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Unknown Binding
First published August 17, 2013










"This is me. I'm an asshole. I'm a jerk. I say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I always have and always will...but, Freckles, you're the only woman that will get me. Do you understand?"
Layla
Landyn,
Layla,
Layla.
“You’re such an asshole. After six years, you’re still the same asshole!”
“No, after six years, I’m still your asshole. That’s why you’re so pissed. Because you’re just now realizing you could have been with me this whole time.”
They didn't deserve to be here. They hadn't helped. Mia had been the only one.
“Hey, Adam,” a voice said softly and my whole body solidified. That voice. The cause of all that was fucked up in my life. The voice that I never should have heard in my life.
I looked up when I felt her hand hit the back of my neck, touching me in a way a person touched someone they loved. Then, she sat down next to me; on the side that was supposed to be filled by my wife. By Mia. “Don't touch me,” I ground out and her hand jerked back like my skin burned her.
I started as soon as we made it outside. "Breena, this is my mother's funeral. We're not friends. I'm married. This is my life and you have no place in it.”
"Oh, that's right. They were so-called 'extra shifts'. Did you forget what I saw? Did you forget that I saw you cheating with my own eyes? God…you must really think I’m stupid."
Seriously, the list of shit you've done to me is even longer than the number of bitches you've been with."
just as void of all emotion as her voice. "I ran into Missy. Remember her?"
I hated that I was always the one that ended up suffering when he was able to move on with his life like I never existed.
“In the back of my mind, I always wondered if you had anything to do with it, but seeing as how you fucked anything with a vagina, I didn’t really believe it. I mean, why would you have wasted your time? I hadn’t seen you in over a year...but, I should have known.
“Of course you can live in this house every day, Adam. Because while I was in it, you weren’t. While I was pregnant, depressed, lonely and needing you, you were with another woman. While I was in the hospital miscarrying my baby, you were with another fucking woman. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to get back in the truck and take me home.”
"I WAS THERE! I WAS THERE AND I SAW YOU WITH HER!" she screamed through her sobs, and tears rained down her cheeks. What? "What the hell are you talking about, Mia? Saw me with who?"
"With her! You took the same stripper bitch you were with the night I miscarried to your mother's funeral! I saw her with my own eyes! Eric saw her too, so there’s no way you can deny it!"
When I saw the lipstick on your clothes, I still didn’t want to believe it, but when I saw you kissing her, a girl with an amazing body and platinum-blonde hair…you broke me." Breena; A.K.A the mistake.
"Cops take their cases to their mother's funeral." Her brow rose to her forehead.
I knew that as soon as I'd left him, he had other women in his bed - in this very bed.
“Well she’s not your mom, so stay the fuck out of it!” he shouted and all the blood drained from my face as my heart broke into a million pieces. His words cut me so deeply, I worried my blood would spill out on the floor. Tears flooded my eyes and spilled over my lashes.
My chest hurt. A baby. I was gonna pass out.
I walked out of the room and it hit me, too late, that I'd just called this situation "shit"...that I just motherfuckin' called having a baby "shit" to Mia's face. Why the fuck couldn't I ever say
Since the day I told him I was pregnant, nothing had been the same between us.
The night had started out fine until everyone decided to hit up a strip club named Hunnies. I only went for forty minutes, to show face, but it'd been forty minutes too long. The fucked up part…I hadn’t called Mia to let her know.
She needed me and I wasn't here for her. She was my wife, pregnant with my baby, and I'd been distancing myself from her when she fuckin' needed me.
My hands were trembling now. I'd just been about to put a load of laundry in the washing machine when I spotted the smear of red lipstick on the crotch of the jeans Adam wore two night ago...when he supposedly went out with the boys from work.
She looked good sitting on Adam’s lap too… grinding on him in perfect time to the still playing “Closer”. Her legs were splayed wide and I watched as the juncture between her legs rubbed against his crotch, as her hands touched him and caressed his chest.
And when she put her breasts in his face and rubbed them against his lips, Adam closed his eyes.
At that exact moment, the final dings started to play from the speakers and the blonde took Adam’s mouth with hers… my husband’s mouth... the father of my unborn baby’s mouth.
Adam brought the blonde to his mother's funeral. The stripper he’d cheated on me with.
Breena Wallace. It had been weeks since I’d last seen her.
I'd come - maybe once a month - have breakfast or dinner, chat with her briefly and then leave. She'd sort of become a friend, I suppose.
But Breena was sweet and, more importantly, she was still sweet on me.
He’d even called me a bitch…and…well, he’d always called women bitches, but never had he called me one.
I hadn’t seen him in six years and he looked good, but he also looked furious… at me. Why? Because I was shopping in the grocery store by his house?
He’d always been good in bed, but I’d never had it that good. It’s because he’s had plenty of practice since me.
“And all the women after me…God! I lost my baby, and your mom passed away and only months later you were bringing women here like what we had meant nothing to you. I was such a fool!”
I don’t love Max, because if I did, I never would have cheated on him with you.” “Goddamn it, Mia. You can’t cheat with your own husband.”
I rolled my eyes while speaking, "Yes, we're really married." "But...but there were other women..." She said the word like it left a bad taste in her mouth. "…and you were married this whole time?"
“Did you fuck Max without a condom?” I asked, because I couldn’t help it, and the thought pissed me off, but that’s not why I was really mad.
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t use a condom with you last night or this morning, Mia.”
At least I know I’ve only slept with two other men since you, but I’m positive you can’t say the same…you’re probably into the thousands --” she stopped abruptly and covered her mouth with her hand like she was going to throw up.
“How many?”
You care about your little stripper enough that she’s still in your life, which by the way, I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay with. While you were changing her tires and playing her handyman, I had to do all that same shit for myself. After Cole left, I dated a couple other guys, but I really had no one until Max.
"You care about your friend Trish, which by the expression on your face every time her name is mentioned, I know she was something more. And God only knows how many other female friends you care about.”







