Free Seduced 3 by P.A. Jones

heart-breaking.
    Ten minutes later, I wiped my eyes and started the car. I couldn’t be there crying for a bastard who didn’t deserve me.
    While driving back home, I passed through a children’s park. I stopped there to see how children were playing. I saw an amazing thing there. Most of the children were there with their dad. Maybe it was a common dad day or something, but most of the kids had come with their fathers, and the amusement I saw on the kids’ faces when their dad picked them up—no matter what was happening with me, those small kids and their fathers lightened my mood. Maybe Carrie was right, after all. May be genetics is the right way to go to chose his dad. May be Stephen deserved his real dad to be with him. Yes I will give Gerome a chance to be a better person this time. I know Tristan, you love Stephen, but I need to see if Gerome can be a better dad.
    I started toward home, and as my thoughts settled back on Tristan, my temper kept rising. My head could have busted that day if it wasn’t for those kids in the park. How could Tristan betray me like that? How could he be so nice to me, show me care, and in just one day change to an evil person? How could he? I was so angry that I punched my horn a thousand times on the way back home. I’d trusted that man with all my heart. I even opened my dark secrets to him, but still he started enjoying himself with a whore in just two days. “Fuck you, Mr. Scott. I’ll show you that I’m better than you.”
    Without waiting for the parking gate to open fully, I pushed my car in and banged my car roof on the half-opened parking gate. Airbags hit me hard on my chest and mouth. I was locked in the web of airbags, unable to escape from it.
    “Fuck you.” It was irritating and frustrating, I wanted to kill those bag and then kill someone, maybe just Tristan. How could you betray me, Tristan?
    The security guard came running. The crashing sound of the gate must have alerted him.“What happened, ma'am? Are you all right?”
    “Do you think I’m having a cocktail party here? Get me out of here.”
    “Are you okay, ma'am, or shall I call 911?” he shouted.
    “Fool, do you see me doing fine?” I screamed from the bottom of my lungs.
    “Sorry, ma’am, I couldn’t hear you at first.”
    “Get me out of here, please, I’m choking now.” The bag was so irritating that I lost my calm.
    Somehow, the security guard rolled the airbag back and I could get out of that fucking car. But then I noticed it was Gerome who’d gotten me out of the car and not the guard.
    “Are you all right, honey?” he asked, with an innocence on his face.
    Why did I hate this person, When he is the father of my son?
    “I’m fine, Gerome. Just a minor accident.”
    “This sucker must have left it open, right?.” He scowled at the face of security guard so hard that he stepped back four steps.
    “Calm down, Gerome. He didn’t do anything. It was me who hit the gate.”
    “Are you sure? I’m not sure I trust this guy. .” He was still scowling the guard.
    “No, it’s fine. Let’s get inside. I need a drink to calm down.”
    “Yes, baby, you need one. Get changed, and I’ll bring you some wine.” He smiled and patted me on my shoulder.
    His touch, after so many years, felt pleasant. The invitation for wine meant that he was looking forward to our relationship. I should give it a try.
    ***
    I changed into a sober top and a knee length short. I didn’t know how the interaction would go—not that I was hoping to make it go forward, but I certainly wasn’t declining that it would go to third, fourth or may be even to home base. The anger for Tristan was boiling inside me; I wanted to take it out somehow, and maybe betraying him in return was one way to get over him. After what I’d seen at Tristan's house, I wouldn’t feel guilty for my choice. After all, Gerome was my husband and we’d never gotten a divorce.
    I was snapped out of my thoughts by Gerome’s voice.