I couldn’t believe that I had just woken up beside a handsome, young man. I know I had gone out to the bar to spite my older man, Derrick, but I had no recollection of what happened last night, or how I ended up in bed with another man.
“What do you do Cassie?” the younger man asked.
My heart suddenly felt pangs of guilt—the only other person who called me Cassie was Derrick. “Apparently you,” I said with a smile. We both laughed, and the guilt set in even more.
“Well, you have a beautiful home. Whatever you do, it must be working out very well for you,” he said. Then he rolled over top of me, pushed my hair away from my face, and kissed me with the kind of youthful desire that the old man never had. This younger man’s hands were strong, his smell was fresh, and his energy was unapologetic. We had sex again and I lost myself in his raw sexual tension. The energy in his strokes made me scream out loud, and when I climaxed, I remembered Derrick again—the old man now had competition.
I made breakfast for my new man, Josh. We exchanged phone numbers and he promised he would call me when he got off work. I knew I would never hear from him again, but just the possibility of a new romance gave me hope for true love.
About five minutes after Josh left, there was a knock at the door. I assumed he had left something behind, and since I was about to get into the shower, I opened the door wearing nothing but my towel. It wasn’t Josh at the door.
“I see you’re ready for me,” Derrick said with a smile. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy, Cassie. You know how work can be.” If “work” meant his wife, then yes, I knew exactly how much of a handful it was. I pushed Derrick off of me and told him I was going to take a quick shower. “I wouldn’t mind joining you,” he said. I lied and said it was that time of the month. He sighed, and then made himself comfortable on the couch.
I came downstairs to see Derrick standing in the kitchen. “Who is Joshua?” he asked. There was a tone of anger in his voice. He lifted his hand and I could see that he was holding a wallet. I explained that my classmate had stopped by to pick up some notes because he had the flu, and that he must have forgotten it on the counter last night.
I went so far as calling Josh in front of Derrick. “I did it on purpose,” said Josh. “I needed an excuse to come back. See you tonight.” I couldn’t help but smile—the thought of seeing Josh again gave me butterflies in my stomach.
Later that evening, I told Derrick that I wasn’t feeling well. Josh spent the night. My old man was suddenly becoming less and less appealing to me. His money, however, still had me hooked.