I felt claustrophobic inside the jet, it felt like everything was closing in on me. I might be a savvy business man but one thing is certain, I am an epic failure with women. Sofia now Anita, the way she spoke, the weight of her words; they cut me deeply.
"You threw money at me like a slut."
"You think you were the only man I was fucking?"
I poured another glass of whiskey down my throat, the burning sensation doing nothing to ease the discomfort in my heart. Glass after glass and nothing could dull the ache. I didn't care about anything, I didn't care where we were heading, The only thing I told Nadia was we were going back to the city.
I had believed that the child would be mine, I knew the child would be mine but for her to throw the fact that she cheated in my face was shattering. I did the math repeatedly in my head, I trusted her.
The boy wasn't mine then whose was he? She was still in the city when she got pregnant. Was it someone I knew? She let someone else touch her. I was faithful to her, had always been faithful. Even when I didn't know if she was dead or alive, I couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else. I thought she was my woman.
I used to be able to figure her out with her eyes but today, her eyes looked brutal, determined to hurt me. The jest dipped, we were almost landing. I stared out the window at the city lights and thought back to when Genevieve had done almost the same thing to me.
I see her every once in a while at occasions and events and we would share a drink or two, we were still friends after all. She did try to get me back but she missed her chance. Maybe Sofia would come back to me when I found someone else.
The jet landed and I got in the car, knowing exactly what to do. I need to go to where it all began, to the first woman who broke me. I needed release and I was sure I would find it there.
I headed for Genevieve's penthouse, a place I hadn't been in years. The last time I was here was at the welcome party she threw on her return three years ago. I got so drunk, I slept off on the couch.
I knocked and Genevieve opened, as beautiful as ever, with a robe clinging to her curves. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in my state.
"Well, well," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "If it isn't Damian. The prodigal boyfriend,"
"Let me in,", brushing past her and trying not to stumble.
She closed the door behind me, "Are you drunk, Damian?" You look like hell!"
"You did this to me, you set the trend,"
"What are you droning on about?"
"What is it about me you didn't want to marry?"
"Oh, Damian. I told you, I wasn't ready then but I am ready now."
"Shut up, just shut up."
She stepped closer, running a finger along the side of my face, "Why are you really here, Damian?" she pulled me closer and as she covered my lips with hers, it seemed like her face transitioned into Sofia's. In that split instant, I had her against the wall so fast, the flash would be proud.
I didn't deserve to be tortured like this. I ripped her robe off of her and cupped her between the thighs. "Who did you give this to uhn?"
She moaned sensually, her face somewhat glitching. One second, I saw Sofia, and the other I saw Genevieve bit no matter, both women hurt me.
I pulled her by the hand into the bedroom and threw her on the bed, she crawled backward like prey reluctantly getting away from its predator. I undid my tie and my belt and climbed on the bed, lying over her. I grabbed the underwear in my hands and pulled it, yanking it off the sides.
She took the nightdress off by herself exposing two lovely mounds of flesh. I struggled with my pants zipper for a second. Without preparing her, without further foreplay, I entered roughly into her, channeling my rage into every thrust.
I didn't want moans, I wanted screams but I was too drunk to focus. With every thrust, I remembered Sofia's words at her office. I got harder and harder, madder and madder, the slapping sounds of my balls against her skin a comforting sound. Genevieve screamed out, her voice echoing in the apartment as I gave a grunt of my own and collapsed next to her.
*****
I stepped out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. This was the reset I needed, one I had been looking forward to since my crazy night with Genevieve. What was I thinking? Okay, it wasn't exactly rest that made me come here, I just needed a break from her. Since that night, she had officially labeled herself my girlfriend. She stopped by my office every day and would stay over at my house every weekend. I was running away from my mistake.
Citigroup Bank had called me weeks ago to inform me they would be hosting all members of the board at a resort for two weeks. I didn't think twice, I RSVPed. I didn't usually have time for stuff like this but my situation right now was a special circumstance.
The resort was located a few miles from the city, almost in the middle of nowhere. It was the perfect place to get away. The security was admirable, with armed guards and CCTVs. It was quite impressive.
When I walked into the lobby of the reception to check in, there was a big banner with a list of activities scheduled for everyone to unwind. They had a welcome party, poker night, corporate trivia, karaoke night, and so many things on the list. I read further down and saw a familiar logo, the entire catering for the two weeks was…
Sweet Surprise.