Guts

Lee's ears became red with anger.

- A Bentley Mansory, huh? Not bad, who the fuck is that? Rhiannon I'm talking to you.

Rhi rolled her eyes and tilted her head.

- You know, Lee... it takes guts. To get into an affair with Jocelyn fucking Morgan and then rub it on my face barely 3 months before our wedding and en plus come and act jealous because a friend drove me home.

Lee's jaw dropped. Rhi smirked. Did he really think she was that dumb?

- Listen, Rhi, I don't know where you got the idea that I...

- Oh for fuck's sake, Lee. I'm not stupid. Jocelyn is, don't mix us up. I've known since October. I thought it was part of the wedding nerves and you'd get over it, but today I saw you holding hands, and I just... lost it...

- You what? - He tried to sound clueless, but the understanding in his eyes gave him away. Rhi looked daggers at him and he knew his cover had blown like dandelions in the air. - Rhi, love, I'm so sorry, you know she doesn't mean anything to me, it was just a fling. She's not half the woman you are...

- Well I know that much, so what we're going to do is put the wedding on hold until you make up your mind and decide to be a man.

Lee's throat went dry and he started shaking.

- No, wait. Rhi, baby... are you cancelling the engagement?

- Not exactly, no, not yet. I'm just saying we're not getting married till I'm damn sure you stopped with that affair nonsense.

- Oh, baby, forgive me, I'm an imbecile...

He tried to hug her, but she evaded him.

- Yes, you are. We agree on that. Now go home and think hard and long about what you want to do with your life.

- But I...

- Go, please.

Rhi was trembling, oscillating between anger and disappointment. She was so hurt. When she noticed he hadn't moved, she finally looked at his face. He was crying like a little boy.

- Lee, just go. - She said with a shaky voice.

- But I love you, I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you...

- And now I can't imagine it with you. - She sternly declared.

He started sobbing harder. She didn't even feel sorry for him. She went sit on her couch and stared out the window, trying to disengage from this sad reality. He saw her and rememberd the Bentley again.

- So now you're fucking Mr. Mansory, to get back at me?!?!

- Ha! I wish I were fucking him.

- Rhiannon, don't push it!

- You pushed it by having an affair before we could even get married.

- Just tell me who that guy was.

- Wow, Lee, do you think you have a right to be jealous now?

- I just need to know.

- He's a friend who supported me when you betrayed me...

It suddenly dawned on him.

- Is this that Paul guy? The one you dream about and you talk to so much? One of your clients, really, Rhi?

She turned to see him with contempt.

- Says the guy who's been sticking his cock into an airhead for the last 6 months, if not more. Just go and we'll talk when the time is right.

- But...

She stood up and pushed him out of the door.

- Rhi, please... - He begged, fresh tears in his eyes.

Some rolled from hers, too, as she closed the door in his face.

- I don't need this shit. - She said and went straight to the kitchen, took one Valium and went to her room.

She got completely naked, put on just Paul's hoodie back on and fell asleep in the haze of his smell.

-

Paul lit up a cigarette as he drove back home. He smiled to himself. He didn't know if that was the bravest or the most chicken shit thing he had ever done. He had never turned down a beautiful woman before. Of all the women he considered beautiful, Rhiannon Yeatts was far up above every other woman he knew.

- Biggest blue balls in the history of men. - He chuckled. Then he concluded. - It just wasn't right.

The guardians gave him a weird look when they saw he had come back so fast, and alone. He gave them a Gallic shrug.

- Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind! - He said, laughing.

The guys exchanged looks and laughed back.

- You're not the kind to be behind, señor Banks. - The colombian one said.

- Hoy sí ("I was, today" in Spanish). - Paul answered and walked away.

He went to the kitchen to drink some water and saw her lipstick stained glass. He shuddered, remembering those tasty lips on his neck, that hot, delicious-smelling breath on his collarbone. He could hear her moaning again, those anxious hands hovering over his crotch... he put his hand on his face, sensing the arousal take over him, feeling her hard nipples in his fingertips again. He was as proud of himself as he was regretful.

He went to his bathroom, got naked slowly, and got into the shower. He couldn't just go to sleep like this.