“Marlena, please come back… we need to talk about this, all of us…” I don’t turn around as I thunder up the stairs. I refuse to do this any longer. I refuse to be the problem in our household… in our family. “Let her go. You can do so much better than her…” I hear Brady’s voice vaguely, and I strain my ears to listen to John come to my defence. But the silence is deafening. It has become increasingly clear to me that I am no longer the first priority in John’s life… in fact, I am probably the last. I am so sick of our love always taking a backburner to everything else… no matter what I do, there is always something that is more important to him than me. This year it is Brady… and no matter what that boy says or does to me, John doesn’t seem to understand my retaliations. I don’t think he believes me. And that fact alone makes me sad… not only does it make me doubt myself, but it makes me doubt the strength of our love.
I block out the sound of his angry voice calling me. I don’t care any more. Although I know that I do… I just can’t deal with it any more. I love John so much… and I desire him. Every time I see him, my body comes to life… I feel like I am on fire. I think that our desire for one another is what has kept us together through the Brady ordeal. I have come close to throwing in the towel with our relationship time and time again, but every time John seems to find some way to draw me back into the web of deceit and lies that our family has become… facilitated by Brady. I allow my mind to wander back to the scene with Brady… the one that John and Brady and I had been arguing about before I made my way upstairs.
“You are nothing but a SLUT, Doc…” Brady mocked me. I felt my heart pound… threatening to explode out of my chest. “You are nothing but a bed-hopping slut, and my father would be better off without you…” I turn away as his words cut me deep, but his taunting voice stops me. “Oh, I see how you act around other men… I see the way you look at Roman with those ‘undress me’ eyes… just the way you look at my father when you want him to give into your whims…”“That’s enough Brady…” I whirl around to face him, my body trembling, as I fight to contain my emotions. Again I wonder why he hates me so much.
“No… it will never be enough. Not until you leave our lives forever. Why don’t you go back and crawl into the hold where you came from. Maybe you could run a whore-house. Between you and Sami… I’m sure you could do a wholesale business.” I
can’t contain my anger any more. I can feel my face flaming red hot. My hands shake with rage. I can’t remember ever being this angry before… not at anyone. I draw my hand back and bring it over Brady’s face… as hard as I possibly can. “You bastard…” I seethe.
I am shocked by what I have done. I gaze at him with brief moments of concern, but all I can see in his eyes, is hatred… pure, unadulterated hatred… for me. I whirl around, intent on getting out of this room. But he grabs my arm and squeezes it so tightly… painfully. “Get out of my father’s life, bitch…” I feel the trickle of his spittle on my face from the way he spat the words. He has lost all control. “If you don’t, I will make your life HELL…” I feel the tears fill my eyes as I run up the stairs, no longer caring if Brady sees me at my weakest. Hell, I am at my weakest… there is no hiding it.
My anger rises to the surface again, and I feel as though I am about to crack. I cannot take this any more. I imagine Brady and John downstairs discussing my sexual habits… I know in my heart and mind that John would NEVER ever do something like that… but I am not even thinking clearly any more. I pull the suitcase from my closet and open it. My packing is haphazard and disorganized, I throw anything and everything into it… I can’t think. I just know that I have to remove myself from the situation. The sound of Brady’s voice calling me a slut plays over and over in my mind so that even I almost believe it. Maybe it will be better for John if I am out of his life for good.
I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don’t hear John’s angry footsteps until he reaches the top of the stairs. And even then, they seem far away and faint. I come to my senses just as he is about to reach our bedroom door, and I rush to the door, hoping that I can close and lock it before he can come in. I push the door closed, but I hear him curse as his foot manages to stop it. He is angry as he calls my name. “Doc… god damn… let me in…” I push with all of my waning strength, praying that I can somehow stop the inevitable. But he is stronger than me, and the door slowly opens. As soon as he is inside the room, he grabs my arms, and shakes me angrily. “What the hell is wrong with you? What have you turned into?” He fires the cutting questions at me, and I feel hot tears pool at my eyes. I blink them back… I can’t give him the satisfaction. “Let go of me…” I warn dangerously, my cheeks hot from rage, my eyes sparking flames of fire. My arm hurts from where Brady grabbed me earlier… I can feel a bruise forming on my sensitive flesh… and John’s roughness is only making it worse.
John finally notices my half packed suitcase, and he lets me go, as if my skin has burned him. “What are you doing?” His tone has softened considerably. His face has turned as white as a sheet, and he is shaking his head as if trying to put the image from his mind. “I am leaving you…” I say matter-of-factly, as if it the most natural thing in the world. My movements are hurried now. I go to my underwear drawer and pick up handfuls of lingerie, stuffing it into my suitcase. And every time I do, John follows me, and puts it back. “NO… there is no way that I am going to allow you to leave me…” His tone is forceful. He stops my rapid movements by grabbing for my waist. “You just can’t.”
I whirl around to face him, and my head is threateningly close to his. “And why
can’t I?” I spit, so angrily.
“Because… we need to talk about this. You can’t just try to leave every time we have an argument.” He releases me, and I continue my movements. “Stop it John. Nothing you do is going to stop me…” I scream, as he continues to unpack my things. Then I turn to face him. “And NO, we DO NOT NEED to talk about anything. You have made it exceedingly clear how you feel time and time again. There is nothing left to say… and there is NOTHING left for us.” I am so mad… I struggle with my wedding ring, twisting it until it finally comes loose. “Here… I don’t need this any more…” I hold it out to him, as he stares at me in utter disbelief. I move it closer towards his hand, aggressively, but John moves his hands behind his back. “I am NOT taking that back Marlena. I REFUSE to believe that it is over between us…”
“FINE…” I toss the ring onto the floor in front of me. I hold back my sobs and my emotion as I see it land on the floor. Is this really the end for us?, I ask myself. Do I really never want to see John again?
“Marlena… you are wrong about this…” I ignore him as I slam the suitcase closed, not caring if I have everything or not. The damn thing won’t close and I continue to bang it, until it does, my body heaving with emotion and exertion. “Doc, honey… please… don’t do this…” I pause, while I catch my breath, and get some strength back. “You and Brady have destroyed us. There is nothing left but anger and harsh words…” My words seem so final, and for a moment I think that John is going to let me go. His face drops.
I hesitate before leaving. I can’t even explain why. Somehow I want him to try to stop me… I WANT to see how much he loves me. If he lets me go, I know that I will never come back. I just can’t. I sigh and I pick up my suitcase. Then I leave him standing there, staring at my wedding ring which now sits in his hand. “Marlena…” he calls me, but I do not stop. I see Brady staring at me, a malicious look shining through his eyes, and I know that I have made the right decision. If John won’t believe me and do something about his son, then our lives would end up being destroyed anyway.
I have started to descend the stairs, when I hear his footsteps. He is running. His hands grasp my waist and I scream, dropping my suitcase, and I watch it as it thuds down the stairs. John drags me back to our bedroom, and I scream and resist the entire way. He slams the door, and pushes me against it, pinning my hands to my sides. “Now, you are going to listen to me… and listen good!” He demands, and his tone only serves to inflame my rage. “Tell me WHY you are leaving me…” I can feel his body pressed up against mine, his rock-hard chest muscles as they tense up from his anger. His muscular legs pin mine to the door. His neck is red with rage… I find my body betraying me as I savour our close proximity. I speak before I can think any more. “I DON’T have to explain anything to you, John!”
“You are my WIFE! You can’t just walk out on me, without so much as an explanation. Is a little fight with Brady really worth this? Huh?” His face is close to mine, I can feel his hot breath assaulting my skin… and his manly smell mixes with the scent of his cologne. It drifts through my body. Suddenly I see myself beneath him as his hot body melds with mine. And then I feel the change in him. His hardness has formed, and it presses into me painfully. I shake my head from those thoughts, and fight to form a comprehensive sentence. I am surprised when I speak, the words come out loud and clear. “A LITTLE fight? Is that what you think this was? A LITTLE fight. Oh my dear… you really have let Brady pull the wool over your eyes, haven’t you?”
“This is about US… not about BRADY…” John rages.
I laugh cruelly, sadistically. “They come hand in hand John. But you know, I take comfort in the fact that one day, you will wake up to yourself, and you will wake up to that son of yours. And then you are going to realise that you have lost EVERYTHING, and you will live a sad, lonely life…” I attempt to push John away from me, but he tightens his grip on my wrists.
“You really DO hate him, don’t you?” he asked me. I can see the wheels turning in his head. Now he believes all of Brady’s lies.
“Did your precious son tell you what the LITTLE fight was about?” I scream, my hysteria rising. I can’t let John believe what Brady has said about me. “Did he tell you what he called me, over and over again?” He hangs his head, shaking it from side to side. I can tell that he doesn’t know what to believe any more. “He told me that you slapped him…”
“He didn’t tell you that he called me a slut… and a whore… over and over. He didn’t tell you that he provoked me. And I am betting that he didn’t tell you that he grabbed me…” I push against John and his body gives way. I think he is shocked by what I have said. I angrily claw at my jacket and rip it off my body… and show him the deep purple bruise that has formed on my upper arm. John looks at it and then me in shock. He grabs me and pushes me back against the door, pressing himself into me, his mouth crushing onto mine, his tongue begging for access. I know that I shouldn’t let him seduce me like this, but I cannot stop myself. I want to feel his kiss. So I open my mouth and hungrily allow it to meld with his. Then I pull back, knowing that I cannot do this again.
“No you don’t Marlena…” He stops me from moving. “I am going to have you! I am going to prove to you that our love can survive anything!” I feel my heart racing as he pulls me over to the bed, and pushes me onto the soft mattress. When I feel his lips on my neck and his hands caressing my breasts covered with the satin of my camisole, I am lost. I give in to John completely. “Oh John…” I moan his name, encouraging him to continue… arching my back with desirous intent. “I will never let you leave me…” he murmurs into my flesh. I don’t even have time to be indignant about his possessiveness… at the moment I don’t care. I love the fact that he wants to own me… that he does own me. I feel and hear the ripping of my camisole, as John frees me from the confines of my garments. He rips my bra in half effortlessly. Then he bends his mouth to encase my breast. The moans and screams of ecstasy coming from my mouth are uncontrolled. I don’t care if the whole world hears us.
Neither of us notice the door swing open, and the figure in the doorway… until he speaks. “Jesus Dad… not again…” John raises his face and looks towards the door where Brady stands. I cover myself, and I feel tears well up in my eyes. “Brady… get out…” John warns. He grabs for one of my hands. I think that he is trying to reassure me that he still wants this. “Dad… you always do this. You let the SLUT seduce you into believing her… Jesus she can’t be THAT good in bed…”
“Don’t you DARE talk about Marlena that way…” John warns him. His voice is quiet. I know that he is angry. “I am only telling the truth…” Brady shrugs and walks away. I can’t even believe that John is still sitting here. I do not want him to beat Brady up, but something would be nice… some stern reprimand… some warning. I stand up just as John turns back to face me. The tears are running down my face now. I grab my jacket and put it on, and then leave the room. “Marlena… now is not the time or the place to deal with him…” John knows what I am upset about. But I no longer care. This seems to be a pattern with us. He seduces me to stay with him… and then we end up right back where we started. I ignore him and I descend the stairs, pick up my suitcase and slam the door to the penthouse shut behind me.
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I want to follow her. I want to tell her that I won’t let her walk out on me. But I am blind with rage. My son has fooled me time and time again… and if Marlena has left me for good, I will blame Brady… but I will also blame myself for eating his words up over and over. I can see the bruise on Marlena’s upper arm as clearly as if she was right here in front of me. I force myself to take a deep breath before I see Brady… I do not want my emotions to get out of control.
I don’t bother to knock on the door and I open it. Brady is on the phone, and he merely glances up at me in annoyance before returning to his conversation. “Put down the phone…” I warn him. But Brady rolls his eyes at me. I cross the room, and I grab hold of the phone cord, ripping it out of the wall. I see Brady’s jaw drop, and then the sly look that crosses his face. “Don’t tell me you are blaming me that the slut left you…” he taunts me. “All I can say is… thank god she’s gone!” I cannot see through my rage. I am in front of him in an instant, my hands clutching his throat as I lift him. “You little PUNK…” I rage as I slam him against the wall. “Don’t you DARE ever talk about my WIFE like that… and don’t you DARE ever hit a woman, I don’t care what she has done to you!”
By the time I have left his room, I have a purple bruise forming over my cheek. I think that Brady has got the message though. I am not going to stand for this behaviour any longer. But now I have to find Marlena.
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I down another shot of tequila. Right now I am feeling strangely numb about what happened this afternoon. I have been drinking since I got to the Salem Inn. I must admit that somehow the alcohol makes me feel so much better and more relaxed. I wish that John was here… I chide myself for thinking about him again… but all I can think about is how he pressed me up against the wall… his erection pressing into me. I can feel his lips on mine, driving me crazy… and the way his tongue found my nipples. My whole body is on fire at the memory of his touch… and I have to fight the urge to rush to the penthouse to beg him to make love to me. I shake myself from my thoughts… soon John will no longer be my husband.
I smile at the young blonde man who is walking towards me. He has a purpose… I know he does. He is too young for me, but somehow I don’t care any more. After what Brady accused me of, I might as well have a little bit of fun… even ifit’s not with John. Besides, as of this afternoon, I am no longer attached… I am separated. I am free to do what I please whenever and with whomever I please. And I am off-my-face drunk. “Hey baby…” He smiles at me… a gorgeous smile, but nothing like John’s. He is mighty sure of himself… just like John. I shake my head, trying to rid my brain of all thoughts of him. “You look like you could use a dance…” He looks me up and down, and offers his hand to me. I place mine into it and follow him onto the dance floor.
I lose myself in the moment… pretending that it is John that I am dancing with. I press my body against him as he pulls me further into him. I nudge his legs apart with my knee and let my leg rest between his. My head rests on his shoulder, my lips against his neck. I am hardly even aware of his hand as it travels over me and finally comes to rest on my bottom. I don’t even care.
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I watch her with jealousy… and I am not afraid to admit that the sight of Marlena with another man drives me completely crazy. I stand there for a moment, drinking in her beauty… her black dress sparkles faintly in the light of the bar. I can see her tanned legs through the split of her skirt, and her naked back. Her hair falls over her shoulders, long and mussed up. I want to take her in my arms right now and take her. But she is with someone else… and I can hardly see straight through my rage.
When I see his hand on her arse, I can’t stand by any longer. She belongs to me… and only me. I reach them in a second and I pull him by the collar of his shirt away from er. “Get your filthy hands off her…” I growl into his face.
“Hey man, what do you think you are doing?” he asks me.
“That is MY wife that you had your hands all over…” Marlena is shocked and she hasn’t even reacted yet. I can see torrents of emotion crossing her face… I don’t think she can decide what to think. “I didn’t see your WIFE complaining, buddy…” He sidles over to Marlena and puts his arm around her waist. “Come on… you wanna go to my room?” I can’t believe his nerve. He has just propositioned my wife in front of me. Marlena is looking between us now… confused… angry. I can see that she has had too much to drink.
“Marlena… come with me…” I demand, holding my hand out to her.“You don’t have to go with him, baby…” The man is saying, and Marlena looks at him… I think he takes it the wrong way and he begins to urge her towards the door. “I will make sure you are safe.” He wants to be her hero and save her from her big, bad husband. Marlena’s wrap has slipped down her shoulder, and I can see him looking at the bruise. He thinks that I did it.
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My heart races as I let him lead me out of the room… away from John. My head is swimming, both with emotions that I can’t make sense of, and the effects of the alcohol that I have consumed. I don’t want to go with this man… but I don’t want to stay here with John. But I imagine his hands on my body… I imagine him lifting me onto the bar and driving me to distraction with his talented mouth. I see him watching me… his eyes ablaze with desire and jealousy. He wants me… I know that much.
I pull my hand free from the young man, who is holding me rather tightly, and I find myself running, high heels and all, back towards John. I don’t slow down as I near him. Instead I jump into his arms, and wrap my legs around him. He is surprised, but he doesn’t miss a beat. His hands support my thighs, as I let my arms encircle his neck, and I press my face into the familiar skin there. “Marlena… baby, I’m sorry…” he murmurs against my hair, and I can feel the vibrations of his words on my skin. “I love you…” My teeth, with a mind of their own, nibble on his neck. I can’t help myself. I want him… and I want all of him.
“Put me down…” I whisper into his ear, and he slowly releases me. I slide down his body and when my feet reach the floor, my dress has hiked up so that the tops of my thighs are almost fully visible. John looks down at them with eyes filled with raw lust… but he pulls my dress down just a little bit to a more modest length. My guess is that he doesn’t want anyone else looking at me. I wrap my arms around his neck, just as a new song begins to play. “What are you doing?” he whispers into my ear. “I’m dancing…” I reply. His hands come around me, and rest on my back, and I rest my head on his shoulder, in much the same way as I had with the other guy, whose name I still don’t know. “Oh baby… yes you are…” he mutters, as I turn my head to bite on his chest. I feel his hands move lower and rest on my bottom, and he pulls me closer into him. I can feel his erection pressing into me… so hard and so enticing. I part his legs with my knee and push my leg between his, making sure that my knee comes into contact with his bulge. I hear and feel him shudder visibly, and he lowers his head to my flesh and kisses my face and my neck and my shoulders. Slowly we are becoming more heated, and I know that we will have to move our little show soon. But I want to tease him a little more… I want to tempt him. I pull back from him, and place my lips onto his briefly. His tongue probes my mouth, begging me to grant access, and I do… but only for a second. Then with my teeth I bite his lower lip, dragging it between my teeth,
before finally letting it go. I walk around him, running my hands over his body, and I pause at his back and lean into his ear. “Meet me in half an hour. Room 27…” And I leave him standing there, swaying my hips as he watches me saunter away.
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I decide to surprise her. I can see her window, and I curse that it is on the second floor. I look up and I take my shirt off, discarding it on the ground. I secure the single red rose between my teeth, and begin to climb up the pipes. I wonder what she is doing up there. I am so turned on and so ready for her. I envisage her naked… in the bathtub… her skin glowing.
But I am pleasantly surprised when I climb over her balcony. Soft candlelight fills the room, and she is on the bed, staring directly at me. Her elbows support her weight in her semi-reclined position. She is wearing one of my white shirts. One of her knees are raised so that it bends. Her lips are formed into a sexy pout, and her eyes… oh god… her eyes have that come hither look. She wants it. She wants me.
I slowly approach the bed, unzipping my pants and slipping them down my legs, along with my boxers, as I do so. She stares at me, her eyes hooded with lust. In one hand she has a champagne bottle, and every so often she brings it to her lips and takes a mouthful. It is so sexy. SHE is so sexy!
I reach the end of my bed, and I drop the rose from my mouth onto her stomach. “Hey stud…” Her voice is low and raspy. I almost cum in my pants from just the sound of it. I can’t even speak, as she parts her legs slightly so that I can see just what she is wearing underneath the shirt… one very tight black g-string. I can feel her eyes on me as she offers me the bottle of champagne and I accept it, gulping several mouthfuls before handing it back to her. My hands touch her feet, still enclosed in her strappy black high-heels that she was wearing at the bar, and I let them travel up her legs, brushing her skin lightly. My erection twitches with need… telling me to do something. But I can’t do anything. I can only watch her as she drinks some more champagne.
Finally I can take it no longer and I kneel down on the bed, reaching for the buttons of the shirt… but then I feel her foot on my chest… and she pushes me backwards. “No you don’t stud…” she breathes, and she lifts herself up from the bed. Marlena struts around in front of me… making her own music as she painstakingly removes the shirt from her body… letting it drop forgotten to the floor.
I sit on the end of the bed, totally enraptured with her, as she approaches me seductively. She still has the bottle of champagne in her hand. Her free hand touches my shoulder as she reaches me, and then I feel her straddle me, her hot body finally in contact with mine. She motions for me to open my mouth and I do so, as I feel a slow stream of bubbly trickle into it. I try to swallow, but she places her mouth over mine and we share the liquid between us, our tongues twirling and winding around one another passionately. The sweetness of alcohol and intoxication blend magically in this moment. She moans as my hands move to her chest, and I can feel her wetness on my leg as she grinds her lower body into me.
She moves back from my touch, and with her hands on my bare chest, pushes me backwards, so that I am half lying, my elbows supporting me. And she giggles as she raises the bottle of champagne, turning it upside down so that the pale liquid coats the skin of her neck and her chest and her stomach. I can only stare at her in amazement… the beads of alcohol travel down her body, pausing for a moment at different spots before continuing the journey. She throws her head forward and looks at me, waiting for my reaction, as I feel the sticky liquid reach my thighs.
I can’t wait any longer… and I can’t bear her seductress act any longer. In one movement I lift her off my lap and throw her forcefully down onto the bed, my hands pinning her arms above her head, as I force my knee between her thighs. She only looks up at me adoringly, as her body shivers in anticipation. So, dipping my mouth, I slowly and sensually lick and suck the champagne from her body… making sure to find every inch of skin. I pay special attention to her nipples, and I smile as she unashamedly arches her back into the mattress, offering her breasts to me… willingly. And she moans and whimpers and calls my name with abandon, as I send her into ecstatic pleasure.
When my mouth has found her centre, I suck on her through the material of her g-string, which drips with her arousal. And then I push it aside, and begin to lap at her most sensitive spot. When she is coming close, she screams at me to stop, and I look up. Her hands blindly grab for my head, and I let her bring my face down to meet hers, and we kiss passionately. Then she flips us over in a sneaky move, and sits, with her entrance poised directly over my erect penis. She bends down and places her lips against my ear. “Fuck me…” she whispers, and I thrust my hips up so that I have partially entered her. Marlena gasps and sits back up… then she lowers herself onto me, hard and fast.
We are both so ready and there is no need for slow gentle lovemaking. Instead she moves atop me fast and hard, lifting her hips off and then slamming her body back down onto mine. In just a few minutes we are almost there and we groan and scream each others names as we both explode in powerful orgasm. Our bodies shake as one, and I watch her glorious face, as she begins to come down from her high.
I notice goose bumps covering her skin, and I pull her off me, and gather her into my arms. “I love you baby… don’t ever forget that…” Marlena giggles softly as she rests her head into my neck. We will have to talk in the morning. She is sound asleep before I have even managed to pull the covers up around us. I kiss her forehead, and settle down to go to sleep.
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I can feel John’s arms wrapped around me… so intimately. I sigh. My head is pounding, but this feels so good. We haven’t slept this way for so long. All the hurt and pain and anger has somehow found a way to rule our lives. And I miss this feeling. I miss feeling loved and wanted and secure in my husband’s arms.
I feel his warm breath hitting my neck and I turn carefully in his arms. I want to look at him. He merely sighs contentedly and readjusts his arms so that they are still engulfing me. I notice the bruise on John’s cheek, and I bite my lip as I realise that last night I didn’t. I was so wrapped up in my own selfish desires that Ihadn’t noticed that he was hurt. I extend the back of my hand and I trace the purple skin tenderly. Then I bend my lips and they take over my task, placing tiny kisses over every inch of the injured skin.
I get wrapped up in the feeling of his skin beneath my lips and soon I find myself moving to other areas of his face, and his lips. I feel him stir beneath my touch and I move so that I am straddling him. Then I bend down and take his lips with mine, letting them linger there until he opens his mouth and lets my tongue dart inside. His hands fly up to the back of my neck and he pulls me into him further. We both moan into each others mouths.
Soon we have reached the point of no return. And we make love wildly and passionately… this time it’s not drowned by alcohol.
Afterwards I lie with my head resting against his chest, my body curled up against his. “John… what happened?” I murmur as I reach my hands up to the bruise on his face.
“Brady.” That one word changes the mood, and for a moment I am afraid that we will be back where we started. But he continues as soon as he feels me stiffen in his arms. “I couldn’t stop myself Marlena… I was so blind with rage. To think that he could… he could…” His voice is cracking as he tries to put his emotions into words. “It’s okay, sweetheart…” I soothe him.
“No, it’s not okay! It’s not okay that I took his side so many times, when all the while he was hurting you…” He reaches out and strokes my upper arm, and I can feel his hands shaking, and his body trembles where I lie against him.“John, he didn’t… it was only once…” I try to speak, but he cuts me off with an impassioned tone. “Don’t say that he didn’t hurt you. I’m not talking about physically… I’m talking about emotionally. I made him tell me exactly what he said to you… oh god, Marlena, I’m so sorry. You KNOW that I don’t think any of those things, don’t you?” I look down and play with the hairs on his chest. I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes. “Marlena… oh god, you do think that, don’t you?” His hand finds my chin and he forces me to look at him. I shake my head, but tears are slipping from my eyes. “I… it’s just that… when you hear something so
many times… I don’t know… you start to believe it. I would be in public and I would see Roman, and I would analyse my behaviour. I wanted to understand why he thought those things about me…”
“You don’t think that I think those things, do you?” He asks softly, looking into my eyes. “No…” I reply. “But I thought that you didn’t care. I thought that you trusted Brady more than you trusted me. I thought that you had started to doubt our love…” The confessions are pouring out now. The tears are cascading down my face… and I can see that John is close to tears as well.
“NO… we may have lost sight of it for a while, but our love was always there. Baby, I promise you that from now on, things are going to be different. You and I are going to get back what we have always shared. And I think that last night, and this morning, was a good way to start…” He laughs, and the sound of it immediately lightens the mood.
I glance up at him quizzically. “What did we do last night?” I joke. My headache has just reappeared, making it’s presence known. “Oh baby, you were sexy as hell! Remind me to get you drunk more often…” He teases me, running his hands over my body. “I think that next time, maybe I should let you drink apple cider off me… I am never drinking again…” I laugh, and he joins me. His teeth are biting my neck, and I gasp. “Besides, I never knew you were such an animal…”
He lifts his face and raises one eyebrow playfully. “Me?” he asks in mock horror.
“Taking advantage of your drunken wife like that…” I wrench myself from his touch and pull myself up off the bed. He lays there staring at my naked body as I walk towards the bathroom. “Stop being so grumpy… take an aspirin and then come back to my bed…” he speaks huskily.
“I’ve got a much better hangover cure…” I wink at him as I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower nozzles on. I see my wedding ring on the bathroom sink where John must have put it last night. I smile and I put it back on, just as I hear John’s hurried footsteps running into the bathroom. I laugh as he picks me up and tosses me into the shower. And the next thing I know, I am pressed against the shower wall, with John’s lips on mine.
Once again we are intoxicated.
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