Page 28 of In the Lonely Hour

Andres pressed himself into her and her eyes fluttered at the feel of his dick.

“Can’t be any harder than this.” His lips slid down her neck, and Layla dropped the towel back into the water. “Is it harder than this?”

Layla licked her lips before he turned her head and bit down on the bottom one. “Layla…”

“Give it to me.”

He smiled, pushing her hands away when she tried to unbutton his pants. It took him hardly no time to pull his dick out, but he didn’t bless her with it immediately.

“You like doing shit that’s almost going to get us caught,” she grumbled, relaxing against him as his fingers circled her opening.

“I just can’t wait to have you any longer. Is that such a bad thing?”

Instead of replying, she inhaled a deep breath and gripped the faucet as he pressed two fingers inside of her. As soon as he began to press into her G-spot, Sade started singing about the sweetest taboo. Before she could start moaning and cum against his hand, he was pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick.

“Ahh,” she moaned quietly. His slick fingers went into her mouth as he began to stroke her from behind. As she licked her cream off his fingers, he moaned into her ear before licking it. Her grip on the faucet tightened as she began to rock against him… needing more. They fell into a steady pace that had them both muttering and moaning under their breath until they milked each other of their cum, quickly, and at the same time…

After their last encounter, Layla figured it was best for her and Carlos to meet in public. Like last time, they met at Panera Bread. She didn’t have an appetite, but since she hadn’t eaten anything all day, Layla wanted to at least get a smoothie or latte. Once she placed her order for a green smoothie, she headed to the table she favored on every visit. They were fairly busy, so Layla wasn’t expecting her smoothie to come out quickly, but she also wasn’t expecting Carlos to arrive before it did. The sight of him had her feeling like she needed something on her stomach to even stomach him.

“Hey,” he spoke, softer than normal.

“Hey.”

“You’re not eating today?” he checked, sitting across from her.

Layla’s head shook. “I just got a smoothie. I don’t really have an appetite.”

Carlos nodded.

“Power green smoothie for Layla!” was yelled out by the barista, causing Layla to stand.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your phone real quick? My battery is low so it’s charging in the car.”

“That’s fine,” she agreed, handing him her phone. “Did you want something to eat?”

Carlos pulled his wallet out and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “Some soup, I guess. You can get yourself something if you want.”

Layla nodded, though she didn’t plan on getting anything. Hell, she’d only offered to get him something to start their meeting on good terms, because she was sure things would go left as soon as she told him the choice she made. After grabbing her smoothie, Layla hopped back in line to order Carlos a bowl of tomato soup. Instead of going to wait for it at their table, she went over to the pickup counter. Because she didn’t have her phone, she didn’t know how much time had actually passed, but it didn’t feel like a lot had gone by before the buzzer she held went off.

“Thanks.”

Layla nodded as she set the soup in front of him.

“So… I’m not going to agree to your request,” Layla blurted as he digested his first spoon of the soup. “If I felt like it was because you were doing what you thought was best for our daughter, I would. But we both know you’re doing this because you don’t like Andres. You don’t like Andres because I do, and that’s not fair. I’ve given you the grace and space to start a wholenew relationship if that’s what it took to make you happy. Now, I’m going for mine.”

Layla paused briefly and inhaled a deep breath as he stared at her… spoon still midair. “I still want to go forward with the divorce now. You can keep the house and you don’t have to pay me any alimony. Just child support for your daughter. Dior and I will move in with my parents. I will recreate her room there. It won’t be as big but it will work. With their help, I’ll be able to go back to school, work a part time job, and still have energy to care for Dior and practice self-care daily. And since they have a housekeeper, Dior and I will only have to pick up behind ourselves because she will take care of the heavy cleaning and cooking. So…” Layla shrugged. “I guess that’s that.”

Feeling like a literal weight was off her heart, Layla relaxed in her seat. Carlos pushed his soup to the side and rested his forearms on the table.

“Maybe I should have went first.” He smiled softly, remaining calmer than Layla was expecting. “I didn’t, though, because I thought you would agree to what I’d asked of you. Layla, I know I went about this the wrong way, so maybe I should just… come clean from the beginning.”

“What do you mean?”

Carlos moved his seat so that it was next to her instead of across from her. He took her hand into his.

“I want to come home.” She stared at him, expression unreadable. “I can admit that I’ve taken advantage of your love in the past. I knew how much our marriage and honoring the vows we made to God meant to you, so I thought I could do my own thing and you’d always be there.” She chuckled and shook her head, slowly removing her hand from his. “I know that sounds fucked up, but it’s the truth. I was lonely as fuck and envious of the care and attention you gave our daughter. But how could I say that shit? So I didn’t. I started fucking off,wanting you to feel just as lonely as I did. I never expected things to get to this point though.”

“How could you not?” Her leg began to shake as she stressed, “You proposed to her, Carlos.”

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