My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 2 (Episode 16)
~ Mary’s POV ~
Friday ***
“Are you sure this dress will fit me?” For the tenth time, I asked Comfort. I was at her apartment getting ready to go out. I did my makeup along with my hair which I pinned to the side. I liked having my locs loose, but out of my face, so I could see a dress I wasn’t sure I could fix.
The dress looked tiny compared to my small, skinny frame.
“Yes!” she yelled outside of the bathroom door. “Stop being scared to look hot and just put it on. I’m almost done with my hair.”
Following her advice, I put on the dress. It wasn’t as much of a struggle as I thought it would be. Instead, it slipped right on. After making sure I had it on, I turned toward the bathroom mirror.
Oh, my John would kill me if he saw me wearing this in public. It has a cutout bodycon; a slit dress that showed off my thigh, the tops of my Brë@šts, and a bit of my stomach. It was snug, but it wasn’t constricting. Although I wasn’t used to wearing something as revealing as this, I did look nice. The dress clung to the figure I had, including my butt. I turned in the mirror, admiring myself.
I felt sëxy.
I did one… once-over before exiting the bathroom. I found Comfort puffing out her fro’ as I walked toward her room. When she heard my approach, she turned and then gasped. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.
“Girl, you look good!”
“Thank you,” I replied shyly. “And you too.”
Comfort was dressed in a trouser and a crop top that made her stand out. Her hair framed her face in ginger waves. She gave me a wink before she grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room.
We went into the kitchen where she let my hand go. I watched her as she went through her cabinets before pulling out a bottle of liquor.
The next thing she did was get two shot glasses. She dropped one before me before filing it up, doing the same for hers.
“To best friends!” she cheered, and we clinked glasses and then threw back the shots. The drink tasted like acid.
“Um, Comfort, what kind of drink is this?” I asked her wishing to get rid of the taste.
“I have no idea, but I know you don’t like the taste,” we laughed.
We had some time before leaving. We just took some time chatting and drinking. I had already told John days prior that I’d be going out. And I’ll most likely spend the night at Comfort’s house. He acted as though he could care less. It hurt my feelings, but I just shrugged it off. I knew he was still mad at me.
No, I’m not going to kill the mood thinking about my husband. My marriage for that matter.
“So…..,” Comfort trailed off.
“So…. What?” I laughed.
“Did you tell your husband the truth?” And I thought I’d be the mood killer. I grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured myself a drink. I instantly threw back the shot before pouring myself another.
“Is that bad?” she asked.
I nodded.
“My husband isn’t talking to me,” I answered her question. Her brows raised in alarm.
“I’m sorry, Mary.”
“Me too. I don’t mean to dampen…”
“No, no…It’s okay. It’s just a lot I know. It’s my fault for agreeing in the first place and then hiding the truth.”
“It takes two to make those choices. You said yes because he was pushing you to after what happened,” she placed a comforting hand on mine. Comfort wasn’t talking about my miscarriage since she had no idea I ever had one. No, she was talking about what caused it. If she knew everything that had happened, including my miscarriage, she would kill John. And I wouldn’t want to see her talk trash about my husband.
“You know what? Just forget everything!”
“Huh?” her outburst confused me.
“Tonight, you aren’t Maryjane. You’re Mary the hardest,” she hailed me.
“Really?”
Comfort sighed. “You have one night to let loose and have fun. “Don’t worry about anything going on outside of this night. Your marriage, job, and even that new friend. Let it all go for one night.”
Her eyes shifted to the wedding ring I wore on my finger. The one I never took off unless I was doing the dishes. The one time I didn’t, and it almost fell into the drain. Despite its small size, its weight was heavy.
I looked back to Comfort, hesitant. “Now, I’m not saying go act single. I’m only suggesting to leave your burdens behind for one night.”
John would be mad if I took off my ring. But John wasn’t there, my mind whispered.
Besides, it was only a night. He would never know I took it off. I placed it on the counter where I knew it would be when I come back. The smile on my face was unsure. Although I was nervous about not wearing my ring, my body wasn’t as tense as it was seconds ago.
In fact, I felt lighter.
We eventually left.
***
I could listen to music from outside the club. The words not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn’t cold outside as Comfort and I walked in our heels towards the doors that had a line and bouncers who stood outside.
Soon as we reached there, Comfort grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the bouncers. She spoke to them while one of them complained. Sometimes I forgot Comfort was an outgoing person who knew people. The bouncer let us in with a big smile and we grinned at each other.
Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than thirty people in the club tonight, and plenty more that I couldn’t count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to.
My heels clacked along the floor as I followed Comfort. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.
The moment we got there, Comfort ordered two shots of Hennessey, our turn-up drink. I sat down on an empty seat while waiting for it. In no time, the bartender handed us our shots to which Comfort and I clinked glasses and then threw them back.
“Whew!” Exclaimed Comfort.
I held back a wince as the alcohol reached the back of my throat. We ordered four more shots before she took my hand and headed to the dance floor. The Dj seemed to be doing a good job tonight as he was playing popular songs.
Comfort and I started moving our bodies to the music. Reaching my hands up towards the sky as I shuffled left to right, front to back.
I was feeling the beat, and a lazy smile appeared on my face. I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance, to lose myself in the moment and let go of my inhibitions.
Sweat formed on my brow as I exercised my body. I didn’t know how much time had passed or how many songs I had. But I had to give Comfort credit. This was a good idea.
Currently, Comfort and I were dancing back to back, moving our waists as a small crowd formed around us. Years ago, I used to thrive on moments such as these, feelings from the eyes of every stranger while I closed my eyes and let my body move. I didn’t know it at the time, but my body was hypnotic and sëxy. I was skinny, with a flat stomach, perky Brë@šts, and a nice @$$ to go with it.
I was too thin with nothing to show for it. Except for John. Then again, I might not be skinny after all since he comments frequently about how I was gaining too much. I didn’t know what to think. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, it was hard for me to tell anymore.
Feeling my mood dampen, I slowed down my dancing and turned to Comfort before patting her on her shoulder.
“I need to get a drink,” I yelled so she could hear me above the music. She nodded.
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I didn’t want her to worry.
Comfort shook her head and started to dance again. While I headed toward the bar, squeezing past people. When I pushed past the crowd, I made my way to the bar and sat on a bar stool.
I asked the bartender for a Smirnoff ice, which he gave me quickly. As I sat sipping my drink, I surveyed the crowd. Through the throng of people, I could see Comfort having the time of her life while people around her cheered her on. It was an exciting sight to see and I laughed as she started body rolling.
Finishing my drink, I asked the bartender for water. I sat the glass down on the bar and my hand captured my attention. I looked down at it, frowning. My wedding finger felt naked without my ring. There has never been a time when I haven’t been wearing it for hours at a time. I never took it off.
“That was quite a show you put out there,” the scratchy sound of a man’s voice had me lifting my head. Sounding as if he smoked cigars on a regular. I shifted my focus to the right side where the voice came from.
Just from seeing him, I know I was right. It was a young man who probably was in his late forties, dressed in what looked like an expensive outfit.
He placed his hand atop one another on the counter, with a thick gold ring shining on his finger. He grinned at me, ÇOçkily.
Here we go, I mentally sighed.
“Thanks,” I responded, not wanting to entertain him.
“Why sit here all alone? Do you need a dance partner?”
“No, thank you,” I told him, turning away. Yet he still didn’t get the hint. I saw him move closer out of the corner of my eye.
“But….,” before I could interrupt him myself, another voice spoke.
“I believe she said no,” a deep baritone of a man’s voice perked my ears. “Can you just go?”
When I turned around, it surprised me to see the man actually go away like he was afraid of the new voice I heard.
After he left, I faced the voice of the man who spoke up to me and my eyes widened. He was a dark-skinned man with a side beard. He wore a black shirt and black trousers with three buttons on his shirt opened, showing off a bit of his toned chest.
There he stood, tall and proud with his hands shoved in his pockets.
Despite his casual stance, the man reeked of confidence, which he should have because he was highly attractive. Permit to say he was cute.
Oh! God, what is wrong with me?
Swallowing down my nerves, I spoke, “Thank you,” he dipped his head in acknowledgment.
“No thanks needed.” He came closer to me, so we wouldn’t have to speak louder at each other.
“But a dance would be nice compensation?”
“Oh! Really? I quirked a brow.
“You know,” he shrugged, playing it cool.
“For saving you and all,” he motioned to the bartender and asked for a shot. The bartender left to get it while our conversation continued.
“Saved me? I can’t call that saving. Besides, I had it handled.”
The nerves of this man though. What a cheap way to manipulate me. I scoffed.
“What’s the problem? Are you scared I might out-dance you?”
Don’t say it, Mary. Don’t say it! He’s doing it on purpose. Just walk away… I heard a voice in my head.
I leaned closer to him. “You could never out-dance me,” I glared. I knew I set myself up when he nodded, then picked up his shot glass. He threw it back, swallowed the alcohol, and slammed it on the counter before leaning infinitely closer to me. The man smirked in front of my face, egging me on further.
“Prove it.”
Ugh. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face. I stood up abruptly, practically marching to the dance floor with him right on my heel. A new song was beginning to play, so I started moving to the beat as I moved through the crowd.
When I reached the perfect spot to feel the bass thrum through my body, I turned.
There he stood, watching me with his dark brown eyes. Seemingly in a trance.
My heart thumped.
I smiled at him before I started swaying to the music again. Moving my shoulders, arms, and waist as I danced. I beckoned him closer to me and he approached at arm’s length.
“You’re just standing there,” I yelled over the music.
“I thought you were a better dancer?” I taunted him, laughing. Not bothering to wait for a response, I turned the other way and began dancing.
d@mn! I felt so free and light!
I had forgotten how much I loved this, I don’t know why I ever stopped having fun. Why I became so boring, but I didn’t have to worry about that now. I was happy now and tipsy. I forgot drinks had a way of sneaking up on me.
Before I could ponder on it, I felt the presence of another person behind my back, swaying along with the music. I didn’t have to look back to know it was the man from earlier. His alcoholic scent breeching my nose despite the surrounding crowd.
I turned around to face him again and was met with his chest, just seeing the height difference. His body was moving to the beat along with mine. I looked up and saw him grinning down at me. He held out his hand to me, causing me to look at it curiously.
“I still have to prove that I am better.”
I rolled my eyes and accepted his hand. I don’t know if it was the drinks we had earlier, but I wanted to have fun. Once I took his hand, we danced for a while, our bodies matched each other’s energy as sweat formed on our foreheads. He swayed me around and I had the time of my life.
Somehow, later on, we had yet to separate from each other. It was as if we couldn’t stop dancing. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure how, but we ended up with him dancing behind my back as I leaned on him.
Grinding on each other, then swaying to the music once it slowed. His hands were on my lips as he swayed them how he wanted them to be. I turned my head, glancing up at the man and our eyes met. His brown eyes lit in the darkened room as we stayed, pressed together.
I wanted to feel guilty being in another man’s arms, but my mind couldn’t focus. Maybe I was too tipsy to care. But it wasn’t like I was going to see the man again. It was just for tonight.
Besides, no man had danced with me like this before. I’ve tried to convince John to dance with me once, but he would rather be struck at the bar. But this man was different. I felt something different dancing with him.
Electric.
“Hey,” a voice broke me out of my thought. I moved my eyes away from the man and faced Comfort. She had beads of sweat down her face and she gave me a silly smirk.
I untangled myself from the man as fast as I could, sobering up. “Looks like I need to come back later,” Comfort said.
“No, no,” I cut her off. What was I doing? Dancing with a man in such a way.
“We’re leaving. Thanks for the dance!” I told him before grabbing Comfort’s arm and hightailing it out of there. I knew it was rude, but what I just did was worse. Throwing myself at a stranger! I was such a fool. A married fool!
“Wait,” the man shouted, but I pulled Comfort as she stumbled, trying to keep up with me through the crowd, trying to lose the man in the process. I heard him shout again, but I paid him no attention. All I knew was that we had to leave.
I shouldn’t have taken the d@mn ring off.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer
