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It’s been a few days and John has been nothing but businesslike. But otherwise, he’s still nothing like his father. While John has eased up a bit, he still works me like a slave. My life is still hell, but at least now I know where I stand.
Except, I can’t help thinking back to the kinder, gentler John. The one he showed me that evening. Where did he go?
“Hello Allie,” Mr. Jones says as he greets me at my desk.
“Mr. Jones! It’s so good to see you again!” I yell as I get up to give him a hug.
“Allie, I’d like you to meet Delilah,” Mr. Jones says.
“Hello Allie,” Delilah says and shakes my hand.
“Hello.”
She’s gorgeous, a supermodel I suppose. She’s tall and slender with killer legs. Her beautiful blonde hair drapes perfectly on her shoulders.
“This is John’s fiancée,” Mr. Jones says.
At those words, my heart stops. I can feel my throat tighten. I feel a deep sharp pain. It feels as though someone is sticking thousands of needles in my heart. I can’t believe it.
I know it was only a one-time thing, but I can’t believe John didn’t bother to tell me he was engaged while he was ramming me. Now I feel more like an idiot. Not only that, I feel worthless standing next to Delilah—someone so beautiful and gorgeous.
Now I know why he told me it was a one-time thing. It’s because he already has someone else.
“Well, we’ll be going now Allie. I can’t wait to see John,” Delilah says. She has an English accent...a very sexy English accent. I definitely can’t compare.
I sit at my desk. Despair. Sadness. Guilt. Anger. I went through all the stages. I hated Ray so much for cheating on me and vowed never to be that girl who sleeps with a man who has someone else and here I am, being that exact same girl.
I suddenly don’t feel too good. I have to go home. I’m sick to my stomach. The thought of being tricked, lied to, and betrayed left me wanting to vomit. Worst, I’ve become exactly what I didn’t want to be.
I walk into the office to see Delilah sitting closely to John. She has her arms wrapped around him.
“Sir, I’m feeling sick. I’m going to go home,” I tell John.
“You can’t just leave,” he gets up. He seems to have a look of surprise and concern.
“John, Allie feels sick. Let her go home and get some rest,” Mr. Jones says coming to my aid. He’s always been so kind and still is.
I look at the ground knowing full well John is staring right at me.
“I’ll be back at work soon Sir.” I turn around, grab my bag, and walk out.
If there were a word to describe the incredible feeling of hate, betrayal, and disgust I would have screamed it at the top of my lungs. I hate him for making me feel like this. I hate him for tricking me into sleeping with him. I hate myself for falling for it all!
Here I am agonizing over all his actions and his words and now it all makes sense. He wanted one last escapade before he gets married. And I was the easy target. Not only did he make my work life a living hell, he made my personal life hell as well.
I immediately dial my mom. Crying to her on the phone, I explain everything that happened.
She listens intently and asks, “Well, have you had a heart to heart with him?”
“No of course not. He’s guy, he’ll tell me the same thing Ray told me. How can I ever trust another man again?” I ask her.
All the men in my life turned out to be jerks! All expect Mr. Jones, and even he won’t be around much longer.
I drive home to slump in my bed and cry. This hurts more than what Ray did to me. Why? Because I was so careful to stay guarded and yet I’m back to where I was a few months ago.