The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Holy saint Benedict, eighteen dollars for some scrambled eggs?!" Annette yelled, her eyes bulging out as she read the words on Bingley’s oversized menus.

It was some minutes to 7am and we had arrived to stakeout and take a picture or a video if we could of Alicia and Carlton Gayle- and Drake too if he was stupid enough to be working with either of them and knowing Drake, much more stupid things have happened.

"Annette, come on," I whisper yelled. "Don’t cause a scene,"

"Eighteen freaking dollars, Abby." she hissed, barely lowering her voice.

"Annette, I swear to God,"

"They had better lay the egg in front of me personally."

I lowered my menu half an inch and scanned the room. There were only three other people in the cafe asides us. A man on a laptop and two women sharing a pastry together.

There was no Carlton Gayle, no Drake and no Alicia, yet.

I raised the menu back up.

Four minutes later the door opened and a lady dressed a light pink mink strutted in, walking in with a little Chihuahua wearing a pink jacket.

"Damn, she’s here-"

The words got stuck in my throat when I saw through the cafe glass, Drake and Alicia on the other side of the street.

They weren’t coming into the cafe! They strutted straight for a black sedan on the side of the road. I grabbed Annette’s arms and pointed. "Shit, shit! Annie, they aren’t coming in here!"

Drake held the door open, Alicia got in the sedan, he flooded and the car pulled away.

I put the menu down,my jaw dropping to the fucking floor. "Tell me you got that,"

"How about you tell me you got that?" She grumbled. "How would I record them from here?"

"Shit!" I cursed, storming out of the blasted cafe, hitting the pavement in time to watch the black sedan disappear around a corner two streets down. I turned to where we had parked, it was a full block and a half back.

"This Carlton guy is quite smart, he never intended to meet inside. He just used the address,"

I pressed my fingers to my eyes, fighting the urge to scream. That was it. That was the moment we could have recorded Alicia and Gayle together and we were standing here empty handed.

"There’s no way our dashcam could have caught a video of them?"

Her head swayed from side to side. "We parked too far-"

She stopped talking and I followed her line of sight. Right before where the black sedan had been parked was a candy pink car.

"Holy smokes, that car would have caught the whole thing. Both Alicia and Drake getting into the car and the played number!" I squealed.

"Yeah, but how do we get it without you know, breaking into someone’s property?"

The café door swung open and the girl in the pink mink strode out, a coffee cup in one hand, and her dog leash on the other hand. The candy pink car was definitely hers.

"Okay," I chuckled, flipping my hair into a pony tail swinging into action"Watch and learn."

My heels clicked as I crossed the pavement to meet her.. "Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you, but please, you have to tell me where you got that coat."

She looked down at it, then up at me, her eyes litting up.. "Oh my god, right? It’s vintage, I found it at this little place on Etsy and I knew I had to have it."

"Girl, share,"I drawled, whipping my phone out. "What’s the name of the store? You look incredible, are you aware of that? That colour against your skin, I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you walked into the cafe,"

"Stop it," She gushed, bouncing excitedly, checking her reflection in the car window. Her little Chihuahua barked as she spun around.

Annette appeared at my shoulder. "She’s right, that’s stunning."

"Okay, okay, you’re both making me blush,"

"Own it, girl," I touched my hand briefly to my chest. "I’m Abigail, this is Annette, and I need to ask you the biggest favour."

She tilted her head, still smiling. "What’s up?"

I sighed. "I think my boyfriend’s cheating on me."

"No, he didn’t!" She gasped, her eyes running down my body. "Cheating on you? I’ll die to have a body like yours,"

"Men can be dogs," I grumbled. "I just watched him get into a car with some blonde, right there, right in front of your car, not ten minutes ago. He’s going to deny it. He always denies it. And I need proof or I have nothing."

Well, technically it wasn’t a lie. Drake used to be my boyfriend.

And he did cheat on me.

With the same blonde he just got into the sedan with. I couldn’t start explaining all about Alicia and her being a mole in my workplace.

"I think your dash camera might have caught them getting in."

"Say no more, babes." She already had her keys out. "I’ll pull that memory card out right now."

"Oh my god, thank you so much,"

It turned out her name was Jenny and she was a rather sweet soul, patient enough to wait for Annette to get the video out of the memory card on her laptop.

There it was on screen, Alicia and Drake getting into the black sedan. Annette had it copied and backed up in three places before Jenny had finished her coffee.

"Show him hell, girl," she screeched as she pulled out of the curb.

"I’ll make him beg for hell,"I called after her as she drove off.

Running the plate was the problem. I just needed the papers to prove that the plate number at the back of the sedan was registered in Carlton Gayle’s name but Annette’s inside guy said it would take a day to check and he would have to get back to me the next day.

Tomorrow was when the time Drake and Alicia had given me would elapse. I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when shit came knocking.

I had no idea how soon shit would come knocking for me however. That afternoon, I was halfway through charting the reports from the finance department when I got a call that had fear curling around my spine, crushing it.