Shouldn't Have Kissed You

Chris looked at his wrist watch for what seemed like a thousand time. It was almost two am in the morning and she wasn't back. Where she had gone to with her date, he had no idea. He took his glass of scotch to his lips for a sip but it was empty.18

He moved to the table to take the bottle so that he could top up his glass but it was also empty. How he still walked straight despite him taking such a strong drink was behind his thinking. He placed the glass on the table and walked to the couch.

He needed to relax himself. He had paced from one corner to another for only God knew how long. He was more than tired. Tired of worrying about his wife's where about. Tired of thinking about the kiss he had shared with her. Tired with everything that had to do with his life.1

Chris closed his eyes for a while. His head was spinning due to the alcohol that he had consumed all the evening. Yes, he had taken so much for his own good and that was one of the many reasons he wasn't with Kimberly at that time.

Kimberly. That name alone was enough for his head to throb more than it was before. It was her fault that everything happened the way it did tonight. She couldn't stop talking about Maya from the moment they moved to their table.

Despite him explaining that he thought it was her, she didn't believe him. She threw all kinda insults she knew to him and Maya. At time, he even wondered why he was still in love with her. But again, love knows no bad. Maybe it was her behavior that made him fall hard for her.

And Maya. The way she had kissed him back. God, he felt like he was floating at that time. If only he could stop the time. He would have done that. So that he could be in her arms thinking that it was his love, Kimberly.3

At least, he hoped she had changed her kissing style to surprise him only for him to find that it was the woman he hated in the whole world. The Jezebel in flesh and blood. At that time, he wished he could go and wash his mouth with all detergents that there is in the world.1

But his girlfriend stood there, at the door way wanting explanation. Explanation that he couldn't give himself. That's why he stood there dumbstruck when Kimberly confronted Maya. Yes, it was her fault that he had missed her.

She should have said anything. Anything at that matter, but instead she tried to act hard to get. She was pretending to be a Virgin Mary when he knew better. They all knew better and for that only, he hated her more.

He wanted to see her suffer. See her humiliated in front of his own eyes. That's what he was getting till that guy came to her rescue. He sure wanted to beat the hell out of him the moment he started standing up for Maya.

And how dare he? How dare he call her all those names in front of Chris. Chris watched him take Maya to their table and treat her like a queen that she wasn't. She was a devil and devils like her deserved a beating that she was getting from his girlfriend.6

way they were communicating. Like nothing happened. And the way the guy held her hand on the dinning table. At that time, he felt his own hand go in a fist. He was

see that he was dinning with the Jezebel. Warn him of her cunning ways but he didn't. Instead, he sat there and watched them. And when Maya laughed, that was

was it forced. It came out naturally something that he has never heard before from her. The only time Chris saw

the guy's hand. He said something to her which she didn't say

lost somewhere and that place is where he began to

men wrapped around her fingers. Chris wanted to say not him but something reminded him that she was still in that

mistake to him. Of course, it was a mistake but he seemed to be making those mistakes with Maya. Why not with anyone else? Why not with Kimberly? That,

so looking forward to ended up in a bitter way. He kept drinking without stopping at anything and Kimberly went on with the insult. She left the place once she saw that he had

went to his room. He didn't have the energy to argue with his love at that point. He walked to the bathroom and took a cold shower at

waiting for his beloved wife. While she, she

was sure that one of them was Maya. She had to be there since they were the only ones who lived on that floor. Which meant the dude was with her. The footsteps stopped on the door way and he knew that because it was so quiet to an extent that

the part where I say goodnight," Chris heard the man's

it's good morning," Maya spoke up in a joyous mood that Chris could detect even behind closed doors. "And it's all

that I kept you

the hell out of the

better go and get

still have few hours

Chris heard the key lock

getting my

the wind. He held the doorknob to open the

that you woke me up with are enough to last you