I Begin To Tell Fabian

For some reason my inner thoughts said that I shouldn’t tell Fabian, but my common sense was screaming that I should tell him. It went on to say that Fabian would be upset until I told him that Mario was one lousy fuck compared to him. So I made up my mind the minute Mario left I would be on the phone to Fabian.

“So Emma. you want to go into the bedroom and continue to let me make it up to you over Fabian?”

I didn’t mean to be cruel but I just blurted out, “Why do you enjoy it when the woman you sleep with just lays there counting the thrusts until you’re out of them?”

I knew it came out wrong, maybe I should have just said no, but Mario did ask and got the honest truth from me. That was probably why Mario scrambled around getting his clothes and left without saying a thing to me. The minute the door closed behind him I was over to the door, locking it then went in search of my phone.

Fabian was on speed swipe so I had no problem getting his phone to ring. As I expected it went straight through to voicemail. I took a deep breath and began to leave a message for him that would alter our marriage.

“It’s me darling and I am so ashamed to say this to you in a voicemail, but I just slept with your brother. I understand that you’re busy so when you get this I don’t expect you to answer it immediately. I’m so sorry Fabian and will understand if you don’t call back!”

I swear that I didn’t even get the phone away from my right ear when it chimes with the song “My Man” by Becky G that I assigned to Fabian. I swiped it fully expecting Fabian to yell my ear off, instead what I got confused me more than his angry outburst would have.

“Hey Emma, I got your message and this is something that we need to talk about in person, not over the phone. I’m going to be done before six so why don’t you cook up some spaghetti and we’ll discuss it over dinner, what do you say?”

Oh joy he was going to wait until he was right in front of me to yell his head off at me. I didn’t say that, instead, “Spaghetti after six for dinner, will do Fabian!”

Then, “Love you babe!”

“Love you to darling!”

After the phone went silent, *Well that gives me a few hours before I’ll be a crying wreck. That will give me plenty of time to pack a suitcase for when I’m thrown out on my ass!”