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I turn on the bath and pour in some lavender beads; slipping into the hot water, I lay my head back, my thoughts go directly to the dream. I don’t even know him…why would I have that kind of a dream about him?

Each scene of the dream comes back to me; I’m on top, he has me filled completely with his long hard cock…I’m riding him, up…down...up…down. My sex starts throbbing as if I’m really feeling the sensation running through me.

My hand is sliding down my stomach, my fingers reaching my clit. I’ve never masturbated before…but I don’t stop myself. I slowly slip my fingers into my pussy while the image of Ian laying there under me runs through my head. I see myself grinding harder on his cock while my fingers thrust harder into my pussy. The dream seems so real, I can feel the pressure of my orgasm about to explode…then I hear the front door open…Shit, Shayne is home! I hurry and climb out of the tub…drying off and throwing my robe on. I go out into the living room, to see Shayne pulling a blanket off the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“What’s it look like, I’m going to sleep.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch?”

“You are the one who stormed out of the bedroom last night and slept out here remember!”

“Listen, Shayne…we need to talk.”

“Vanessa, it’s late… I’m tired, I really don’t feel like talking…unless you are going to tell me you handed Ian over to Bret and canceled the dinner.”

“Are you serious!? Shayne that’s not going to happen! This is my job, this is what I do! And if I need to have dinner with a client, to discuss business, then that is what I will do!”

“So, you’re telling me that your job is more important to you then how I feel?”

“Shayne, that’s not fair! You know you are important to me.”

“Then you’ll do as I ask?” More of a demand than a question.

“No, Shayne, I will not budge on this. I am not doing anything wrong! You, on the other hand, are being an unreasonable ass!”

“Well then, this ass is sleeping on the couch!”

“You know we are supposed to talk about this, we should be working it out! That’s what couples do! Is this how our marriage is going to be? Anytime we don’t agree, we argue and sleep apart? That’s not how it should be, Shayne.”

“Well then, maybe we shouldn’t be getting married!”

His words hit me hard, like a slap in the face. “Tell me you’re not serious!?”

“Are you going to see this my way and drop Ian as a client?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Well then, I’m serious! How can I have you as my wife, when it’s obvious my feelings don’t come first!?”

I can feel the tears swelling in my eyes. Did he really just tell me the wedding is off? “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Do you need me to say it again?”

“You son of a bitch! Four years, Shayne! Four fucking years we have been together! I’ve never been with anyone but you! I’ve never given you any reason not to trust me, and now you are going to throw it all away because of a disagreement!?”

“Not me, Vanessa…you! You are the one throwing it away…not because of a disagreement, it’s because you don’t want to listen to what I say!”

“Oh, I hear you, Shayne! Loud and clear! I think I’m going to stay somewhere else for a few days… you need to cool off and seriously think about what you are doing, what you are giving up!”

“Good idea, maybe you should call Ian, I’m sure he’d love to hear from you.”

“SHAYNE! FUCK OFF!” I grab some clothes to change into and throw some in my duffel, as I make my way back out into the living room I stop a few feet from the couch, Shayne says nothing…he won’t even look at me.

I turn and head towards the door… just before I close it, I tell him I’ll call him tomorrow. I don’t wait for a response. I get into my car and start driving.

I need to call Brytney to let her know I’m on my way to her house. I pull off to the side of the road, the tears are starting again… how could he do this? My eyes are blurry, so I just hit redial on my cell; the last person I talked to was Brytney. It rings a couple… times I hate waking her so late, but I need her.

“Hello.”

Oh, great Jack is there. “Jack, hey sorry to be calling so late…”

“VANESSA? WHAT’S WRONG?”

Oh, fuck! That’s not Jack’s voice! “Oh my god, Ian I’m so sorry. I thought I was calling Brytney…I didn’t mean to call you.”

“Vanessa, what is wrong?”

Great, I’m still crying…I know he can tell. I take a deep breath. “Nothing, everything is fine. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“You’re a bad liar, Vanessa. Now, either you tell me, or I come to your house and find out!”

“NO! I’m ok, besides I’m not at home.”

“Where are you?”

“Sitting in my car at the end of my road.”

“Do not move! You stay right there!”

“Ian, what are you doing?”

“I’m on my way to get you.”

Omg, I can’t let that happen! “No Ian, please don’t, I’m going to Brytney’s. You don’t need to come out.”

“Vanessa, if you are not waiting there for me when I get there…then I will show up at Brytney’s and how would that look?”

He’s joking, right?

“And before you think it, yes I do know where she lives. Jack told me at dinner the other night…so you stay right there.”

He hangs up the phone. What the fuck am I going to do? I can’t let him come get me, but I sure don’t want him chasing me to Brytney’s. How did I end up calling his number? I know I spoke with Brytney when I called her about Ian showing up at my office. Dammit! That’s right I called her from my office phone! Just my luck!