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I stare off into the night, watching my mother-in-law’s darkened trailer. Stella’s fast asleep in there.
I worry about her. I can’t help but wonder what the future will hold, now that Inez is out of town. Knowing my sensitive and intuitive daughter, she probably has a whole lot of big, confusing feelings about that. I’m guessing we need to talk about how she feels with Inez being gone. But I still haven’t figured out how to approach the subject.
With a tired sigh, I climb out of my vehicle and head into my house.The moment I step inside, the overbearing scent of Lilian’s essential oils smacks me in the face. As does the lingering smell of incense smoke wafting throughout my living room. I groan in frustration, my annoyance peaking when I step into the kitchen and spot empty food wrappers and crumbs of dried weed scattered around my counter.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” I grumble, cursing my way back down the hall.
I’m not sure when Lilian was here, but she’s left her evidence all around the place. The night she came back to town, I made it clear to her that she’s not welcome inside my house. We’re divorced. This isn’t her home. She’s not allowed in here anymore. For the sake of our daughter, I’ll tolerate her across the yard at Gen’s place. But I drew a clear line in the fucking sand when it comes to my house.
But obviously, she wants me to know that she waltzes in here, acting like she owns the place when I’m not home. It’s like she gets a rise out of pissing me off.
Typical Lilian.
I don’t have the energy for this shit tonight.
I make sure to lock the front door. Marching straight to my bathroom, I tear off my clothes and step in the shower. It’s not until the scalding hot water sprays down over my face that I can finally take a deep breath.
I’m ready to crawl into bed and just have this day be over.
Christ, I miss Inez. It makes no sense to me. I knew this day was coming. I knew that her stay here in Starlight Falls was only temporary. I was reminded of it every single day, as I helped her prepare for her audition, and she helped me get things in order at the bar. Everything we did together should have only prepared me for this. But now that she’s really gone, I’m just…miserable.
She’s not coming back. Accept it, asshole.
The permanence of Inez’s absence was cemented earlier this week when she texted to tell me she got the part. The part she worked so hard for.
She’d tried calling me before texting, but we’d been playing phone tag and missing each other all week. So we ended up exchanging a few text messages instead.
Our back and forth didn’t last long that day. After she announced the big news, I told her ‘congrats’. I told her that I was happy for her. But then I said I had to get back to work, dealing with whatever problem was going on with the bar at that moment.And then I never texted her back.
Despite the hole in my heart, I’m so incredibly proud of her. But the truth is, I couldn’t keep the conversation going.
I don’t want to talk to Inez over text. I want to talk to her face to face, skin to skin. With her, lying in my arms. Me, whispering in her ear. Anything less than that isn’t enough. It hurts too much.
If there was any hope of her coming back home immediately after the audition, all of that is crushed to smithereens now. She’ll be gone for who knows how long, shooting an entire television series.
And fuck, now that I’m home alone and there’s all these reminders of her… I’ve never felt this void more. I miss her. I miss everything about her.
As I stand here in the shower, I mindlessly suds up and let my hand trail down. Down. Down. I grip my cock, letting out a pained sigh. Then my eyes shutter closed, and I picture Inez as I slowly jerk myself off.
My fist shifts up and down, sending me further into fantasy land. I think back to our last night together. Her eyes. Her lips. Her long caramel hair fanned across my pillow. Her curvy thighs wrapped around my back.
I’d do anything to be falling inside her right now.
I’m in an absolute daze, just a few pumps from exploding, when the shower curtain slips open. My head swivels, half-expecting, half-hoping to see Inez here to join me, even if deep down I know that’s logically impossible.
“Whoa! What the f—?!” I jump backward and nearly crack my head open on the wet tile. I’m stunned and utterly dismayed when I realize that it’s my naked ex-wife—not the woman in my fantasies—who’s standing in front of me.
“Hey there, stud,” Lilian purrs, coming into the shower and stepping up to me. “Oh, what do we have here?” She cackles in delight, her hands reaching forward, going straight for my now-deflating cock.
I throw my forearm out in front of me like a shield. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m just here to make you feel good,” she coos. “You’re always so stressed after a long day of work.”
“What would you know?” I scoff. She knows nothing of my schedule. Of my work. Or how I feel.“What are you even doing here, Lilian? How did you get in?” I yell.
“I was in bed, taking a nap, waiting for you. I got a headache from listening to Stella banging around on that piano all day. What a fucking racket.” She groans.
“She’s practicing for her piano recital.” The piano recital Stella already told her about, but knowing Lilian, that information most likely went in one ear and out the next.
