Caesar had been urging for the clock to strike ten o'clock. He'd been cooped up in the office all day. He glanced at the mountain of reports that required to get wrapped up by tomorrow morning and groaned. I don't wish to go over this all again. He thought as he drew his tie off. He drafted a note in his planner, had alerts on his phone, yet somehow all that didn't alter, the matter that he hadn't gotten his job accomplished. Hours and minutes flew by where time seemed like lingering for wet cement to dry.
He reviewed his cell for the time. A minute had moved since he last checked. He couldn't fathom all the disputes going on with his laborers today, slouching down on his armchair he gawked at a photograph of his gorgeous bride. "Father god, how did I get so lucky," Caesar spoke, concluding that it was destiny. A gentle knock at the door halted his thoughts. "Come, on in," Caesar yelled.
Mary his special secretary came waltzing inside. Caesar glared at her wishing that she would just leave him alone for a few minutes. "Wonderful evening Caesar I have the registers you requested," There was a minute of uncomfortable silence as he studied her, checking out all of her assets. She wore a skintight dress that came to just above her ass along with her regular fuck me heels. God knew he craved to take her right there and god knew what he would do. Caesar did in fact cherish his roommate, but in his views she was a little small for his pleasing.
His erection forced rough against her butt, and a grin ran down her face. "Take the dress off of you now," he growled, while closing the door. That midnight In the office he took her, taking her as if that was his wife. Mary's head swung back against the wall as he filled her up. After they were wrapped up Caesar set her off to go do more paperwork referring to one of his most powerful clients. Time rolled by and it was time for him to leave. Staring at his wristwatch, he clutched his coat and headed into the parking garage.
As he went to his jeep, he noticed something sticking on my car window. When he drew closer, he recognized that what settled there was a thick envelope with his name on it. His concern won the best of him, causing him pick it up. He got into his car and opened the envelope, seeing something that drove his blood to boil. Inside the envelope bore images of HIS Milani kissing and rubbing on a strange guy. In total there was about 15 pictures but the last one was the one that got his furious. It was a picture of Milani lying down in bed with that same stranger from all the other pictures. He clasped my fists stepping on the gas, heading to his favorite bar.
That night he drank and drank until he couldn't feel the bitterness he was going through. Caesar couldn't admit she'd deceive him like that. Caesar knew he wasn't perfect, he'd cheat on her all the time. The difference was that he never kissed the girls, he'd never hug them or showed the slightest trace of intimacy with them.
He woke up with a killer headache not recalling a lick of what took place the night before. The mere details he could recall was from before he got to his car. Slamming his palm on his forehead he glanced at the time seeing that it was still around 4am. He couldn't sleep so he got up to for a cup of water to cool his spirits. He scanned his surroundings and wondered why he was sleeping at the foot of the upstairs bathroom.
By the time he reached the last four steps, he stumbled on his feet. Next thing he knew, he was face-down on the ground. He could feel something solid under his body as he laid on the floor. Taking out his phone he shone his flashlight to investigate. Shock streaked down his spine as his brain shut down. What he saw under his body led to his eyes to go wide.
There laid his wife spread on the ground practically lifeless, Fear sailed in his vein as he checked for a pulse. She was hardly breathing but still unconscious. After he pulled her up in his arms, he recognized her body was so cold and pale; He caressing her dried wet teary cheek. Minutes later he could hear the ambulance arriving.
He felt worthless, he could merely stay there and stand by while his bloodshot, puffy, mourning eyes prayed for her to stay conscious. Pathetic. He thought while still holding onto his cold wife. Shortly after, a pair of strong hands drew him back into realism as they strapped her onto the stretcher rolling her into the ambulance. The drive to the emergency room was further frightening than comforting. With every stop that the ambulance flew past, his uneasiness increased greater worrying that a truck would come out of nowhere collapsing into them.
One paramedic sensing his nerve wrecking state revealed that If he didn't call when he did, she could've bled to death. Caesar felt they were trying to help, but their words just made him even further panicky. He didn't care about anything all he cared about was if she would be okay because deep down he could sense this was his fault.
They arrived at the door, white and silent just like every other hospital building. Surgeons and nurses circled her as soon as they got inside, preparing her a hospital bed, sticking IV's, oxygen tanks and heart monitors to her. The doctors ordered Caesar to get out of the area so that they could prepare her for surgery. He tried to resist but soon explored the hospital to cool down. Thoughts after thoughts he shoved his fist into his back pockets forcing himself to recall what took place that night. Nothing.
Signing he looked around there were flowers, leather chairs, pale white walls. He rested his head into his hands. What a start for the day. He sneered reading the clock. After hours and hours of waiting in one miniature area. A doctor arrived with green scrubs, his black hair fixed high in a ponytail. He was a white man with enormous blue eyes, the color of the ocean. His actions were sharp and with purpose, he took a while to analyzed the chart for a few moments then look up with a small smile.
"Milani kekoa"
Caesar got up and ran to the doctor. "Will my wife be ok? Please tell me she's alright? How is she? Can I please see her?" Caesar pleaded watching as the doctor smiled. "She will be alright, the surgery was a success, although we had to slip her in a coma, but she'll wake up in no time." Holding a hand over his heart a huge breath Caesar didn't know he had been holding in left his trembling lips. He looked up praying to god, thanking him for saving his beautiful wife.
An hour passed by that he hadn't eaten. After a long battle he got up leaving the hospital to go take a shower. When he got home, he took off all his clothes, taking a nice long warm shower. When he finished, he got out the shower and took a fresh pair of clothes, putting on a black long sleeve T-shirt, white slippers with grey sweats. He strolled into the kitchen, searching through the fridge, scanning for something great to eat. After picking up the chopping knife and cutting the vegetables, he made a sandwich.
He turned on his phone after leaving it in the charger all night. The phone buzzed in his palm notifying him that he'd received a voicemail a few hours ago. "Hey Ceaser... it's Sarah, I wanted to make sure you got home safe. I know you weren't in your right mind yesterday I could tell you took the news bad. Listen, I called to tell you that I'm sorry I had to tell you Milani cheated that way. What she did was awful and evil, I know it shouldn't be my business to tell since I'm merely your brother's fiancé. But I figured you should know. If-."
He couldn't take it anymore, soon after a wave of memories of last night came back to him. Fires, rage and disgust roamed through his veins and before he knew it he was heading straight towards Sarah's home for an explanation.
As the days passed by Caesar became increasingly cold towards anything that came his way. Today was the 17th day Milani had been in the hospital. There had been no sound in the mansion for a while. A few weeks ago all he ever wanted was to go home and sleep with his wife, now all he could do was imagine the same thing repeatedly, Milani cheating on him with an unknown piece of shit.
The doorbell buzzed again. For the past five minutes someone had been ringing the bell, demands that he leave his bathroom and open the door for them. Someone wanted his attention. Bolting up, he strolled off to the door, Swinging the door open he came face to face with Sarah. She sucked in her breath and pulled her hands up to her chest. "Listen Ceaser you haven't been out of this mansion for practically three weeks," Caesar just stared at her, that's all he could do these days.
She shoved past him as she settled down on the couch before granting him a pleasant grin. They ended up chatting for a while. Then Sarah started flirting with Caesar and before he knew what was taking place, they were both nude. Their skin pushed roughly against each other, like the finest of sandpaper.
He could feel her hands caressing every inch of his body while he hunted for a condom. He couldn't locate one so instead grasped the back of her neck and went raw. Grunting in the kiss he laid on her nipple, she moaned in pleasure. Moaning as she lowered her warm, excessively wet, pussy down on his erection. This proceeded on until he couldn't bear it in anymore, he cummed all inside her.
"Round two," Sarah moaned. Smirking he nodded pulling out his erection and thus flipping them both over. He knew he was screwing her brains out... every second he plunged inside her she would moan hitting the back of the headboard.
Suddenly the door slammed open there at the entrance stood a shocked face Milani, you could see the tears developing in her eyes. Caesar rolled his eyes. They continued as if they weren't just caught. They ended up climaxing together. Caesar got off the bed putting his trousers back on. He realized that Milani still was there; he went towards a departing Milani.
He observed as the color in her eyes vanished, shifting them from full of life to a lifeless brown color. Before he could say anything she disappeared leaving them standing there flabbergasted.