Meant to Be
      Chapter 5
 

My foot is like lead on the gas pedal. Before I know it, I’m doing 70 mph down the driveway and the gate is fast approaching. I slam on the brakes and my jaguar skids sideways placing me in such a position that I can see Michelle’s limp form sitting in the middle of the road. I sit and stare. She doesn’t move. Pangs of guilt are creeping into my head and I rev the engine with my foot trying to decide if I should go back and apologize or just get the hell out of here. The throbbing in my aching balls makes my decision for me. If I can’t have Michelle, I can at least fuck Theresa’s brains out while dreaming about her.

I press the gas all the way to the floor and the rear of the car fishtails around and I swerve, barely missing the gate as I turn onto the highway. My heart is empty and my chest aches with the knowledge that I will never have Michelle. My eyes are blurred and I can barely see the road. I slam my fists down hard on the steering wheel and scream out. How could you have treated her like that? God Dammit! You’ve known this girl for all of 4 hours and you’ve done nothing but make a fucking lousy impression. Way to go Santos! Way to go! Before Michelle, I could have suffered through a loveless marriage with Theresa, but now I just don’t know. I just don’t fucking know anymore.

I pull into the hotel and valet park. Theresa is waiting for me in the restaurant, a happy fucking grin plastered all over her face. I feel the need to vomit. Without saying a word, I approach the table and grab her hand and lead her out to the front desk.

“Danny! What are you doing? What about breakfast?”

“I’m not in the mood for breakfast Theresa.”

“Well what exactly are you in the mood for Danny?”

From the look on my face, she gets the message. I grab the key from the hotel clerk and head to the elevators. I press the 10th floor and we ride up in silence. I quickly find room 1005 and scan the electronic key. Once inside, I begin unbuttoning my shirt.

“Take your clothes off Theresa.”

She is shocked and smiling all at the same time, but doesn’t hesitate to unzip her skirt. “Danny.....I don't know what's gotten into you, but I sure do like it.”

I don’t respond. I undo my belt and my pants fall to the floor. My boxers join them. Theresa is now completely bare and standing in front of me. Her fingers caressing her nipples.

“God Danny. You are soooooooo turning me on.” She throws her head back and her hand finds it’s way between her legs. She begins to rub her clitoris and verbally fantasize. “You must have been thinking about me Danny. I’ve never seen you so horny. Is that what it is baby? You been thinking about me and how good I make you feel?”

I shove her onto the bed and spread her knees apart with my hands. She doesn’t even try to resist. She tries to sit up and kiss me. I turn my head. Kissing is such and intimate thing and I feel nothing for her. I push her back against the bed and mount her. I shove all eight inches of my hard meat into her and begin pumping away. Our sex is the only part of our bodies making contact. I can’t bare to touch her otherwise. I close my eyes and dream of Michelle. I imagine what she tastes like, what it would feel like to have her hold me, touch me, tell me she loves me. I thrust harder, deeper, harder, deeper. I’m almost there. I’m so lost in my fantasy I can barely hear Theresa yelling that she’s almost there too. I don’t wait for her. I explode and Michelle’s name is a whisper on my lips. Michelle, Michelle, Michelle. I’m done. I pull out, leaving her begging for me to bring her to completion. I walk away and begin dressing. She is cussing me while continuing to rub her clitoris in a desperate attempt to get herself off. I throw a $500 bill on the bed for her to pay the bill when she leaves and turn to make my exit. I can hear her coming as the door slams behind me.