Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on a true event. The names have been changed to protect those involved. This writer does not encourage cheating IRL as this is only a work of fiction. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental, as well as the names of places. This story has a lot of plot to it. If you're not in it for the plot, this is not the story for you. If you are, however, please enjoy and don't forget to comment below! Happy Reading!
All characters are 18 years old and above.
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Tim is in a loveless marriage. However, someone from his past comes back into his life.
It was the middle of December, and by the time I had gotten home from work, my wife was getting ready to go do her overnight shift. As I stepped through the door, she hastily greeted me and went into the bedroom to finish doing her makeup. I shrugged it off and went to the pantry to find something to fix myself for dinner. Being that I was a little tired, I really didn't want to spend all night making up a meal, so I decided on just some Rice-a-Roni. By the time I had melted the butter and had the rice all sauteed, my wife had emerged from the room, and gave me a half hearted peck on the cheek saying, "Gotta go, see ya later."
You see, her and I have only been married for about three years. When we first got together and even we we got married, things were great. The sex was even better. Hell, sometimes we'd go six or seven times a day. That lasted all up until the middle of last year, when she got a job working overnight at a hospital about 45 minutes away. Ever since then, we hardly even saw each other anymore. And that's not just because of the hours; she's had plenty of other chances to change her schedule around so we'd have more time together. But it seemed like she was replacing me with her job. Shit, the last time we even had sex was almost three months ago! So, it's pretty much just become my norm to take advantage of all the time I had to myself and get caught up on some quality "me time" - if you know what I'm saying.
Tonight was no different. Locking the door and closing the windows shades, I got comfortable on the couch and went to turn on the internet browser on our TV. I had just found a video that suited my fancy and began to undo my pants when suddenly - my phone rang. "God dammit," I cursed pausing the video and picked up my phone, thinking it was my wife calling to tell me they didn't need her to come in tonight. Glancing at the phone, I didn't recognize the number so I just let it ring. I figured if it was important enough, they'd leave a voicemail. Eventually the ringing stopped, but no voicemail came through. I shrugged my shoulders and was about to continue tonight's adventures when my phone rang again. I picked it up; same number as before. Figuring that whoever was on the other end was going to keep calling, I just went on ahead and answered.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Tim. It's Alli, please don't hang up," the voice on the other side responded.
Immediately, my heart stopped. My chest became heavy and I couldn't see straight. I kind of blanked out as I was trying to wrap my head around why...she...would be calling me. Alli was my first love before I got together with my wife. We dated for almost three years before I finally popped the question, to which she said yes; much to my gratitude. We went on for about a year after that, planning the perfect wedding and getting things together to prepare for our happy life together. Then suddenly, one day, she called me and said, "It's over. I can't do this. Don't try to find or contact me 'cause you won't be able to. Goodbye." I'll never forget that day, and now it was replaying in my head as the same girl that ripped my heart out was on the phone with me tonight.
"Uh, uh, hi...Alli. Uh, long time no talk," I nervously said.
I could hear her nervously chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
After a few moments, I said, "So, what's up?"
"Listen, I know I'm calling out of the blue, but just hear me out, please?"
"Okay," was the only thing I said.
"So...I'm back in the city. And, for like a month now, I've been trying to work up the courage to try and call you..." Alli began.
"Wait, you mean you've been back here for a month? Actually, how did you get my number in the first place?" I interrupted.
"Oh, I found Brian on Facebook and he gave me your number," she said.
God dammit, Brian. "Really now? Okay, but why are you calling me? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?" I said in a snide tone.
There was a slight pause, and then, "Listen, I know okay? I know. I'm sorry about what happened, and...I want to make it up to you. It's just I really want..." Alli paused for a moment, then said, "I need to see you."
The thought of someone actually wanting to see and spend time with me made my heart swell, although I was a little hesitant at first. "Well, I mean, I'm free now."
I heard Alli let out a giggly sigh. "Oh, great, I'm glad. Um, do you wanna have dinner together?"
I felt that I needed some closure with Alli. "You know what, that sounds good. Do you have anywhere in mind?"
"Umm...I know! How about Cafe Carlyle?"
"Really, there?" I said sarcastically. Cafe Carlyle is where I took Alli for our first date. Although, maybe it was an appropriate place for reconciliation. "Okay, when do you wanna meet up."
"How far away are you from downtown?" Alli asked.
"Only about twenty minutes. Besides I have to get ready, I can't exactly show up there wearing jeans and a t-shirt."
Alli laughed. "Yeah, it's a little ritzy. Tell ya' what, why don't we meet there in, let's say about an hour?"
"That sounds good to me, Alli. I'll see you there."
"Awesome! God, I can't wait to see you!" Alli said before hanging up the phone.
As I turned the screen off, I muttered, "Yeah, me neither."
Honestly, I didn't know what to think. I mean, I've not seen nor heard from Alli in almost five years and now, here she was wanting to have dinner together. This is crazy. However, curiosity took over. I stepped in and took a quick shower and then got dressed in the best suit that I could find in my closet. Cafe Carlyle was the type of restaurant that you would pay $16 for a three ounce steak, so they kind of had a dress code.