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*Later That Night*
Frustration and anxiety gripped him as he picked up his cell phone. He stared at its display for a moment, willing it to ring, but of course it didn't. He tossed it aside, a groan escaping him as he continued to drive.
Amy hadn't gone to see him while they'd been at the arena. Adam had gotten Trish alone for a second time to find out if she'd talked with the redhead - she had indeed, but Amy had said she couldn't meet him until Friday. That told him that, clearly, Trish hadn't said a word about Torrie. The redhead probably thought this was just about sex, that he couldn't wait to satisfy his lusty desires with her... And that was not the case. But Jay had also accompanied her tonight. She was probably fearful of meeting him even just to talk because of that.
The tall blond man felt an immeasurable sense of relief as he finally reached his house. Quickly, he pulled the vehicle into the driveway and parked, then exited, snatching up his cell phone as he did so. He flipped it open, glancing once again at the display - nothing. He hated this.
He gathered his bags from the trunk, slamming it shut before heading up the walk to his door. The way he was feeling, he just wanted to go to bed. However, he was so keyed up, he had a feeling sleep wouldn't come easy.
His dogs were plenty happy to see him as he stepped inside. They jumped up, and he greeted them for a moment, then entered the kitchen. His friend had given them extra food, he noted, as he saw the huge bag of meal dog food in the corner.
Adam was suddenly startled as his cell phone finally began to ring. He glanced down at it fully lit up in his right hand and took a quick glimpse. He groaned. It wasn't a number he recognized, and it definitely wasn't Amy. Screw it, he wasn't even going to bother answering. As it was, the person didn't leave a message, either. He figured it was nothing more than a wrong number. Besides, he had more pressing issues on his mind. If he was going to speak with anyone on the phone right now, it was the redhead.
Holding his breath, he dialed her cell phone number, and he chanted in a mantra, "Pick up, pick up, pick up." And, sure enough, that was exactly what she did on the third ring.
"Hello?"
Adam's eyes closed as he actually sighed in relief at the sound of her voice.
"Amy... Hey," he said, raising a hand to run it through his long blond hair. "Thank God... I've been needing to talk to you."
"I know, Trish told me," the diva replied, her voice decreasing in volume. "But I really can't talk right now... It's a bad time."
"Oh, Amy, no."
"He's in the other room," she explained. "And I'm afraid he's going to get suspicious. Look, we'll definitely see each other on Friday - we can talk then."
"Wait! But-" the blond man exclaimed.
"Friday," Amy declared. "I have to go... Bye." She hated cutting him off like this, hating coming off as so cold and unfeeling toward him. In reality, she loved him so much, it hurt very badly.
Adam stared at the cell phone in his hand, crestfallen. She'd already hung up. And he hadn't even gotten the chance to warn her.
Damning his situation, he placed the phone on the nightstand in his bedroom. There was really nothing more to do now but get ready for bed.
Adam had just turned on the TV set and was going through his suitcase for some things when it happened...
... His doorbell rang.
Curious, the tall blond man left the room and briskly walked to the front door. Had Amy actually been on her way over to his place to surprise him? Because, frankly, he couldn't imagine who else would possibly come over to visit him this time of night.
He opened the door, and as soon as he did, he regretted it. A scowl came to his face as he eyed the visage of his ex-wife.
"Torrie, what the *hell* are you doing here?"
The platinum blonde smiled, all bright white teeth and dimples. She eyed him up and down and then answered his question.
"I changed my mind," she said, slipping past him to go into the house. Her full breasts just brushed against him in the process. "I decided I *would* like a few good fucks out of you to keep your secret." She glanced back at him from over her shoulder, her grin growing steadily larger.
Adam stared at her in utter shock, disbelief filling him. Suddenly, he was feeling quite sick to his stomach.