Miss-Fortunate Reality

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Author: I.M. Hicks
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on the
table .
“Oh c’mon, we know the situation with that, she’s just feeling sorry for
herself” he said apologetically.
“She won’t even sleep with me” he added. I’m not sure why but something about
the way he said that sent a slight jolt through my body.
“Jesus, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Marc? Any woman would
feel intimidated” I retorted.
He smiled at me wickedly.
“I’m just being honest, I was shocked when I saw you this afternoon”
“I’m flattered, especially coming from you” he said looking at me. What the
hell is going on here? Are we flirting? He always flirted with me but it was
always playful and always in front of Pam.
“I need to eat something” I said getting up “Can we take this conversation to
the kitchen?”
“I should go” he said “She’s going to be wondering where I am, maybe” he added.
“Oh just stay for a few minutes and let me makes us some sandwiches, you can
take it in the car with you, I won’t hold you hostage” I teased.
“Alright” “Hey do you remember that night, we were in grade 12 I think, and we
went to that party at Carson’s house, the cops came and we locked ourselves up
in the closet and waited until everyone went home?” he asked leaning over the
granite counter.
How could I forget, that was before I introduced him to Pam. Marc and I met
first, we were just friends at the time, classmates. We crashed the party and
ended up in that closet, but that was before the cops showed up, we had been
drinking and one thing lead to another, we ended up in the closet making out
letting things get far until we were interrupted by the police knocking on the
closet door. I didn’t hear from him after that for about a week. Then I called
and told him he was an asshole and that I would remain friends with him and
eventually he hooked up with Pam.
“Yup, but you have selective memory” I retorted.
“No, I remember how it went down, I was an asshole, I wanted you so badly but I
thought you were way out of my league” he said, I swallowed.
“Well I wasn’t the one for you, Pam was”
“I often imagine what the outcome would have been if we had hooked up.” he
said. Often?
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, I was livid. “Would have been exactly
the same as now, and why the fuck are you wallowing in the past?”
“Fucked if I know, I saw you today, looking beautiful and so together as always
and I just wondered” he sighed.
I finished making the sandwiches and grabbed the saran wrap to pack his.
“Ok well I guess I should go” he said taking the sandwich from me.
“You need to help me with her Marc” I ordered.
“Come over tomorrow, I’ll take the kids away for a while, you two can have the
place to yourselves”
“Thank you, that’s all I ask”
“Robert is a lucky man, I wish I had what he had” he said looking into my eyes.
“Be careful what you wish for” I replied.
Just then, the phone rings. It was Robert.
“Hey baby, how’s London?” I asked turning my back to Marc.
“It’s good, but I miss you, but I am coming back early, I’ll be home Tuesday”
“Oh that’s fantastic. I went to see Pam today and she’s furious with me Rob,
she wanted nothing to do with me, I’m heartbroken”
“Well why don’t we throw a party next weekend and invite them over, invite all
your friends and some of mine, and we’ll have a good time.” Robert suggested.
“Ok, sounds great, well it must be late for you, go to sleep and we’ll speak
tomorrow.”
“I love you Alexandra” his voice deep and sexy “I love you too”
When I turned around Marc was right behind me, putting us in an awkward
position again.
“Wanna come to a party next weekend?” I asked.
“Give Pam a chance to dress up for once” I suggested.
“Yeah sounds good” he said taking a step back.
“Ok I gotta go, thank you for the sandwich” he said
and put his hand on my waist and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek “and thank
you for the

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