"Sounds good, baby," she breathed out.
"I have something for you." I kneaded her sweet, tight ass before setting her down. I strode over towards table and took the present that had been delivered a little over two hours ago.
It was a Cartier diamond tennis necklace. She didn't have a lot of jewelry, and I thought this could be a great start to spoil her. I intended to give her something sparkly each month. A token of gratitude for being such an amazing girlfriend and support system for me. I opened the large square velvet box and took out the glimmering necklace.
"You didn't have to!"
Thoughtfully gazing at her surprised face, I stood right behind her as she automatedly lifted her hair, and I draped the diamonds around her neck. When I was about to secure the lock, something caught my eye.
Faint red marks.
A common courtesy of an impassioned lover.
Something exploded inside me. It was hot, dark, and poisonous, and it took all of my control not to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of hers and demand some fucking answers.
My jaw locked. My eyes burned into the fucking red marks on her skin. My hand still held the jewelry in place, and it took everything in me to secure the lock before mentioning anything.
I remained behind her before I found myself tracing the marred spot on her skin. My Cara would never do anything so devious. She loved me, didn't she?
Ever so calmly, I spoke in a controlled-like, whispering tone, "What's this on your neck, Cara?"
She froze before a sharp gasp escaped her lips, as if she hadn't expected it at all. "What?" she squeaked.
My suspicions grew as I lifted my eyes to meet her troubled ones in the mirror. "It looks like a small hickey." I sounded calm, eerily calm.
"Oh, I didn't realize I had one." She ran a hand along her neck, anxious as she nervously smiled at me.
I could easily spot a liar, but this was Cara; she deserved a benefit of a doubt, even if my body was too wired, too wounded up, and my instincts were telling me that this was just too fucking fishy.
"Don't tell me it's from filming?" I slowly rubbed her shoulders while my heart rammed against my chest. Eyes still trained on her in the mirror, I noted everything that crossed on that beautiful face of hers.
"Maybe … " she softly murmured, just barely heard. She dropped her eyes, so I wouldn't be able to read the intricate lies they hid.
Her deceitfulness was unexpected. Cara's lying. Did she not realize I knew her more than she knew herself?
Her breathing pattern altered before she took up courage and spun to face me. Slowly, she lifted those beautiful eyes I adored so much and granted me an uneasy smile. "Something's happened." Those beautiful doe eyes began to glass from unshed tears.
My throat closed up. The pain she was about to inflict, I felt it just beat away from my heart. The suspense was killing me. Literally.
"Dammit, Cara, just fucking say it!"
She sniffed before placing a hand on my chest, feeling my heart against the palm of her hand. "The sex scenes in the movie … we did three … " she stammered while her lips wobbled. "Ever since that first scene happened, he's been in my dreams and I hate it. I hadn't expected this at all."
My body stopped functioning. Even my lungs ceased. My insides withered as her words pierced into me.
She was dreaming of another man? The Spanish faggot she'd been dry humping for the past weeks, while I …
I let out a dry laugh. I was the stupid idiot who fell for her innocent, sometimes demure personality. I should've known. The second she fucked Kyle Matthews, that was a huge red flag, but I chose to overlook that because I was fucking knee-deep in love with her. I knew she might get tempted, but for her to fucking dream it, it was all shades of fucked up.
Cara balked, frowning at me. "Tell me this is normal? You've done scenes like that before. I'm sure you've experienced these feelings, too." There was a hint of hope in her tone, as if she'd feel much better if I validated her excuses.
"I sure as fuck didn't dream them!" Christ. I was so incensed I could feel my body shake. Raking a hand through my hair, I sneered at her, suddenly feeling insane because my fucking mind wouldn't shut the fuck up.
My woman was out there, getting her fantasies on.
What. The. Fuck!!!
"Last night … " she began again, turning my blood cold.
My eyes shut closed, weakened by this dismantling feeling of being stabbed in the heart. Whatever she was about to say next, nothing good would come out of it.