The Best Man
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
10,838
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
All in the details
A/N: So this is going to be a little bit of a stretch for me, two stories running concurrently, but it came to me while I slept and I just couldn't keep myself from writing it all down. I hope you enjoy, don't hesitate to leave me a review if you do (or don't lol).
Sera Noble reeled backward feeling like she had received a blow to the face. Her husband, Richard Noble, sat at their dinner table as if this were any ordinary Sunday; his hands were folded gracefully over his dinner plate, and there was a smugness about him like a child who had just received his cake and was about to eat it too. Open marriage…her sister. The words flowed off his tongue just as easily as if he’d declared the sky was blue. Rick had been fucking her baby sister, the same arrogant twit who had declared their marriage would never work at the reception. Well, Sera knew why that was now didn’t she. How could they both do this to her? Her husband and her sister? And he had the audacity to want to continue their affair behind her back.
“You can’t. You can’t just declare our marriage is an open one. I have to…” she stuttered. She had to think of something to stop all this. It wasn’t fair! Sera had suffered through the lack of foreplay, the lackluster sex life, and the way he threw things on the floor and just expected her to pick them up. She had done everything to make him happy and now the sick bastard wanted to continue having her and her sister? “I can and I have. There is no use getting upset Sera, that’s the whole reason I’ve decided to come clean in the first place” he said. Her mouth opened and closed, but Rick just shrugged nonchalantly. “Come clean? I caught you, you sick bastard!” “Be that as it may, an open marriage will suit everyone’s best interests. I won’t have to sneak around anymore, I can just say ‘I’m going to Brenda’s’, and that will be that. No more lies.” Sera felt all her energy seeping out of her body. How could he be doing this to her? Her husband of seven months, boyfriend of three years, and the same man she had once thought would be an excellent father to her future children. It wasn’t as if they had just met yesterday, how could he have kept his desire to continue seeing other women a secret all these years? Had everyone known? Had he been visiting her sister even then? The questions kept swirling around and around until Sera felt herself grow faint. The fact that Rick didn’t seem concerned in the slightest made it all even worse. “Our entire marriage has been a lie. You want to see other people? What about me?” Rick scoffed. “Stop being so melodramatic, Sera. If you can find anyone that wants to sleep with you, well so be it! I’m not a greedy man by any means.” He looked at his watch and on cue somewhere in the house his cell phone rang. Sera sank into one of the dining room chairs, tears streaming down her face. If she could find anyone, Rick was obviously under the impression that she meant nothing to anybody. It pained her to think that he might be right. Rick was all taken care of, who would she have an affair with? She hadn’t looked at another man in the three years she had been with Rick, completely faithful even in her thoughts. The bastard knew it, and she thought, reveled in the fact a little too much. He knew she wouldn’t know the first person to start an affair with, if she could even bring herself to do so. Rick waltzed back into the room with his jacket and motorcycle helmet in hand. She wished she could punch that smug, arrogant look off his face. “That was Brenda, I’m going to be spending the night, don’t wait up.” It was enough to make her want to vomit, but never so much as when he paused to drink in a breath of fresh air and declare: “There now, doesn’t that feel better?” He was gone before the glass plate could shatter into a million pieces against the doorway where his head had been. Sera knew she should pick it up, knew he would step on it on the way in, but instead she left the kitchen with a bottle of sangria in her hand—fuck being the good wife, she thought heatedly. It was a dark, Saturday night, a night when most couples were out having a good time or relaxing on the couch with a good romantic comedy. Sera was neither, but that didn’t stop all the television stations from playing romance movie over romance movie. In none of these movies did the hero marry the heroine and then declare that he was, and would continue, to see her sister. In none of them did romance mean so little and sex was never bad. Several glasses later, Sera began to wonder if it was the great lie that they told themselves—that sex was the most wonderful thing on earth and love was forever—that got human beings into trouble. Maybe sex was always horrible and quickly over, maybe it was always so impossibly boring that she could form a laundry list of things to do in her head, and maybe every woman pretended to orgasm quickly so that her husband would get the hell off her. Yes, she thought through tears (as yet another heroine was swept off her feet), that had to be it. Maybe this was all there ever was and all there ever would be. x Sera finished off the bottle of sangria and had gotten through half of the second before the door slammed shut and he walked into the living room. She was groggy, partially drunk, and probably looked a complete mess with her mascara staining her cheeks but Sera didn’t give a damn. Why should she attempt to be ridiculously neat and manicured, when none of it seemed to matter in the first place? “I can’t blame you” he whispered, Sera felt the two sturdy arms slip beneath her petite frame and lift her from the couch. It was confusing at first, Rick had never bothered lifting her from the couch before, she was almost positive that he couldn’t. Rick’s physique had never been anything special, but as she laid her head on one broad shoulder she couldn’t find the energy to care. Her life was in tatters around her, why should she care if he saw her plastered and unable to resist the way he held her, cradled to him like something precious. Sera slipped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer, laying kiss after kiss on his neck. For once that evening she felt safe, loved, whole again. Maybe if she could show him how much she loved him, proved how much she wanted things to work, maybe he would stop the madness and they could return to the way things were. Sera was dimly aware that they were in the guest bedroom, when he set her down on the soft, beckoning mattress; the comforter was pulled up to her chin, it all felt so wonderful and her head felt so heavy. When she felt him retreat however, she began to sob—long, anguished sobs—as the reality of her situation was finally settling in. It was pathetic, the way she wanted to make amends to him as if she had any blame in this. He tried to shh her and combed through her thick locks with his fingers, but it was no use; she couldn’t stop the overwhelming hurt that had found its way into her soul. He had the nerve to climb into the other side of the bed and even through the stupor and the tears she could feel the rage begin to swell. Sera hit his chest with her tiny fists, over and over, sobbing how much she hated him until he pinned her down and began kissing the corner of her mouth. It should have made her even angrier, she knew that somewhere in the back of her mind, but these kisses were unlike anything she’d ever received from Rick in the past. They were soft, seeking acceptance, not the amateurish pecks meant to grant direct access into her pants. Sera found her kissing him back in earnest, her body responding to his in a way it never had the entire three years they had been together. When he broke the kiss, panting slightly, she reached her fingers into his short, silky hair and tried to bring his mouth back down for more, but he wouldn’t have it. Sera couldn’t help it, the tears overflowed, as she felt rejection slap her in the face for the second time that evening. “Why don’t you want me,” she sobbed. “Why am I not good enough?” In the darkness she could feel him press his forehead against hers and expel a ragged breath. He tried to kiss away her tears but the gentleness of his actions just made her want to cry harder. How could this all be happening? “I do, Sera, and you are. But not this way, not now, you need to sleep this off.” She wished she could hate him, but there was something in the way he rubbed his forehead against hers—a certain restraint—that made it impossible. Sera did fall asleep then, in the safety of his arms, unaware and unconcerned that her tears had soaked the front of his shirt.