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Kevin came up with the idea. I was reluctant because the mere mention of her name makes my blood boil. Forget being in the same room. I could kill her. After a lot of thought and discussion, I agreed. This is the best shot of getting to the truth. A long and hard climb, necessary to clear Sharon's name.
"I was waiting for you to come crawling back to me once you got over your stupid crush over that good-for-nothing doctor." The words slither from her mouth.
I smile at Naomi, raising my glass of wine to avoid saying anything. Even though I hate every moment of this evening, I need to keep up the act. I need to put on my best game face. Keep the end in mind, Jon, I keep reminding myself.
"Tell me you missed me and I will forgive you, honey," she coos, holding the wine glass near her lips.
What a slut.
"How about I show you how much I missed you?" I lay out the bait. She bites it. We move to the room I have rented out in the hotel. Once inside, she is all over me. How much I hate kissing her, ugh. I avoid her lips for as long as I can.
When she locks her lips on mine, the touch is empty and bitter. I want to puke. Instead of pushing her away, I move my mouth to the side.
In desperation, she pulls at my shirt and pops the buttons. I start whispering filthy words in her ears, getting her into a frenzy. After having spent a few nights with her, I am aware of her mind map. She is a sucker for cussing. They trigger her hormones making her horny and lose all sense.
Her clothes are off and she stands before me. She wriggles her finger at me, "Are you going to stand there like a statue all night or will you show me how hot you are for me?"
God, how much I hate doing this! Ever got that creepy sensation when you see a snake slither? An anaconda is slithering over my body with her lips and fingers creeping my skin. Dazed in lust, her breaths are shallow and rapid. A sign she has lost her senses. It is time I make my next move. She opens the buckle of my belt and pulls the zipper down after popping the button of my jeans.
"Oh, Sharon! Yes, fuck me, honey!" I bite my lip as the words come out, emphasizing Sharon's name. I peep through half-closed lids. My words trigger the desired reaction.
"You bastard!" Naomi screams, "You are still not over that bitch!"
My grip on her hand tightens at those words. I try to hold my nerve. If she goes a step further in insulting Sharon, I will snap her into two.
SLAP! The sound and sting of Naomi's hand on my cheeks brings me back to reality and my real task. Naomi is a raging serpent by this time. She hisses her words out loud.
"You and your shitty girlfriend are in big trouble. Wait till she is behind bars and your career lies in ruins."
I bite my lip and clutch the sofa, squeezing it tight. This slimeball is testing me, but I need to hold it in for a bit longer. My smile infuriates her.
Naomi lashes out at me, "We should have done more than fudge the records or change the samples. I should have listened to Noah, so he could get her into his bed. Would those pictures have flushed that tramp out of your head?"
God, to what lengths will this woman go to get her way? I lick the blood trickling down from my cut lip. My hands clench into fists. I have the information for which we put this entire operation together. There is no need to put up with Naomi anymore.
"I suggest that you leave, and never compare yourself to Sharon. You aren't worth the dirt on her shoes."
Naomi raises her hand again, but this time, I swat it away. She goes tumbling to the floor. She gets up, cursing me, grabbing her clothes and putting them back on. "This is not the last time we meet. I will ruin you, Jon. Wait and see." Naomi slams the door to the bedroom.
A short while later, another door slams shut, a sign that she has left. I smile staring at the mirror and button my shirt. When I move to the living area, Kevin and the detective come out from the other room where they had been hiding and recording everything. With the help of a private detective, Kevin and I set up an audio and video recording system in the room. I had a mic on me, hidden in a button on my shirt.
"Do you think this will be enough to convince a judge? I want that woman behind bars and ruined for life," I ask Kevin.
Kevin turns to the detective. He nods.
"Let us see. I am sure she will put up a solid defense, but the cops will be interested and with a little interrogation, she will crack. We also have another name now. If we play our cards well, one of them will confess."
"Okay, do everything you can to send Naomi to the gutter." I turn and walk out to the balcony. The cold breeze calms my nerves, taking away the heat and the pain.
Kevin puts a hand on my shoulder, "You are not happy."
I sigh. How can I be happy? This is a yard gained on the first down. Plenty of plays need to fall in place before my girl comes back in my arms. I want Sharon and will give up anything to make it happen.