Page 3 of Pulled By the Tail
“How many?” she asked.
“Just the one. Just Janice.”
“So, this is the first time?” Not that it made it better, but she was trying to wrap her head around when boring, reliable Kevin found time to screw the intern.
“Well, not the first time, but she’s the only one.”
“How long?”
“It doesn’t matter, baby.” He flashed his charming smile, but Georgia saw it for the superficial facade it was.
“How long?!”
“Since October.”
Since she got sick and went in for testing. That creep. He tossed her aside the moment her body failed to meet his standards of perfection.
“Get out,” she said.
“You’re not upset, are you? Where’s my Georgia sunshine?” He cupped her face. The pet name used to make her heart flutter, now it made her nauseous.
Georgia stepped back. “I said get out, Kevin.”
He huffed, like he wanted to argue, but pulled on his jeans. The whole situation was so strange. They never argued and until a few minutes ago, she would have sworn that Kevin would have never cheated. He was too boring.
“I’m leaving, but just to check on Janice. You’re not kicking me out,” he said.
“Yes, I am. Don’t bother coming back.”
“My name’s on the lease.”
“I’ll get the locks changed,” she said. Immediately.
“I’ll get the landlord to let me back in,” he retorted.
“Don’t you have a backup apartment with Janice, since you’re so worried about being stuck?”
Kevin drew himself up to full height, a move that might have been impressive with his average build and narrow shoulders if he had scruples or even the smallest bit of dignity. “I paid for the deposit on this place. It’s mine. If you can’t see your way around this one little indiscretion, I really think you should leave.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he said in a mocking tone. His smirk said that he expected to find her on the sofa, waiting for him, when he got back. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and stood at the door. “Don’t eat all the ice cream while I’m gone. You’ve really let yourself go, Georgia.”
“You did not just call me fat,” she said as the door swung shut. She stood there in disbelief. “He called me fat.”
He fucked the intern, blamed her, made a jab about her weight as he left to chase his mistress, and expected to find her waiting for him when he got back. No doubt on the sofa, eating directly out of the ice cream tub, because that’s what chubby chicks did.
Georgia looked around the apartment. When Kevin said he wanted to move in together, she’d been thrilled. He purchased most of the furniture and furnishings, but that made sense. He made more money than her and could afford to upgrade to the leather sofa and the side tables with the marble inlay. Everything had been arranged just so and kept pristine with zero clutter. Kevin didn’t like clutter. They decorated with a trendy gray and white color scheme. Excuse her,Frenchgray and origami white. It was bland. Safe.
Boring.
Fuck boring and especially fuck Kevin.
Part of her wanted to take a knife and ruin the fine-grain leather on the sofa, to destroy Kevin’s favorite lounger, but she didn’t have it in her. She wasn’t a vandal. Knowing Kevin, he’d send her a bill.
Okay, she ruled out property damage. Revenge would have to be less physical and more intangible.
Like frozen fish fillets in the heating vents. Concerned with his heart and omega-three fatty acids, they stocked the freezer with a variety of fish. She didn’t particularly enjoy fish but she choked it down because that’s what a good girlfriend did, right?
