My Ex, My Doom

Mia was in her own world, though she could still hear his voice over the speaker as he groaned from the 200 kg dumbbell he was lifting. His deep, masculine, broken voice, which always made her succumb to his control, repeated over and over again.

It was his recent video upload, and no, she wasn’t stalking him. She just happened to receive notifications of his every Instagram post.

Funny. Isn’t it? To Mia, it’s nothing close to stalking.

His voice was her weakness. It was her trigger. Electric waves jolted through her just when he groaned even louder, and she knew she wanted more of him. More of it.

She aggressively pulled the showerhead from where it hung, sliding the long, thick handle through her.

The hell? She was already dripping wet.

“Shit! I can’t continue doing this to myself.” She mumbled under her breath.

Nothing new. It’s been a routine for her to masturbate to anything that has this man’s name attached to it. Even his cough seems sexual to her.

“He’s my fucking ex.” She mumbled even louder. But that’s not enough to stop her from what she’s doing. Instead, she took it all in.

It was cold, and it had some texture on the sides. She pulled it out and pushed it back in. She did it again. And again, getting faster with every thrust.

She screamed. She had never felt this much pleasure since the last time.

Fuck… Yes!

Then it all stopped!

Everything faded at the sound of the doorbell.

“Coming!”

Her scream came mostly from the frustration over the incomplete moment she was experiencing and the disgust over who was surely at the door. Rushing to put off the repeating groans of his gym video upload, she covered her nakedness with a towel and rushed to open the door for her husband.

“Mia. How many times have I told you? No towels at the door. What if it wasn’t me?” Rick walked in, shoving his suitcase at Mia, who was still fluttering from the tingles in her body.

She shut the door, and before she could respond, Rick went again. “I got us groceries for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. I also got you cucumbers, which you love. Tell me I am the best husband in the world.”

Mia muttered inaudible words under her breath and disappeared into the bedroom. But Rick didn’t stop there, as he sat back into the furniture in the living room.

“Did I tell you about my case? The one about the bad guy... I know I never really told you much. But you’d want to know that I won. The bad guy’s in the cage, baby.”

When he got no response from the busy Mia in the bedroom, he continued straining his voice to be heard through the walls. “So it came in yesterday. Matt told me, but I didn’t believe him. The court ruled on the final verdict. He’s going to prison. El Patricio is finally going to prison. After months of….”

“Who’s going to prison?” Mia shot out of the room, now properly dressed in jeans and a top.

“What do you mean by ‘who?”

“I mean the bad guy that you said…”

“El Patricio? And I mean, you shouldn’t be that surprised he’s going to prison. He’s the bad guy.”

“Yes, him!” Mia ignored the rest of his words. “Isn’t he part of a gang named, er, Blood Brotherhood…”

“Yeah. That’s right. How do you know about them?”

Quickly flashing a fake smile to cover something up, she inserted, “From the news.”

“Come on, Mia, you don’t have to be ashamed. I know that you have been listening to me even though you act like you don’t. And you even follow up on the case when I’m not there. It’s not so bad to agree that you’re madly in love with me, you know.”

“If that makes you sleep at night.” Mia rolled her eyes and turned on the TV and left for the kitchen.

“Where are you going now?”

“To begin making dinner for your potatoes, which apparently makes you feel Irish.” She said from the kitchen.

“Are you teasing me now?”

“Why would you ever think that?”

Rick got up from the living room and came to Mia, wrapping his hands around her waist and kissing her neck.

Mia moaned lightly at his kiss. “What are you doing, Rick?”

“Exactly what I’m obligated to do as your husband.” He spoke into her right ear.

“Stop!”

He didn’t say a word to Mia. Instead, he kept nibbling on her ear and neck. Then his phone rang. And he stopped.

Mia felt disappointed as he left her to get his phone. After he was done with his phone call, Mia expected that he’d return. And he did, just for a different reason.

“Hey baby. Matt just called. He’s asked me to take a look at some documents. There's a possibility that El Patricio might be moved to a federal prison. Some documents…”

“I… don’t…” Mia cut in with a confused look as she turned to face him.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I know you don’t understand what I am saying.”

Mia smiled.

“What I am saying is that I will be extra busy from now until sometime later in the evening. So when dinner’s ready, you can just bring it to the study. I’ll be eating there tonight.”

“You mean every night?” She returned to what she was doing

“Don’t make it sound like I never eat at the table.”

“But you never do.” A scoff was audible in her tone while she kept a straight face.

“Mia…”

“I understand. You are busy. It’s a big case. It’s important. More important than me…”

“Baby…”

Mia dropped the knife sharply, leaving no doubts about her anger, and then she walked out on him.