go to Taylor's place. Rushing to her wardrobe, she flung open both doors, scanning through her dresses. Searching for a specific one, she rummaged through her clothes until she found a short gown that showed her cleavage. As Bridget gazed at herself in the mirror near the wardrobe, she nodded approvingly. This was the look she had been aiming for.
Grabbing her bag and glancing at her wristwatch, she noticed it was nearly 6 pm. Locking her door, she hesitated for a moment, plagued by a sudden doubt.
"What if Larisa changes her mind and decides to visit her boyfriend this evening?"
However, Bridget's desire to go outweighed any fear, and she boldly stepped out of her house and entered a taxi. After a thirty-minute ride, she arrived in front of Taylor's house. The fading daylight added to the anticipation pulsing through Bridget's heart as she took each step towards the front door.
"What if Larisa is the one who opens the door?" This particular thought froze her in her tracks, and she found herself gazing at the brown front door.
"Should I say Taylor invited me? That would be a disaster." The more she contemplated, the darker the day seemed to get. Clenching her left hand into a fist, her heart pounded in her chest. Summoning her courage, she took a deep breath and approached the door.
"Hello..." she lightly rapped on the door, "What should I say if Larisa comes out?" The thought crossed her mind once again.
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