I don’t know why I do some of the things I do honestly.
I thought I could get some peace and quiet on Tuesday night. I ducked the Hubby and landed at Mr. X’s place. Did I do it because Mr. X suspected I was seeing someone else? Did I do because Iya got me in a fix with her phone call during lunch with Mr. X sitting across from me trying hard not to show interest in a conversation he was obviously eavesdropping in?
I really do not know but I guess I felt a little guilty with “Yes Mummy, I’ll be seeing him this evening” when that ‘him’ was not Mr. X.
The night was uneventful and for some moments, it felt good. I slept off peacefully shrugging off Mr. X’s touches. For a moment, his touch made my skin crawl. It was alien to me at that point.
Then the morning came and World Peace shattered. I tried to shrug off the nauseating feeling of being touched by Mr. X. I quickly showered and got dressed. Work was going to be eventful. I don’t know if Mr. X was having a horny carryover but somehow he got me back to where I left off and there I was getting my nice prim dress ruined and my parts plugged.
I wasn’t that happy but as the time went by, all I wanted to do was get to work. he irritated me.
getting to work, I tried to wave off the feeling and get back into the groove. He didn’t encourage it.
Fast forward to last night, I told him I was putting myself in the line of danger and he didn’t bother to check up on me. I still went to his place and found him happily asleep.
I was hurt last night but ashamed that I had thrown myself at this man.
The Hubby has been quite nice…checking up, loving up. I have to change.
Mrs. Y
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