Black Widow
Black Widow
Preston
My wife’s dead. She killed herself right in front of me and it’s all my fault. My main goal now is to not mix my sexual needs with my emotional needs. Those are damaged forever. I bury my pain in a sex club that provides me an anonymous release. This way I never emotionally cheat on my wife. She was my forever. This is my right now.
Kamii
You name it I’ve read it. I love my erotic novels. After my husband was murdered, this is the only excitement I get out of my lonely, pathetic, workaholic life. That is, until I met Becca with her invitation to join her for one of my wildest book fantasies. Now I can be whoever I want to be, where no one knows my past and will never be my future.
For Jeannine Colette
I would never want to be a part of this author world without you! Thank you for everything!
“K
im, please, don’t do this!”
I run up to the side of the Golden Gate Bridge, pleading as I lean over the edge, trying to grab her but she’s standing on the ledge and the railing’s stopping me from reaching her.
The fog is so heavy that I can’t see past five feet in front of me. It’s the crazy, thick San Francisco fog that makes the air dense and leaves everything wet.
“I can’t go on. Not like this, Preston.” Her words are strong but her movements are weak, stagnant in the dark night.
“You don’t mean that,” my voice stutters in disbelief. “Please, you can’t do this. Nothing is worth taking your life.”
She’s the love of my life. My everything. How could I have missed any sign that she was feeling this way? We’ve been so happy... at least I thought. Am I truly that blind?
“Yes. You are,” she responds as she throws me a glance from over her shoulder causing chills to run down my spine.
For someone who is acting so erratic, I’m taken aback at how every syllable she says is spoken with clarity.
We weren’t even fighting. My day was like every other day until I came home from work and saw a note saying she was taking her life.
I’ve never driven so fast through the crazy streets of San Francisco. The thought that she would actually do this was the only thing that kept me from losing my shit and crashing into the car in front of me. No matter what, I had to get here to stop her.
My black Tesla is still on with the lights pointing right at us, which is making the fog even harder to see through. If I turned them off I would be able to see her better, and maybe even climb over the railing to get her, but I’m not leaving her side. Not a chance in hell until she’s safe in my arms. This damn fog is just too much.
“If I can’t have you all to myself then I don’t want to live,” she says as she looks back down to the dark abyss below her.
“I don’t know what you mean?” I say, reaching for her again. She does have me to herself. I would never have an emotional relationship with any other woman. Ever.
Wait, holy fuck, is she serious right now?
“Are you talking about the clubs we’ve been going to?” I ask completely baffled but trying to make sense of it all.
Yes we’re married but I thought we would spice up our relationship a bit. I asked her to explore some new passions and I’m hoping that’s not what led us here. I’ve felt all of my needs were being met, and hers as well, bringing our relationship to the best it’s ever been.
This just doesn’t make sense. I’ve only gone with her. I’ve never even thought about going without her and she was involved with every scene I’ve been in, even seemed like she was really into it.
Now this.
What the hell?
Why didn’t she just tell me?
I beg her again, “Please, we can get through this. Just talk to me.”
“We can’t. You want things. Things I can’t do anymore. Will you give that up?”
Give it up?
Shit, of course! I’ve enjoyed myself but I want her.