Day 76: Tales Of Early Morning Romps And Hidden Plans
Day 76 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
Saturday mornings will never be the same. Let me explain.
I didn’t get home that late from Richmond last night. Sophia seized up as soon as I became defensive about James’ whereabouts.
My plan was to talk to her about her investment and get her talking about our business and the future. Then I could make some wild statements about what was happening and she would hopefully correct me with what was actually going on.
It was a juvenile plan, I know.
But this was what all this secrecy and tension and evasive conversations were forcing me to do.
Her silence though was deafening. What did I expect? What could I expect from my friendships as of late?
Disappointment, at the very least.
Sophia, Malcolm and I ended up having a drink and then going our separate ways. I was home before nine. Foolish me thought James would still be at the house when I got in. He wasn’t. And I wasn’t about to start hunting for him now.
Now it was morning, I knew he was home. I could hear it. I could hear him and another man making all sorts of groaning and heaving noises.
There were no prizes for guessing these two were screwing each other’s brains out. Loudly, unapologetically. The noises fluctuated, eventually climaxing with James letting out a piercing yelp.
Not only was this a reminder I wasn’t getting any sex, but it was also a bleak reality of roommate assimilation. By my mid-thirties, I thought this would be a non-issue.
And of course, I thought it would be me filling this house with sex noises like I once did with Douglas.
He liked to take me whenever the moment struck. He wouldn’t care if I was in the middle of ironing a blouse. He would pounce, and I would relent.
Who was my ex doing this with now? What woman had the pleasure of Douglas’ attention?
Pulling on my dressing gown, I tip-toed my way out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.
As I was about to start fixing coffee and breakfast, I heard the pair start up again. I couldn’t listen to it anymore.
If I wasn’t participating, I sure as hell wasn’t going to the concert.
Yet, on my way to turn on the television, I tripped over the Louis Vuitton briefcase James had been carrying around.
The impact hurt; it was like he had bricks inside.
Any normal, non-suspicious person would have left their roommate and best friend’s possessions alone.
Respect their privacy.
Leave temptation alone.
But I’m not that person right now. Hell no.
I picked up the briefcase and looked in it. And I took photos of everything. Every-thing.
With my brief inspection, suddenly the noise of my roommate fucking was a welcomed distraction.
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