2 Not so pleasant surprise

She was not sure what to make of it. A million possibilities have crossed her mind but never this. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that she beheld. Aaron was lying peacefully in their bed with another girl sleeping beside him. She did not recognize the girl but from the clothes that were strewn around Shirley could tell who she was.

 He had fucked a stripper.

She somehow held back her tears and approached him. Mechanically, she took the glass that was put on the table and then filled it with water. She drank that herself and then took the jug.

She poured the water on his face and watched with mild detachment as he woke up sputtering incoherent words.

It took Aaron a few seconds to recognize where he was. It took some more time when his eyes finally landed on Shirley. He was still under the influence of alcohol and could not grasp the gravity of the situation. He did not think twice and got up wanting to approach her. He failed in his attempt to stand up and landed on his ass. He tried again but failed. Shirley wanted to help him up, it was instinctual but held herself back.

He did not deserve her help.

Not before he explained what the hell he did and why maybe not even after that. She would decide, once he stopped making a fool of himself. He was drunk as fuck and by the look of his face, he knew about it too. What on earth led him to drink like that? She was interested in his explanation. She was sure that she won't leave without getting one.

After a few more futile attempts he let go. He continued to sit there and kept looking at her. He had a mocking smile on his lips as if he knew her dirty little secret. Shirley glanced at the woman lying beside him. She could help the disgust that showed on her face. She was feeling betrayed and cheated. Before Shirley could ask him anything he opened his mouth and ruined whatever chances he had left for any reconcilement.