she was cheating on me. She had accidentally left her Facebook open on my laptop. I opened up my laptop to get some work done. I saw the tab open and my curiosity got the best of me so I looked. The page was opened to her Facebook messages and I scrolled through and found the messages between her and one of her exes, who also was a co-worker. Apparently they had been sleeping together for at least eight months. I was guessing it was probably longer but I couldn’t prove it. I really thought that April and I would get married. I had even planned out my proposal. What pissed me off the most was that she had told that dickhead tons of personal information about me. Apparently she was more interested in my bank account than she was in me. When I confronted her about it, she initially lied about everything, as I expected she would. I was prepared for her though, I had printed out the proof. She cried and batted her eyelashes at me and when that didn’t work, like it had in the past, she threw a tantrum. She was yelling and throwing things. She was out of hand. I left and told her I wanted her to be gone when I returned. Actually what I said was, “get your shit and get the fuck out of my place. You better be gone by the time I got back from my walk around the block. If anything is missing when I return I'm coming after you.”
She messaged me for a few weeks after the break up and I was tempted to let her come back around. One, we were together for five years and two, I’m a guy and I have certain needs, needs she was good at fulfilling. I was even on the verge of sending a late night drunk text one night. Fortunately for me, I was with Phil and he made me delete it before I was able send it. That was not a trap I needed to get caught up in again.
Since April, I had been on a few dates, even slept with a few people but at the end of the night she was the one I still thought about, that was until I met Stephane, well the second time. After hours and hours of searching and stressing I found the meal I was going to make. I couldn’t wait for the next day to arrive.
Stephane
I arrived at Wyatt’s around 5:30 that evening. I knocked and then I heard a crash and yelling before he opened the door.
“Hey Stephane, come on in.” He hugged me.
“Hey is everything ok? It sounded like something fell.”
“Umm…yea that was dinner. It was hotter than I expected and I dropped the dish. Have a seat, let me finish cleaning up and I’ll be right back.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No it’s ok, thanks. Make yourself comfortable. Oh and do you like Chinese?” He laughed.
“Sure! I can look up some places while you’re cleaning.”
“That sounds great, I’m sorry about the hassle Stephane.”
“Don’t worry about it! Go clean up! I’ll be here.”
“Promise?” He said with a grin and I couldn’t help but to blush.
Wow, how could I forget how great his smile is, I thought. Ugh, he is so attractive. I think I need to be careful. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Syd to let her know I that I had arrived and that I’d call her when I was on my way home. Then pulled up my Urbanspoon app to see what Chinese food places were in the area. I searched the app for a few minutes and when he still wasn’t back in the living room, I got up to see if I could help. I walked in to the kitchen I noticed that he had cut his finger on a piece of glass. He was running his finger under cold water and didn’t hear me walk in. I put my phone back in my pocket and walked over to help.
“Today is not your day?” I teased him, slightly startled him because he didn’t hear me enter the kitchen. “What happened?”
“I was trying to rush and wasn’t paying attention. I went to pick up a piece of the dish I dropped, it slipped and cut me.”
“Can I see it?”
“Sure, I don’t think it’s a big deal,