Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 39

Emma's POV

You've got to be kidding me. This can't be happening. Is he cheating on me? When did this start? I asked myself as I looked at the panties disgracefully.

I tapped my left foot impatiently as I waited for him to come out the shower. My arms were folded on my chest and there wasn't anymore niceness left in me.

"What's this?" I asked him as he came out of the shower wrapped in his towel with another one drying his hair. 

He gazed down to the floor where the underwear lay. "We're not having sex, Emma, so pick up your underwear," he said and moved over to his closet.

My blood came to a boil and I threw a pillow after him. It bounced off of the back of his head and fell onto the floor, but a pillow couldn't inflict the pain I wanted to do to him.

"These aren't mine asshole! Who are you sleeping with?"

"That's not your business. Besides, I'm not in a mood for this, so don't push me." He put on boxer shorts and a vest.

I was steaming because he was ignoring me again. "Ethan, you're cheating on me and you have the audacity to bring her underwear home! What the fuck have I ever done to deserve this?"

"What I do, that's my damn business, not yours. Maybe if you'd have been minding your own business then we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Are you high? How can you put this on me when it's you fucking around and fucking up this relationship? If you can't do this anymore then just tell me that! Don't go out cheating on me while I'm here like a fool!"

"Emma, I'm tired. I want to sleep, so shut up."

"You're not sleeping unless I have answers. Who are you cheating on me with?"

"No one!"

"So why was that thing in your jacket? You're lying to me now?"

He rubbed his temple and gave me a smirk. A nasty, stinking smirk that I wanted to wipe off his face so badly, but I contained myself. 

Had he been taking me for a fool all along? I felt like my chest was closing in and it ached. I'd read about stories with heartache and heartbreaking moments, and I knew what that felt like now because my heart was broken by the man I was in love with. He showed no remorse. He left me standing there like a fool as he got into bed and fell asleep. I couldn't stand sleeping next to him tonight, or any other night. 

I turned on my heel and went to the guest room I once occupied. Tears pored down as I laid on the pillows. Why would he do that to me? Why had he became so cold and so distant from me when he told me once I was his world? I wished things could go back to the way they were. He was right upstairs, but I was missing the man I fell in love with. This stranger had taken over and he had no love or interest in me.

How could someone who claimed that they love you just switch up on you like that? I was a wreck and I was devastated. What more could possibly happen to me to make my life worse than it was now?

The next morning I left the guest room and headed back upstairs to freshen up. I approached the door and overheard his voice coming from the room.

He didn't go to work today?

"Yeah, no, I'm at home not the office. Where do you want us to meet? I wouldn't suggest my house, how about yours?" he spoke into his cellphone.