The following day, Darian woke up in Andrea's bed alone. Darian looked outside and saw that it was raining like hell. Darian went over to the window to catch a view of the cascading shades drizzling on the window pane. Darian always liked watching and hearing the rain. The battering rain against the windows and the pavements always gave him a moment of clarity.
Yesterday, his mind was flustered with the thoughts of Melissa sleeping with other men. Now he feels indifferent. Sleeping with billionaires who could have any man she wants was a huge confidence booster.
Darian started to have thought about instead if he cheated, but he quickly pushed those thoughts guilt. Melissa was somewhere in Detroit having her fun, so he was going to have his as he thought.
Suddenly Darian felt a pair of small hands reach from behind, grabbing the manhood that startled him. Darian turned around and saw Andrea fully dressed in a blouse, knee-length pencil skirt, stocking, and high heels.
"Bonjour amant," Andrea greeted.
"Good morning,"
"Your awful jumpy this morning,"
"Well, if someone grabbed your junk, you would be two."
"Aw! You don't like me touching you now?"
"Hey, I ain't complaining," Darian smirked.
"Go shower while I get breakfast ready."
After a quick shower, Darian went to the kitchen dressed in a button shirt and khakis. Andrea is just cooking a French omelet and thin slices of steak and a cup of fruit.
Andrea brought two plates and wine glasses to the table while Darian waited patiently. Before Andrea sat, she went to the wine chef and removed a 2-year bottle of Chateau Pichon. Andrea opened the bottle and poured both of them a glass.
"A bottle of wine this early," Darian wondered.
"Oui, why look so surprised? You never had a glass of wine in the morning?"
"No, I mean I only have it for special occasions."
"You should have a glass of wine a day. It's great for invigorating the blood."
"I never thought of it that way!"
"You should try it."
Once Andrea finished pouring the wine, she took a seat.
"So, let's talk about last night. How do you feel about last night," Andrea asked as she grabbed her utensil and started to eat.
"I feel a bit more clarity. I mean, what happened between us was fucking stellar!"
"Just stellar," Andrea smirked. "I guess I will have to teach you that I am far more than just fucking stellar," Andrea replied while giving him a wanting look. "However, I wasn't talking about sex with me."
"If you are referring to the situation with my wife and me. I don't. Our marriage is pretty much up in the air. I still love her, but I don't see her the same way after this open marriage shit started.
"I understand. So what are you going to do when you get back home."
"I guess I will look for a job. But honestly, I am looking for other possibilities."
"Such as!"
"I have been thinking about doing some freelance photography. Maybe travel to America and take pictures."
"Oh, you like to take pictures. You never told me that."
"And you would never find out since our relations were work-related."
"Well, I am glad I fired your ass. Now I can get to know you better."
"So what happens next?"
"All depends on you, monsieur."
"I like to continue what we are doing if you want."
"I would love to."
TWO WEEKS LATER
After spending two weeks in Montreal, Darian returned home to Detroit to maintain his lifestyle of paying bills and making sure the house was in order. When Darian entered the house, he saw Melissa sitting on the couch with a pissed-off look. Melissa cut Darian a dirty look when he walked into the living room.
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? I HAVE BEEN CALLING A TEXTING YOU!"
Darian says nothing as he looks through the mail on the nightstand.
"DO YOU HEAR ME TALKING TO YOU!"
Darian gives Melissa an emotionless look.
"I have been on a date."
"For two fuckin weeks!"
"Yeah and!"
"You can't just disappear and not call me.
"But you can disappear on me and not," Darian asked with a smug look.
Melissa could not find the words to gaslight him. Darian saw that he had the victory with Melissa's doe in a headlight glare.
"Yeah, but…."
"Melissa, I had a long flight; I am going to lay down," Darian replied as he darted upstairs.