The Watcher

Greg arrived at a diner. Nadia sat there in her running wear. Tight. Sweaty. Greg had noticed she had lost weight. They hadn’t seen each other… let alone talked in weeks… She was the one to shut him out.

“Nadia…”

Nadia looked up at him. Tears streamed down her face.

“Greg…”

Greg rushed to pull a handkerchief from his pocket. And handed it to her.

“Nadia, are you okay?” He said. Even though he wasn’t okay. He had been crying every night. Stalking Nadia and Mark relentlessly. He had seen them fuck. How could he compete?

“I was wrong…” she said.

“No…” he said, “You were right…

“I should have never asked you to do the cuckold stuff…”

Nadia looked at the table, “I know… I wish I could take that night back…”

Greg sat down. He took a breath.

“I know I don’t satisfy you sexually… Be honest with me,” he said.

Nadia went red, “N-no… I —“

“Be honest with me,” he said with a weary smile.

Nadia took a breath, “No you don’t…”

She gave him a sad smile, “But every way else you make me happy… You are my best friend.”

Greg reached out to squeeze her hand.

“I don’t want you…” he said.

Nadia’s eyes wide. Horror.

Greg wanted Nadia to fuck Mark. He wanted to watch more than anything. He craved it. He had set up cameras in Mark's beat up Toyota. The last time they had fucked, Greg had front row seats. Rubbing one out madly. The file was recorded and burned to his memory.

“What do you mean you don’t want me?” Nadia began to cry. She felt her world crashing. Her heart ripped into two.

Greg stood up and left. She didn’t see the smile on his face. She had collapsed into an ugly cry with snot dripping. She reached out for her Greg… but he was gone.