I got back to my apartment and locked the door. Of course, Blaire wasn’t waiting in the sex fort because I had been gone for fucking hours instead of coming right back like I had promised. She was probably so damned pissed, and I couldn’t blame her. I crept up the stairs and checked on Carrie, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. Then I went into our bedroom, thinking maybe I could fix things with Blaire with some sweet, slow, un-fucking-interrupted lovemaking while whispering how much I loved her in her ear.

I undressed and climbed into bed behind her, stroking her hair away from her face. She opened her eyes and then pulled her face away from me, scrunching up her nose. “Can you please wash your hands?” she grumbled. “You smell like her.”

I went into the bathroom and smelled my hand. Shit. It did smell heavily of perfume. I washed my hands and went back to bed.

“I’m sorry, Bear. Come let me hold you.”

Blaire turned over and nuzzled against my chest before scooting away from me. “Jesus, did she rub herself all over you or what?” She rolled out of bed and said, “I’m going to sleep in Carrie’s room.”

“Blaire, don’t. I’ll shower. Just stay with me.”

With tears in her voice, she said, “No, Axel. I can’t be near you right now, knowing you chose her again.”

“I didn’t choose her, baby. I was just trying to help her; it was supposed to be five minutes. What do you expect me to do?” I sat up on the side of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees.

“I expect you to say no, Ax. You have no problem saying it to me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Four nights in a row. It’s becoming a pattern. If it’s just because she’s pregnant, then perhaps you should knock me up again so I could get even half the attention you’re giving her. Oh, wait. You can’t keep your dick away from Milan long enough to put it in me,” she said cynically.

“My dick was nowhere near her, dammit. I’ll fuck you right now if you want,” I said more harshly than I intended.

“No. Not when you come to bed smelling like another woman, Axel,” she said softly, the sadness etching her voice in a way that physically hurt me. The soft click of the door when she closed it sounded like a bomb going off inside my head.

Fuck my life.

45. Blaire

Blaire