“Mine too,” I agree “Let’s get out of here and go home. I want to take you to bed and stay there for days.”
“That sounds like a great plan,” Cass agrees with a broadening grin.
With one last kiss, I pull out of her and then search the room for supplies to clean up. There’s a box of tissues on a teacher’s desk, and I’m guessing we’re in a science classroom based on the long, black tables.
I grab several and go back to where Cass is still sitting naked on the table, looking only a little shy as she tries to cover her tits with her arm.
“You can hide them now; but when we get home, I’m going to spend so much time with your tits that we’ll be on a first name basis by morning,” I tell her while swiping the tissue between her thighs to wipe up the mess we made.
“Oh, is that right?” Cass asks with a puff of laughter.
“Damn right,” I agree. Tossing the tissues in the trash bin, I pick up Cass’s dress from the floor and hand it to her. “The sooner we leave, the quicker we can get started.”
I’m pulling on my pants when the intercom at the front of the room crackles and then a muffled masculine voice comes over it. “Xavier Malone, if you’re still in the building, your wife Camilla is in the gym looking for you.”
No. No fucking way. I must have misheard him.
“Is that a joke?” Cass asks as she jumps down off the table and snatches up her panties to start pulling them over her shoes and up her legs. “Xavier?” she shouts when I don’t answer. “What the hell is she doing here? And didn’t he mean your ex-wife?”
“I-I don’t know,” I say as I slip my arms in my dress shirt and start buttoning it up.
“You don’t know why she’s here, or you don’t know if she’s your ex-wife?” Cass scoffs. “You are divorced, right?”
“I have no fucking clue why she’s here. We’ve been separated for months and haven’t spoken even once.”
“And you’re divorced, right?” she asks again slowly.
“It isn’t official yet, no.”
A squeak that’s part huff and part laugh is Cass’s response to that. “You lied to me! I can’t believe you!”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t correct your wrong assumption that we were legally divorced. It’s only a matter of time!”
“Don’t you think that the fact that you’re still married is something you should’ve mentioned before we fucked?” she asks.
“Camilla and I are done and over. We just need to put a few signatures on a piece of paper. No big deal.”
“It is a big deal to me! She’s here, and you’re still her husband!” she shouts. “Have you even filed for divorce yet, Xavier?”
“No, but I was planning to before I move back to Maryland.”
“Jesus, Xavier! Your wedding ring isn’t stuck; you are!” Cass exclaims. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glares at me and says, “You’re such an idiot. You still love her, don’t you?”
“She’s my wife. I promised her forever. It’s not easy to just say to hell with all that.”
“And yet you didn’t seem to mind screwing me while you’re still ‘technically married,’” Cass replies with air quotes around the two words. “God, you are still the lying playboy you were in high school! Guess some things never change, do they?”
“Cass, I’m sorry I didn’t explain the situation better when it came up, but now I know what I want – I want to be with you, Cass, only you!”
“How many?” she asks through gritted teeth.
“How many what?”
“How many women did you sleep with after you and she split up?” she clarifies.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I challenge. “I was going to get a divorce, I swear. It’s just a big decision!”
“And you hate making big decisions, don’t you? You just sit back and wait for them to be made by someone else. You let a scholarship pick your college, location chose law school, then you let Camilla decide where the two of you would live. Were you waiting for Camilla to serve you with papers?”
“No, I was going to do it,” I assure her.
“Like you were going to quit your job to move back here to go after your dream?”
“Yes!”
“Bullshit!” Cass yells at me. “You’ve never done what you wanted, Xavier. And you never will. I was stupid to think that you had changed, that you would man up and decide something for yourself!”
Her accusation is a low blow, a brutal kick to the nuts.
“I have changed,” I tell her. “You changed me. This week with you has been the best of my life, Cass, not just tonight.”
“Come by and get your shit from my place before you go back to Seattle. It’ll be out in the front yard!” she shouts as she starts for the door. I hurry to get in front of it to keep her from leaving.
“Cass, wait. I’m not going back to Seattle. I want to be with you. I want to live here and train and have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“No, Xavier. You fucked up whatever chance we could’ve had when you didn’t tell me the truth!” Her hands shove me back against the door as tears fill her eyes. “I’m sick of waiting on you! I waited twenty years for you to love me back. It’s time for me to stop deluding myself into thinking that’s ever going to happen and finally move on.”
“Cass, please…”
“Move!” she screams. “Get out of my way and get out of my life, Xavier. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t visit me ever again. I want you out of my life so I can get the hell over you! At least now you’ve made it easier to do, because I don’t want to even look at you!”
Seeing the pain on her face, pain I caused, I finally step aside to let her leave. I can’t make her stay here with me, no matter
