are sitting there masturbating, she is dating some blond Viking that works at the hotel with her.” I’m breathing hard now and I know Alecia can hear me.
“I saw her getting into a car with him.” I’m stunned and I can’t think straight. I throw on my coat and I close my phone without telling her good bye. It’s Amanda’s night to work and I need to talk to her. I’m too consumed with jealousy to think straight.
My limo pulls up to the hotel and I’m boiling because I’m full with jealousy. I walk through the line with people waiting to be seated. I see Amanda, my mind goes blank, and all I think about is her fucking another man. I reach for her arm. She turns.
Her eyes are large because she can’t believe that I am standing in front of her, on a Saturday night, the busiest night in the lounge. The piano player is playing but I can’t hear because of the ringing in my ears and my mind talking to me. I pull her buy the arm into the back hall with waitresses passing with their trays.
“What’s wrong with you Matthew? You’re going to cost me my job.”
“You don’t need a job. I want to take care of you. I want you and I don’t want you to fuck anyone but me. Remember what I said, you are forever mine.” I go blank. I try to kiss her as people are passing by but I don’t see them, and she pulls away.
“Did you hear me,” she’s whispering, “you are going to cost me my job. We can’t have any personal contact with patrons.”
“I’m not a fucking patron,” I say. I don’t know why I cursing. I’m fucking angry and I can’t think. All I’m thinking about is Amanda letting that blond guy fuck her when she knows that I want her and need her. “Is he fucking you and sucking my nipples.”
“Are you out of your mind, Matthew?” I don’t know how to answer that question because I must be. “You have to leave. I know they are going to fire me, and if I lose this job, I never want to see you again.”
“I’m leaving.” I drop her arm. I look at her, her eyes are no longer warm. “I going to wait for you and take you home tonight.”
“No. You’re not.” She shakes her head. “I have a ride home.” Her contemptuous tone ignites my anger.
“Are you fucking him? Tell me.” I shout. “Alecia said that you were fucking someone at this hotel, who is it?”
“Go home, Matthew. I’ll talk to you when I pick up my clothes.” I don’t know why I turned and walked out with everyone looking and pointing at me. Security met me at the door, and escorted me out of the hotel and into my limo. I couldn’t go home.
I parked outside because I had to see for myself. It was just as Alecia said. Amanda got in the car with a blond guy and they left at two in the morning when her shift was over. I instructed my driver to trail him, and they pulled up to a large apartment building that had a modern façade but it was an old building nevertheless. The rent was high in that neighborhood and I knew that Amanda couldn’t afford it, and she had to be living with the guy.
I couldn’t control myself, I jumped out of my limo when I saw the guy open the door for her. I rushed over to them. “Don’t you know that Amanda is my wife,” I say. Amanda turns around in surprised.
“What are you doing here, Matthew?” The guy turned to me and stood between me and Amanda. He was just about to say something when I threw a punch at him, and it landed on his eye knocking him backwards.
“What the fuck?” he said holding his eye.
“Now who’s acting like a child? Get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you again,” Amanda said looking back at me holding on to that guy. I couldn’t believe how crazy I had become. I’d never acted like that before, but I had never been in love before.
Chapter 5: Amanda
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