Katya

I watched my opportunity to talk to Seth Vanish as his suited ass headed toward the lifts. He looked good today. He had been to his barber’s recently because his beard and hair looked freshly trimmed. He wore my favourite aftershave. When he pushed my chair in for me, I leaned towards him to sniff it. I turned towards Lizzie, who looked disgruntled.

“What was that all about?” I asked

“He slept with my ex-stepmother. I call her number two. He probably doesn’t even remember. The rest is true, he is a whoring vulture, but I shouldn’t have brought it into your meeting. Sorry.”

I was still processing the first part of her statement, but it made me appreciate that my parents were a simple, straightforward couple. I used to think they were boring when I was younger, but sometimes, slow and steady wins the race, like learning to walk again after drinking so much.

“Stepmother number two? How many were there?”

“Four in total after my mother,” she said with a smirk. “Yet Daddy dear has a law firm specialising in divorce.”

“The irony. I could picture Warner being a fuckboy. Although he seems to have calmed down a little since he is getting on in years,” I mused. Although both lawyers had a vicious tongue, I would put my money on Lizzie.

“Fuckboy. I like that,” she said with a chuckle. “I’m stealing it.”

“It’s yours,” I said graciously as her smile waned.

“Look, I know you wanted to speak to Seth, and I wouldn ’ t usually advise this, but chat with him outside in neutral territory. He looked genuinely distraught by not being able to stay. You both did,” she said softly.

“Mmm,” I said, nodding before I looked at her. “It’s been five days, and I miss him. Seeing him today was—” I said, but I trailed off because my mind and heart were conflicted. “Did he sign the paperwork?”

I didn't want to tell Lizzie about his crazy antics at the nightclub or apartment in case she suggested applying for a restraining order. I knew he wasn't coping well enough to undertake such out-of-character stunts, but she might be okay with the gifts he sent.

“No, but we can apply for the divorce on a sole application basis. I get it, and honestly, a small part of me is sitting on the fence, rooting for you, . It is early days, and I have a few cases that I can take if you want to go a little slower,” she said.

I mulled it over in my head before I nodded. The break with Eliza was precisely what I needed in my time of crisis. Since the evening at the nightclub, he messaged me every morning and night, even if it was only to say good morning or good night. When I left Lizzie, my mind was still on seeing Seth in the flesh. The conflicted feelings were worse than I could have imagined.

Over the last four days, Seth has not sent me any flowers or jewellery. Instead, he has sent me books, expensive bath salts, a relaxing sleeping kit, and a vibrator. I had no idea how he knew what books I liked or which vibrator I had my eye on, but this reminded me of what he whispered in my ear.

I see you now .

Unlike Seth, I never lost sight of him.

I took my phone out and saw Eliza had messaged me.

Eliza: Good luck!

Me: You wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened. I'm about to leave now. I'll tell you all about it when we're back home .

I was about to put my phone in my bag when it rang. When I saw it was Seth, I swallowed my sadness and answered it.

“Hey, Kat. Sorry about this afternoon. Can we meet up another time?”

I walked towards Eliza’s car and held the phone to my ear.

“Hi, Seth. That was madness. Sure,” I said with a faint smile, remembering Lizzie and Warner.

“Great, what about dinner—at a restaurant, of course?” he asked quickly, reassuring me that it wouldn't be at our home.

“How about lunch?” I asked because dinner seemed too intimate.

Our lunch dates vanished within the first year of our marriage. Both of us were too busy at work. I wanted to ask him how he took so much time off, but I didn't want to create friction. I left our marital home to avoid screaming matches or the blame game. We never argued because I hated friction, but that didn ’ t mean I was a doormat.

“What about now?” he asked.

I stopped at Eliza’s car, and there was a rear tyre puncture.

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

I left my car at our home because I didn't want to apply for a residential parking permit in Eliza’s area. We decided to share her car, but this was the part I hated about borrowing anything from someone. |In case I damaged something that didn't belong to me.

“What’s wrong?” Seth asked.

“Eliza’s car has a flat. I need to get it fixed,” I said, frowning because she needed it to pick Grant up.

“Are you still at the firm? If you are, I can be back there in a few minutes. I ’ m not too far away,” he said.

“Oh, sure, if it isn’t too much—”

“Nope, not at all. See you soon, love,” he said and quickly hung up.

I smiled at the screen. This was the man who would never take my calls over his business needs. His texts were sporadic, but they were an improvement over trying to speak to him over the phone. The only reason for the drastic change I could think of was that he had left Saul in charge and was taking time off.

∞∞∞

I held Seth’s jacket as he put the spare tyre on Eliza’s car. He said he would order a new tyre to be fitted the following day. His shirt was rolled up over his arms as he worked, and I recalled his potency when we did fuck. Which brought filthy images of his perfectly manscaped cock to my mind. I discreetly lifted his jacket to my face to inhale his scent.

What if I didn't find another dick like his? Would I try online dating? Add to my profile that I require 9 inches or more. Should I toss in that pubic hair needs to be shorter than 5mm? I would prefer even-sized but big balls. Along with a yummy tummy trail leading to said goods. Would I need to wade through a sea of dicks to find the right one and hope whatever it was attached to was acceptable?

This led me to think of how he knew to make me cum. The right thrust, the way he rubbed me and all the nasty shit he would say to push me over the edge.

Damn it, I should have used the damn vibrator before I left .