~*~ The Storm ~*~
Stepping off the elevator, Howie handed Andi the key to AJ’s room. "The buses are suppose to pull out tomorrow morning at nine. TRY to be on time," teased Howie.
"You’re so funny," smirked Andi. "How about dinner, so Alex and I can share our news with the other three?"
"I’ll let them know. Around seven?"
"That’ll give us plenty of time to relearn those sweet spots," sighed Andi. "Howie, thank you for your help."
"Any time, baby. Go on! You’ve both waited long enough for this," smiled Howie as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "When you’re ready, I’ll have your bags in my room."
"You’re a good friend. Some girl some day…"
"Don’t say it," groaned Howie.
Andi laughed, "Okay. See ya!"
Howie stood in his doorway and watched as Andi slid the key card, then pushed the door open. As she disappeared into AJ’s suite, he closed his door and went to make plans for dinner that night. He was excited for the couple and couldn’t wait to see AJ’s reaction.
Inside the room, Andi set her overnight bag on the couch and started to slip off her clothes. She had worn his favorite silk teddy under her clothes so all she had to so was strip. Her heart began to race as she thought about being in his arms again.
Making her way to the bedroom, Andi had no way of knowing AJ had a bigger surprise for her. As she approached the bed, the sight that greeted her stopped her cold in her tracks. There, in her husband’s arms, was a woman…a woman with a golden tan, shiny black hair, and several tattoos. Andi felt like she was going to be sick.
AJ pulled the woman closer and mumbled incoherently. The only thing Andi could make out was her name. How could he do this to her? To them? There was no way she could face him. She had to get out but she couldn’t move. She was frozen, some unknown force making her watch.
Looking around the room, she saw the remnants of a party, quite obviously a private party. Articles of clothing, empty liquor bottles, and other party ‘favors’ littered the floor. Her attention was drawn back to the bed as she heard the ‘woman’ wake and Andi watched as this ‘woman’ rolled to face AJ. She ran her hands across his chest placing kisses along the same path working her way down to his cock. Andi watched in horror as the woman traced his ‘69’ tat with her tongue then took his swollen cock into her mouth. She heard the moans emanating from AJ as the woman ‘loved’ him.
His eyes were still closed as his hands snaked into her hair and he groaned, "Oh god, Andi…this feels so freakin’ good."
How could he think this slut is me? "BASTARD!" seethed Andi.
The girl turned to see Andi standing there and AJ’s eyes flew open.
"Andi!" He struggled to get up but the woman and the alcohol stopped him. "BITCH, get the fuck off me!"
Andi found the strength to move and she turned to leave. She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t let him take her in his arms. She couldn’t look into his eyes.
"NO! Andi! Please stop!" called AJ as he stumbled out of bed knocking the girl off him. "Clothes! Where the fuck are my clothes!"
As the door slammed, the girl asked, "Who was that?"
"MY WIFE!! Get the hell out of here," growled AJ as he pulled on his jeans. He had to stop Andi. He had to beg her to forgive him.
In the hall, Andi stopped and took a breath realizing she was wearing nothing but the silk teddy. She couldn’t worry about that. She had to get away from him but where would she go? She’d have to get a ticket because she’d only had a one way ticket to Chicago and her bags were in Howie’s room.
Howie! He could help her!
At his door, she began banging or praying he’d open it before AJ could reach her. She kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure AJ wasn’t coming.
As Howie opened his door, AJ came out of his room, and Andi scurried into Howie’s room.
"ANDI! STOP!" called AJ.
Seeing the look in Andi’s eyes, Howie closed the door quickly. "What’s going
on?"
Andi was holding herself together by a tiny string that was beginning to fray. Tears stung her eyes but she commanded them not to fall as she said, "He slept with another woman! I can’t talk to him… not now! Not EVER!"
"Go in my bedroom!" commanded Howie as AJ began to bang on the door. Then reassuringly, he said, "I’ll get rid of him."
As Andi closed the door to the bedroom, Howie opened the suite door to a frantic AJ.
"Where is she? Let me talk to her!" demanded AJ.
"Not now, AJ." Howie blocked the way into the suite.
"Come on, Howie," begged AJ. "If I can just talk to her, I can…."
"Explain? How do you explain being unfaithful to the woman you claim means more to you than your next breath?" questioned Howie amazed that AJ could even think there was a way to explain.
AJ hung his head. "I…I don’t know. All I know is if I can just talk to her, we can work this out. Please, ‘D’. I have to try."
Howie could see AJ was sincere in his pleas to talk to Andi but he’d seen Andi’s eyes too, the betrayal and the hurt. He was torn by his love for them. They were his best friends and he loved them, knew they belonged together.
"Tell you what. Go back to your room and get cleaned up and get rid of the girl. I’ll talk to Andi, calm her down, and see if she’ll talk to you. I’ll call you when she wants to talk."
Gratefully, AJ said, "Thank you, Howie! You won’t regret it. Howie, I can’t lose her."
"Then you shouldn’t have let your dick think for you." AJ cringed knowing Howie was right as Howie added, "Look, I’m not gonna promise you anything, Andi has pretty definite ideas about this. I’ll do what I can but you fucked up, Alex…BIG TIME, and you could very easily lose her for good!"
AJ’s tears sprung up as he said, "I know I fucked up. Call me."
Howie closed the door behind AJ and leaned against it. He looked toward the bedroom knowing he had to go talk to her, hopefully get them so they would at least talk but he knew that was going to be difficult.
