Page 105 of Beast

Guinevere smiles. Somewhere in her forties now, she’s very beautiful. Long strawberry blonde hair. Legs for miles. Tits a man could spend hours licking and sucking.

“So where are you going?” I ask, ignoring the tingle beneath my skin telling me to beware.

“To stay with family out of town.”

“Out of town where?” I ask, taking another mouthful of wine.

When we used to fuck, she would tip wine on her belly and have me lick it off her smooth skin.

“Far away,” she says.

Her answer is cryptic. But I’m suddenly very tired and decide not to pursue it.

Slow down with the wine.

But it’s a warning I don’t heed, and when she tops up my glass, I don’t stop her.

“Listen, Guinevere…when we broke up, I didn’t behave like I should have.”

“Oh? How do you mean?”

She’s being gracious about the fact that I discarded her so carelessly.

“You had feelings, and I didn’t consider them. And I’m sorry. A man shouldn’t treat a woman that way.”

Her eyes momentarily lose focus but come back just as quick. “Of course, you were young and foolish. I understand completely.”

“You’re letting me off too easy. I need you to know that I’m sorry.”

Again she smiles, but it lacks truth.

She’s still hurt. All these years later.

Of course she is, you broke her heart, asshole.

“Jennifer is very lucky to receive your chivalry when I did not.” She doesn’t try to hide the iciness in her voice and I don’t blame her.

I take her hand. “I’m sorry. Really I am.”

Her hand is cold to touch. At first she lets my hand linger over hers before she pulls it away. “Well, I’ll certainly toast to that.”

We clink glasses and both take another mouthful.

I smile at her over my glass, feeling excited for the life ahead of me. I have a lot to be grateful for. I’m about to embark on a new journey with a woman who is going to make a good club queen. At least now I can move on without the guilt of what I did to Guinevere lingering in my gut.

Yet, something isn’t quite right.

I’m starting to feel…strange.

“I should call it a night.” I try to say the words but they come out alien.

My lips are numb.

I frown.

“I need to lie down.”

Something is wrong.

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