Chapter Five

23rd November 2015

Two days after that awful night that Carla spend at Ryan’s we had “the chat.” You know, the chat you see in films or sitcoms. The chat where one partner has been caught cheating and the other is furious. The chat where the person who’s been cheated on shouts at the person who’s betrayed them and tells them that they never want to see them again. Well except our chat didn’t exactly go like that at all. I didn’t even initiate it.

“John, come out here.” Carla called out to me softly from her place on the sofa. She had been flicking through a magazine. While I was doing the washing up after dinner. I knew something was wrong, she never talks to me with a soft, almost tender tone of voice. Usually her demands are fairly cold and to the point. Most of the time she doesn’t even bother to use my name she just tells me what she wants done and leaves it at that. This was different, and I didn’t like it at all.

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“What would you like Carla?” I asked as I emerged from the kitchen.

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“I think we should have a talk?” She said with a look of pity on her face and a feeling of dread passed over my body. She was going to break up with me, this was it. I’d sacrificed everything for her and she was going to dump me.

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“Errrr…errrr…yes Carla.” I walked towards the sofa to take a seat.

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“No, I think I’d prefer you to sit down here.” She pointed at the floor, “in fact I think I’d like a foot massage while we talk, might relieve some of the tension.” Its not going to relieve my tension, I thought as I fetched the foot massage cream. I knelt back down, took her shoes and socks off and started massaging her feet.

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“Hmmmmmm…oh that is good John, just wonderful.” She sighed contendedly, “you know, I do appreciate all you do for me. I’m sure its not easy running around after me like a little puppy dog, but I really appreciate it all. The cooking, the cleaning, the driving me around the place whenever I want. The foot massages.” This had started better than expected, maybe she wasn’t going to break up with me, “You should hear my friends when they’re drunk, they are all so jealous that I have you at my beck and call. It really makes me life so much sweeter knowing that you’re always there for me and you’ll drop everything to do what I demand.”

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“Yes Carl…” She shot me a look which made it very clear that I was to shut up.

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“I’m speaking John, you listen! Anyway, as I was saying, you’re good to me, very good to me. But…” The worst word in the English language, I felt at that moment, “there are some things you can’t do for me. Some things that you’re not capable of providing…” She paused for a moment, “I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but I’m sleeping with Ryan, we’ve been sleeping together for a number of weeks now.” This didn’t come as a shock to me but it still hurt to hear her confirming it. I had no words to say in response, a couple of tears formed in my eyes but I tried to fight them back, tried to stay strong. “Look at me John!” She spoke harshly and my eyes instantly came up to meet hers. “I am young, attractive and I want to enjoy life to the full.” Still I had nothing to say, I felt like she was very much leading me where she wanted me to go. “You’ve never had sex before have you?” I shook my head nervously, I hated to admit it but it was the truth. “Well John, sex is the most incredible thing, the most blissful experience. I will be with Ryan and his hands will be all over me, our lips will be locked together and his cock will be deep inside me. Filling me up with such warmth. It feels incredible. JOHN! I did not tell you to stop massaging my feet.” She yelled my name and I jerked to attention with a jolt of fear going through my body.

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“Sorry Carla.” I apologised immediately and went back to massaging her feet.

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“Good boy.” She chuckled. “He knows how to treat a woman, he’s strong, powerful but also tender and loving.” There was a pause and I could tell that she was gazing down at me, studying my face, studying my response. “So here’s the situation, I am going to carry on seeing Ryan. We will carry on sleeping together, and we will be more open about things. He will come here more, I will go over to his. We are not going to hide what is going on. The only question is what you’re going to do.”

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“What do you mean?” My voice was quiet and I could no longer hide the fact that my face was coated in salty tears. Carla smiled down at me, she seemed to be enjoying my emotional turmoil.

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“Well, what I mean is this: do you want to break up or…do you want to hang around, still get to be in my life. Still get to make me happy.”

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“I don’t want to lose you Carla, you mean everything to me. I don’t think I can cope without you.”

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“Kneel up!” She said tersely and again I instantly rose up towards her. She took my chin in her hand and our faces were no more than a couple of inches apart. I could feel her sweet smelling breath on my cheek. “Well if you don’t want to lose me, then I think you should stay. Stay and serve me! Sacrifice yourself for me.” Her eyes seemed to blaze with a passionate heat.

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“I don’t know, I feel betrayed.” I spoke sadly.

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“Do you want a kiss John?” She asked teasingly.

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“Oh god yes.” I responded, losing all sense of dignity.

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“A little peck on the lips, you haven’t had a kiss in a while have you?” She taunted me more.

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“Yes please Carla.” I pleaded with her.

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“Then say you’ll stay and serve me.”

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“I’ll stay and serve you.” I said, with our eyes locked on eachothers. I felt hypnotised by her. I felt like I’d made a pact with the devil. But all my concerns melted for that couple of seconds as she leaned forwards and placed her lips on mine. “I love you Carla.” I said recklessly after our lips separated.

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“I know you do John, I know you do. You are really adorable you know that.” She smiled down at me for a moment before leaning back in the sofa, “keep going with the foot massage, I‘m going to give Ryan a quick call.” She flashed me what can only be described as a vicious smirk and I got back to focussing on her foot. She dialled the number and my heart pounded in my chest as I heard the dialling tone, after a few rings he answered.

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“Hey baby…I’m good, still recovering after last night…oh god we should do that again, it was so hot…me? Oh well interesting you should ask, I’m just having John give me a foot massage.” I could hear deep masculine laughter down the line, “Yes he can hear…I don’t think he’s enjoying our conversation but you can be damn sure he’s not going to do anything about it…he’s a wimp Ryan, he does what he’s told.” More masculine laughter, “Anyway me and this little wimp were just having a chat about all the nasty things you’ve been doing to his girlfriend.” They both roared with laughter at that. My face must have gone an even deeper shade of red. “Well he was pretty upset, but it seems I’m just so perfect he can’t face life without me…yeah…I know…he’s putty in my hands…Oh fuck that’s hot…oh Ryan you know just what to say…fuck I need you Ryan…can you come over now? Yeah I’ll get rid of him…Great.” She hung up the phone and with shallow breathing turned to me,

“Get lost John, Ryan’s coming over.” And like a love sick puppy I obeyed. I walked back to my lonely, empty flat, flopped onto my bed and cried myself to sleep.

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