Well what do you know, another hot steamy night with peter. I exhasparate, trying to slow down the clock on his nightstand knowing that he’ll make my leave out the back door any second. I closed my eyes shut, seeing him stare at me in my peripheral coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but briefs. ‘nice fuckin try love, but you know she’ll be home in an hour and as much as I love this you know your going to have to go.’ His deep voice lingered a small russian accent and I stood up to be taken in his arms before he kissed me. ‘yeah yeah..god you smell good’ he walked to his dresser and I heard him grab something in the drawer before coming to me. I felt his lips kiss my forehead and six hundred dollar bills went into my panties from behind. ‘here you go doll. is that enough for today?’ I shook my head and we got dressed and I felt the sense of an elephant in the room. It always happened after Peter and I were together.
‘you look sad…’ His voice was strong but I knew he was preparing himself. ‘well, it’s a little annoying knowing that your wife gets to spend the days with you. I hate feeling like a fucking prostitute Peter.’ After we got dressed and I was leaving he grabbed me into his hold. ‘hey, you listen. I love you and yes things are complicated but I just need time. Camille just had the baby a year ago and now wouldn’t be the time. but you’re everything to me Ivy…’ I smiled and bit my lip nodding my head before hearing the sound of a lock. His eyes widened and I felt his hands gently push me. ‘fuck..straight through the back!’ He mouthed and I ran doing what i was told, but yet feeling pissed that I couldn’t stay in bed with him, enjoying his musky smell and washboard abs before having to leave in the morning like an unwanted hangover.