My relationship with my older lover, Derrick, started to change very quickly—every day I found myself more and more attracted to Josh, my new younger man. It was nice to be able to go out to bars, clubs, and local pubs. The loud music and crowded spaces felt like home again. I had forgotten how delicious take-out was, and how great a greasy slice of pizza tasted. I missed being a normal young woman.
With Derrick, things were never normal—they were always fancy and upscale, only the best of the best. Parties were always black-tie events, and we always ate at four-star restaurants. It was nice, of course, especially since I didn’t come from a wealthy upbringing, but it felt incredible to be able to wear jeans and a t-shirt out.
As Derrick became more and more distant, so did I. I started spending more time with Josh, who spent almost every night at my place. Not having Derrick around so much actually worked out better for me because we no longer ate dinner together. He would still take me out some weekends, but most nights I spent with Josh. Eventually, Derrick started catching on to why I needed less time from him. He asked me various times who I was seeing, but I never broke. As much as I liked Josh, I wasn’t quite ready to lose Derrick and his money.
Josh was a student, like I was, and one night he came over to study. I made dinner and we sat in the living room with our glasses of wine quizzing each other. When the doorbell rang unexpectedly, my heart dropped—it could only be one person. I excused myself from the living room and cracked the door open, just enough for me to see out. Derrick pushed the door open and stomped up the stairs, completely bypassing the living room. When he came back downstairs, I could see the look of relief on his face. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Josh.
Derrick introduced himself and asked Josh what he was doing. Josh politely introduced himself as well and said that we had just been studying. The books on the table were proof enough, so Derrick grabbed me by the hand and led me to the porch. He interrogated me furiously, his eyes red with anger. His breathing quickened and his voice was stern.
“You better not be playing me, Cassie. I have too much invested in you for you to be sleeping with someone else. I understand things have changed between us, but our agreement was not for you to sleep with other men. I may be married, but you are the only one I am physically involved with.” His eyes were fixed on mine. He was right. Knowing that he was no longer sleeping with his wife, and that I was the only other woman he was intimate with, made me feel incredibly guilty. I had more of a relationship with Josh than he had with Mrs. Friedman. The tables had turned—the mistress had become the cheater…