I stared down at my phone, hardly able to believe the message that was flashing on the screen.
"Everything okay, honey?" Melissa asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I shook my head. "I'm fine, I just don't feel too good."
"I know how you feel. I've been feeling the same. There's a lot of that going around right now," she flashed me a smile, then removed the empty plate from in front of me and dumped it in the sink. "Maybe we should get an early night."
I shook my head again. "I can't, I've got a lot of work to do, and it has to be finished tonight."
Melissa let out a groan. "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pressing her chest into my face and letting her long blonde hair drape over my back. "Let's go to bed."
"I wish I could, I have to finish it. If I don't, Jonas will be on my ass in the morning, and I can't be bothered with that," I replied.
She sighed and released me from her embrace. "Fine, but I'm going to bed. Don't stay up all night."
She planted a kiss on my forehead, ran a slender hand through my hair, and then disappeared into the hallway. I heard her climb the stairs and slammed the door to our bedroom shut. I waited a few minutes in silence before pulling my phone out and glaring at the screen.
"If you want us, we are yours for the taking, Chloe x" was all the message read.
I knew who had sent it, but I wasn't quite sure how she had got my number. She was a student at the university, and I was her professor. She was probably seeking a better grade, but she'd never mentioned anything about it before, and from what I can remember, her grades were doing just fine.
I began to type, unsure whether I should reply. I composed a message, then deleted it. A few seconds later, I composed another message and hovered my finger over the send button, only to delete it once more. I didn't know what to do. Should I just ignore it? If she didn't get a reply at all, then there was nothing anyone could do. And what did she mean by we? Typo?
The girl was young, over eighteen, but still young. Is this how teenagers act nowadays, is this how they got what they wanted, just a bold message offering their bodies up on a platter? Or was I just getting old? The idea that someone so young and perfect-looking would ever want a piece of me was flattering.
I began typing again on my phone. All I sent was the word "where," followed by a couple of question marks.
My phone buzzed instantly, causing my heart to race. "13 Abraham Road, NOW," flashed across the screen.
I sat there for a few seconds, wondering what to do. My wife was upstairs, most probably asleep. There was zero chance of getting anything out of her tonight or every night for the past few years, for that matter.
I the fumbled in my pockets for my keys. A small part of me was hoping they weren't there, and I'd have to hunt around the house for them, but no. There they were, glinting in the dim light of the room on the palm of my hand.
I stood up, walked down the hallway, opened the front door, and quietly rolled the car out of the driveway before speeding off down the road.
***
By the time I approached Abraham Street, my hands were shaking. I could feel a faint whisp of sweat had collected on my forehead. I wiped it off with the back of my hand as I pulled the car to a stop outside number 13.
Without thinking, because if I did start thinking I would probably turn around and head straight back home, I got out of the car and walked up the driveway. I've wrapped my knuckles gingerly on the wooden door and waited with my heart thumping in my ears.
A few seconds passed, and the door clicked open. The light inside was dim, but I could still make out the Slim figure of Chloe stood in the doorway.
"You came," she purred and spread her full red lips into a smile.
I wanted to turn around the moment she opened the door, but the site of her leaning up against the wall wearing nothing but a pair of red high heels and a thong so thin she may as well have not been wearing anything at all. Her chest was more than a handful, and for a girl her size, they were quite large. She had small pink nipples that pointed out and slightly upwards as the cold night air hit them.
"I dont know what I'm doing here, really," I said, sounding like a teenager. I wasn't a teenager, I was in my mid forties, and a girl over half my age stood in front of me wearing barely anything but a smile.
"Come in," she said and turned, pushing the door wider open, allowing me to enter. I followed her down the hallway. I could see the toned muscles in her legs and arse flex and shift with every step she took. Her long ginger hair cascaded down her back, stopping just above a tattoo of a cat at the base of her spine.
"Mellisa!" I suddenly gasped and nearly fell over my own feet.
"James," my wife said from across the living room. "We've been waiting."
I looked from my wife back to chloe and then back to my wife again, who were both staring at me intently. "What the hell is going on?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Chloe said.
"Erm... no, not in the slightest."
Mellissa laughed, I hadn't heard her laugh like that for a long time.
"Will one of you just tell me what is going on? Do you want a divorce, is that it?" I snapped at Mellissa.
