Who could be interrupting my moment with Nadine? I think to myself as I begin to explore every part of her body and realize she's dripping wet for me. I curse inwardly as I move away from her to retrieve my phone.
My heart beats fast in my chest when I realize it's Samantha calling. "What does she want?" I whisper to myself, aware that Nadine is watching my every move. I need to be careful; Samantha is many things, and I don't think I want to agree with what she wants from me.
I swipe my phone to answer the call, getting straight to the point. "What is it?" I ask, not beating around the bush. I know I used to feel something for her before, but I guess it's all in the past.
She dumped me at the altar after dragging me along for so long. I thought she loved me; we were perfect together until I noticed she started drifting away. I asked her many times to know the reason, but she didn't tell me. I loved her too much to let go, thinking the love I had for her would overshadow whatever uncertainty she had about us, but I was wrong.
On my wedding day, I was left alone at the altar, waiting for my bride who developed cold feet and didn't show up. I felt lost and in a dark place, and alcohol became my companion, helping me numb the pain I felt inside. But the truth is, no matter how much I drank, it couldn't quench the pain.
"What do you say to the help I'm asking from you?" Samantha asked over the phone, and I could imagine her batting her eyelids, forgetting I wasn't there with her.
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and said, "Can we talk about it when we see each other?" I didn't want to continue the conversation with Nadine watching me.
"Okay, I understand," Samantha replied, knowing that Nadine's presence was the reason I didn't want to say anything more. I smiled, acknowledging the truth, and said, "Let's talk some other time."