Mafia Desire (Erotica)

He scowled at her presumption. “No, I wasn’t. I would’ve said my goodbye’s and traveled north-east from Las Vegas. You would have come home and no one would have found out about your infidelity, including me.”

“Did Dale drop your sorry ass?” Charlize asked with a wicked grin.

“No! Our marriage is stronger than ever,” Monique said with a self-satisfied smile on her lips and Marion grinned widely at her.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Charlize’s eyes went to Kyle who was grimly staring down at his place setting as his stomach turned.

He was seething with disgust and suppressed anger. The spoiled princess who always got what she wanted. He didn’t know what she’d said to Dale but he couldn’t help but lose all respect for the man.

Fiona looked between Monique’s smug smile and Kyle’s stony expression. She didn’t want to lose her friends but she saw how her oldest one had hurt Kyle. “Monique, apologize to Kyle,” she said quietly to the woman.

Monique looked at Fiona in shock. “I’ll do no such thing! He’s just being a self-righteous hypocrite!”

“Fiona, I don’t want her apology. The woman has no integrity. An apology from her would just be empty words,” Kyle stated plainly. At Monique’s outraged gasp, he shook his head in disgust. Marion was staring daggers at him but he just ignored her.

“Goodbye Fiona. I hope it all works out for you. I truly do.” He stood up and tenderly kissed her forehead before turning to Phoebe. “I’m going to go join Roger at the sports bar. That’s where I’ll be when you finish up here.” She nodded to him with wide eyes.

He left the table and left the restaurant. He found the sports bar and walked inside. It was fairly busy but he spotted Roger at the bar watching the TV. The stool next to him was empty. He made his way over.

“You mind if I sit here?” he asked.

Roger glanced at him with a frown. “Why aren’t you with the ladies?”

“I said my goodbyes to Fiona. I can’t stay there with Monique accusing me of overreacting to her tricking me into her infidelity.”

Roger got a mean look in his eye. “You fucked another married woman.”

Kyle ordered a scotch and faced Roger. “She sold me a story of neglect and loneliness. Sprung the trap by telling me she spoke with her husband and they were getting divorced.” He grit his teeth and snarled with anger and self-loathing. “Lies. All of it. She played my emotions and manipulated me like a master. That said, I can’t deny I wanted her. Smart, funny, beautiful… just… selfish and spoiled to her core.” His drink arrived and he tossed it back. He grimaced at the harsh burn. Not the best scotch but it was a sports bar.

“Did you come here to have your ass kicked again,” Roger growled.

Kyle paused as he thought about that. Why had he come here? “I don’t know. Maybe? I want to believe I’m innocent in this situation. I believed what she was telling me. But I wanted to believe her.” He shook his head as he stared into his empty tumbler wishing for more of the awful scotch.

“What about her husband?” Roger asked.

“I told him what happened. He knew nothing of any divorce. He… he said she always got what she wanted. He said she wouldn’t this time. But he’s staying with her. She’s quite smug about that.” He caught the bartender’s eye and gestured for another scotch.

Roger was silent, sipping at his beer as he watched Kyle get his drink and sip at it this time. Finally he spoke as Kyle made no sign of continuing. “So you came looking for me. I’m not interested in beating on you. I’m just here to watch the game and enjoy my beer. Piss off.”

Kyle looked Roger in the eye and saw the man’s disgust there. He looked away and nodded. He tossed the scotch back, put money on the bar to cover the drinks and moved to a booth opening up on the far side of the room.

A waitress stopped by and he ordered another scotch.

There were other ways to punish oneself.

Hammers pounded on his skull as a droning rumble went on and on, throbbing in his abused ears. Kyle cracked his eyelids and sunlight stabbed into his brain. Clamping his eyes closed once more, he whimpered pitifully, praying for a swift end to his misery but the droning just continued.

“Come here you silly cat. Leave the man to wallow in his misery alone.”

The weight on his chest suddenly lifted and the droning rumble moved away.

Kyle struggled to open his eyes and after the initial pain he saw he was in Phoebe’s living room. On the couch. He blinked at her.

“This was as far as we were able to carry you last night,” Phoebe explained. “What the hell were you thinking? You had a concussion! You don’t go on a bender after that!”

Wincing from the volume he raised his hands in surrender. He felt his gut churn then he was stumbling for the washroom.

He dropped to his knees before the toilet and heaved until he thought he might break a rib.

Once he was wrung out, he dropped back onto his ass and leaned back against the wall. Phoebe was watching him from the doorway.

“What time is it?” he managed.

“Around 10:45AM.”

At his concerned look she continued. “They’re covering my morning classes but I’m going in for my noon class. I was about to wake you.” She gave him an exasperated look. “Listen, I wrote a small list of tasks I need your help with around the house. You need to keep busy and I understand you’re handy with tools. Lord knows Linus wasn’t. Luis. Whatever. I need help. Will you do it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’m going in. I’ll see you at 5:30PM.”

He managed to nod.

“Will you be ok?” she asked gently.

He looked up at her from the bathroom floor and nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Actions, not words.”

He thought about that and nodded.

“See you tonight.”

“Tonight.”

Then he was alone. He heard the front door close and lock.

Taking a sniff he realized he stank. He pulled off his shirt and boxers. Someone had undressed him last night.

He stepped into the tub and got the shower running.

Once he was scrubbed clean he got out and brushed his teeth to get that awful taste from his mouth. He found some mouthwash and tried that too.

He wandered down the hall to the bedroom and pulled some fresh clothes from his saddlebags and got dressed. Then he walked out to the kitchen and found the list of chores on the counter. He snorted to himself with a grin at the little happy faces she’d drawn on the page to take the sting out of asking for so many tasks.

The smile lingering on his face, he picked through the meager tools from the tiny tool box and got to work. He had to earn his keep after all.