Sam Grossman, P.I.

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Sam Grossman, age 38, 5'11", 185 lbs, licensed private investigator, was one of the best in the city. He looked up from behind his desk and stared Gia Harrison directly in the eye.

"Your instincts were right all along, Mrs Harrison. John has been cheating on you for a good while. Its taken me weeks to nail him. Most cases I crack in a few days. But he has been very careful so as to avoid detection. But I got him and his bimbo. I got them for sure."

Gia owned her own company and was very successful. She feared that her husband was cheating on her but she never could catch him herself. So she hired Sam to do what he does best. Now Sam finally had answers for Gia. He had evidence of her husband's infidelity. What Sam still could not understand is why any man would cheat on the beautiful, successful, and wealthy woman who sat across the desk from him at this moment.

Sam pulled out an envelope from his desk drawer and tossed it onto the desk just in front of Gia.

"In there you will find copies of photos and receipts from restaurants, hotels, and shops where he bought her gifts. I kept a log of their activities with all the dates, times, and locations I found them together."

Gia Harrison pulled out the photos. As she looked at them, Sam could see shock in her expression.

"Do you know who that woman is?" Sam asked her.
 
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Gia Harrison had worked very hard to get where she was now. It’s true that she was nothing before she met her husband 7 years ago when she came to work for him. She was a newly graduate student, 24, and her hard work had caught his eyes. Before she knew, it was them actually dating and things were serious. He was well settled business man and four years older than her but the two clicked and she knew he was the one for her.

Their relationship was based on their love and affection for each other and never the money. Of course, he was financially stable and all but that didn’t turn her into a stay home housewife. No…she actually joined his company shortly after getting married to him at the age of 26 and soon was put in charge of one of his Financial corp while he had his plate full.

Now, she’s 31 and he’s 35 but she doesn’t look a day older than 25. She hated to admit that their relationship had turned a bit sour but it was time. She had felt that three years into their marriage and it was when she had taken on a responsibility for a new company, all on her own. She was being bored at home in early years of their marriage. Their married life was perfect but had a tiny problem. She was left alone at home, all day, while he was out handling business and that’s when she decided to dwell herself into business as well.

Maybe that’s what drew him away or he was already driven away before that but that didn’t give someone a right to go out and seek other partners outside of marriage. She was led to strongly believe that was the case with him and so she hired a PI, Sam Grossman. Gia had become classy over the years and part of the reason was obvious, BEING RICH does that to you. Though, not all can carry theirselves the way she does. She isn’t the naïve girl she used to be and that’s why she noticed how other people looked at her. But she knew that she was married and it was wrong. She even had an Ex-boyfriend who tried to hit on her even after finding out she was married. Apparently he was her first love, relationship…whatever you may want to call it.

Sam had asked her to come in and so she was there, standing tall in his office as Sam went on about confirming her doubts. Her husband was carrying an extramarital affair. Though she’d believe it if there were proofs. She hadn’t thought far as to what she’d do once she found out about it. And then there he threw the envelope full of evidence and pictures slid out in the process. Her eyes widen and couldn’t help but scoff and laugh hysterically at first. It was no other than a good old friend of hers. That explained why that woman wouldn’t reply back to her texts or emails. She was dressed in a purple dress that came to her knees and matching heels to complete her outfit. It was simple yet one to turn everyone’s heads in her direction. She was on her way home from work, leaving early to get to Sam’s office and only to find out this. “It’s one of my colleague. Such a slut…” she murmured under her breath, answering his question as she decided to take a moment to sit down and take in what she just found out.
 
Sam hated his job, because of moments like this. He was good at his job, damn good, maybe the best in the city. His work paid him very well. But still, he hated the job.

He was one of the best because he took the time, and pursued all the leads to uncover the dirty little secrets people kept from each other. Sometimes he investigated whether people were committing fraud, or skimming cash off the top. Occasionally he investigated blackmail. But the majority of his cases were investigating marital infidelity. And often those cases ended with a meeting like this one with Gia Harrison where he had to break the bad news and present the evidence he had collected.

His clients hired him because they suspected the worst, but when presented with the evidence, they often didn't want to believe. Knowing this would be the situation, he collected as much evidence as he could, building a solid case for his findings. It still made for a messy, uncomfortable meeting with the client. It is a hard thing to tell someone that their life as they know it is based upon lies and is likely to fall apart.

It was still his job.

He watched Gia as she took in the news, looked at the photographs, and apparently recognized the female that was having an affair with Gia's husband. Sam would wait until his client looked back at him, with that unspoken question, "What do I do?". He never had a good answer.

Gia did eventually look up at Sam, with that question in her expression.

"Mrs. Harrison, I know this is a lot to take in. The overwhelming evidence is abundantly clear that your husband is indeed cheating on you with that particular woman. You asked me to find out if something was happening, and I have answered your question. What would you like to do next? Is there some way I can be of further assistance to you?"
 
Gia sat there but wasn’t too much in shock. On some level, she had expected this. Also having a strong personality about her and a solid business woman, she was able to handle herself better than any other females in her shoes. The reason behind hiring a guy, a PI, like Sam was this. He delivered results and that too, with proofs.

She could easily file for divorce and win. But she wanted more than just that. Besides, she knew how cunning her husband was and must have had accounts in Swiss back where US government couldn’t touch him. So he’d just escape right now. She wanted him in pain as well….there was this churn deep inside her that she couldn’t place her finger on it.

She looked up at Sam at last when he started speaking to her and realized he was just trying to help. “There’s nothing you can do…” she said and shook her head no. Deciding to stuff all the evidence back in the folder and pick it up, pulling out a bag full of cash, she passed it towards him. “It’s all in there. As agreed.” She said and turned around to walk out of his office, “Thank you by the way.” No one could tell from her face what had just happened. She walked over to her fancy car and drove home. Luckily, her husband was away for two days and she was pretty sure with who. Supposedly business meeting away from home sweet home…now she knew it all. Going up to the in-house bar, she poured herself a fine glass of whiskey and chugged it down before refilling another one.

She picked up her second glass of drink and sipped from it slowly as she decided to step out into her backyard. Walking toward a table where she placed her glass and then unzipped her dress from behind so it slipped right off of her lithe frame. She ran her hand through her hair as she stood there in her baby pink colored lingerie set, picking up her glass of drink and tipping it over her lips until the fluid went down her pipe in few gulps. She wasn’t some sixteen year old girl who’d go up to her room and cry. She needed to clear her head so she put an empty glass back down, stepping out of her dress which she left on the floor and walked over to the swimming pool. Without thinking how it was evening and without sun, the weather was getting slightly chilly, she dived into the pool. Swimming helped her clear her head and that’s exactly what she intends to do.
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Sam had given similar news a hundred times or more to those who had paid him for these services, more so to wives that to husbands. And while there were some similar reactions that he got from most of them, there were a few reactions that were different. Gia's was one of the different reactions.

There were no tears, or hysterical sobbing. He thanked God for that. She didn't scream or even cuss. She just said in a matter-of-fact tone "There’s nothing you can do…", paid him in cash, and promptly walked out the door.

Sam didn't even have time to discuss when he would retrieve the surveillance equipment he had installed in her home. Surely she would remember it was there. Even if she didn't remember now, she would remember when she viewed the videos he put on the USB thumb drive he placed in the envelope she took. Under her instruction, and with her help, he had installed four hidden cameras in the Harrison home. There was a camera in the kitchen/breakfast area, another in the family room, one out on the deck by the pool, and lastly, one in the master bedroom. Of course the most incriminating evidence he collected was from the bedroom camera. Gia's husband John had actually fucked his mistress in Gia's bed. Capturing this had surprised Sam because John had been so careful so as to not get caught.

Of course Sam also had video taken from two hidden cameras in a hotel room. John had not been so careful there either, always booking the same hotel room for most of his trysts. Sam had managed, with the help of the maid, to place cameras in that room, and later remove them.

Sam decided that this was probably not the best time to discuss the equipment with Gia. He would call her about this topic the next day.

Still sitting at his desk with his computer to the side, he woke the computer up and entered his access password. Then he opened the file he had concerning his business arrangements with Gia and made a ledger entry for the amount she had just paid to him. He saved and closed the file.

Her folder also contained an icon to launch the surveillance cam viewer software. He decided to take one final look and he double clicked the icon. Four windows appeared on his screen, one for each of the hidden cameras.

Sam was pleasantly surprised to see Gia out by the pool wearing either a pink bikini or pink bra and panties, and with a drink in her hand.

"She has the right idea." Sam thought to himself as he reached into the lower right-hand desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of his favorite scotch and a glass.

"No reason to drink alone."
 
She knew very well where the cameras were. She helped him install them and which is why she had been careful where she got dressed. Matter of fact, her husband had walked right into her trap when she told him she was taking a trip for business for few days, out of state. That gave him a perfect opportunity of window to have his mistress come over.

So what she didn't react like many other people did when facing this situation. She had her ways of coping with her own problems and swimming was one of them. In that moment, she didn't care whether someone was watching her or not. She was still in her bra and panties. She swam for almost 30 minutes and in that time, she wondered how to go forward with what she knows. Would confronting him be worth it? Or go about as if nothing had happened? Maybe an affair of her own?

While the last idea disgusted her, it seemed the most viable option in that moment. Her mind wandered of to WHO....she might have this affair with? It would have make her job easier if the mistress had a husband of her own. She'd walk right over to him and ask him to fuck her. Apparently, she was out of options and that's when she thought about her Ex-boyfriend. Her husband knew him. He was a jock and since her husband could never come close to how physically fit her ex was made him boil at times. Initially, she used to tease her husband when he ever brought up her past.

Her mind was going in every possible direction in that moment. Tom was his name. All she wanted in that moment was to cheat on her husband now and that too, Only once. She couldn't go about carrying an affair. Maybe divorce him after stuffing the fact in his face that even she fucked someone else. She thought about all this while she swam and when she was done, she decided to step out of the pool and walk right into her house, up to her bedroom while the water dripped from her body. She jumped into a shower to wash chlorine off of her body and then carefully, she got dressed in her pink top and blue denim jeans.

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None of that was being captured by his camera as it had become a habit to avoid cameras recently. She spent next few hours cooking a feast and had an elegant dinner. It was as if nothing had happened. No, she wasn't in shock. She knew very well what she was doing. During dinner, she scrolled over Tom's contact number few times, debating for last few times if she should initiate a conversation, what she seemed to have ended many years back. "Fuck it..." she said and sent a text, "Hey Tom! How are you? Was just thinking about you and how long it's been. Sorry if I am interrupting something. Though I'd say hi, that's all." There, she sent it and went about cleaning up her plate and kitchen after she was done eating. She decided to flip her TV on and settle onto a couch to sit back and watch TV, her phone on the handrest as she got cozy in.
 
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Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

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Tom smiled when he saw her message. He hadn't spoken with Gia since she married John seven years ago. He and Gia were a hot item back in the days. Best sex he had, and from she used to tell him, he was the hottest sex she ever had.

But then she met John, and he had money. The rest was history. Tom knew why she chose John, but he was still a bit bitter. He never found another lover as sexually satisfying as she had been.

Now, out of the blue, she asks "How are you?"

Tom decided to have a little fun with her. He replied to her text.

"I'm horny as hell. What are you going to do about that?"
 
It didn't take long for the guy to actually get back to her text. She was surprised that he still had the same number and from the way he replied back, he seemed single enough to flirt with her.

Last thing she'd want is to ruin someone's marriage. She always enjoyed her time with him. What they shared was amazing and what they had was more or less a - no string attached relationship - He wasn't her first but sure was best. She met him in early college years and she really had a blast with him.

Tom smiled when he saw her message. He hadn't spoken with Gia since she married John seven years ago. He and Gia were a hot item back in the days. Best sex he had, and from she used to tell him, he was the hottest sex she ever had. She chuckled reading his message and replied back, "Some things and someone... Never changes. And as for your answer, nothing." She knew it will wipe that smile off his face and then another message from her would bring it back, "You can't expect me to from all the way here!"
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Tom had been surprised by Gia's initial message, asking "How are you?". His reply was intended to poke some fun at her for leaving him for John.

"I'm horny as hell. What are you going to do about that?"

He was not surprised by her next message, "nothing". Gia had always been a fucking prick tease. She was great in bed, she knew it, and she could drive any man crazy with her teasing.

Then Tom's phone chimed again, a second reply from Gia that read: "You can't expect me to from all the way here!"

"What?!?!" Tom thought "Is she fucking with my head again?"

There was only one way to tell, call her bluff. He sent another reply.

"Give me an address and I will be there in 30 you fucking cock tease."
 
She wasn’t sure if he was mad at her or happy that she finally reached out…OR both. How he’d take this was something she hadn’t think about before messaging him. She just did what she felt like.

She wasn’t deliberately teasing guys she was with but it was in her nature to. Her being sexy was just an add-on to her charming behavior. Why wouldn’t want to have sex with her?

She chuckled reading his message. She knew what he was trying to do and she replied back, “When the time is right…you will get it.” She then thought for a second. She thought about the idea of her hooking up with him to get back at her husband and the idea seemed wonderful to her ears. She texted him back, thinking she will book a hotel in case night happened to go in her favor, “Tell you what…I will let you take me to a dinner. Tomorrow evening. The restaurant in The Grand Hotel. 7 pm?” She wrote to him and sent it.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

It didn't take long for Tom to get another message from Gia; “When the time is right…you will get it.

"Fucking tease" he muttered as he threw down the phone. He really didn't know what she was up to. Maybe she was drunk and reaching out to old boyfriends, just so she could jerk their chain.

Tom didn't pick up his phone again for a couple of hours. He then realized that he had yet another message from Gia. 'What now?' he thought.

He read the message and wondered whether it was a legit offer. 'Yeah, sounds likes her to pick an expensive restaurant when I'm picking up the tab. But it was at a hotel and that sounded promising for a romp in the sack with her.'

So he replied "See you there @ 7".
 
She wondered what happened when she stopped receiving messages from him. She knew she hadn’t said anything to piss him off. Matter of fact, any guy would have jumped like a little puppy dog hearing what she just said.

She decided to call it a night and turned into her bed after a long and stressful day. She had her eyes shut when she got his text and seeing it, she only chuckled. She didn’t reply back to him but did reply to her secretary and told her to cancel all her appointments for next day.

She had gotten good night’s sleep and as expected, her husband wasn’t around and wasn’t going to be for another day or two from what she knows. She woke up the next day and decided to take it easy. Remembering the cameras, she unplugged all of them and decided to go visit the PI she had hired.

She was wearing a summery style blue colored outfit that was like a dress. More like a casual wear oppose to her uptight skirt and fancy dresses. She walked into his office, knocking at first, “Did you have few minutes?” She asked and entered the office, “I brought over your cameras. Figured I won’t be needing them now.”
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Sam's POV

Sam Grossman, P.I.

Sam was surprised by Gia's appearence in his office the next day. He rose from his chair to greet her. And he was more surprised that she brought back his cameras. 'I suppose she won't be needing those.' he thought.

"Mrs Harrison, I am amazed by your demeanor. You are smiling and happy. Usually when I give the news that I gave you yesterday, the client falls apart, not knowing where their life is going next."

"May I presume that you will be filing for divorce? He really is a snake in my opinion. You deserve better."

"Will you need my services during the divorce? Will you need for me to testify or provide statements about the evidence I collected? And what about those oversea's bank accounts of his. Do you have a plan to claim some or all of them? Let me know if you need any more of my services." Sam was hoping for more business. Gia was a great client, who paid timely with cash. And she was always truthful with him. Not all clients were that way.

"You really need to hurt that bastard. Teach him a lesson that he can't treat a lady, such as yourself, that way."

He sat down, feeling that he had rambled on way too long.
 
Sam looked like a good guy. Even though he was trying to sell her some business, she really hadn’t thought as far just yet. She was sure she may need him but for now, she wanted no time wasted thinking about her husband.

She smiled softly, “Well what’s done is done. I can’t make him stop what he’s doing. I technically can but when the time is right. Believe me, he will pay for it.” She looked at him, “I haven’t thought as far as divorce yet or his bank accounts. He can’t find out that I know so what I need you to do is not tell him.” She said and smiled, turning to walk towards the doo when she found a small camera on the corner desk, “I may need your after all.” She said and turned around swiftly.

“How much to borrow that camera of yours. I know you need your equipment for the job you do. But I really need it.” She said and looked at him, picking up the tiny camera that was almost invisible. If she hadn’t seen his other cameras install in her home, she wouldn’t have figured out about this one. “Good…it even has an SD card.” She looked at him, “How much to borrow? I’d buy but I have no use of it.”
 
Sam's POV

Sam Grossman, P.I.

Sam knew that Gia was one smart lady. He normally did all the spy-cam installs and uninstalls himself. But he could tell by the way that she had removed the cameras from her home, without any damage and by returning all the parts, she knew how to handle these. He also knew that she had just dropped a large wad of cash on his desk, more than enough for him to buy more cameras.

"You can use that as long as you like. You've paid for it already. If you need any help installing or configuring it, let me know. I'll handle that for you for free."

While he was talking he was wondering why she needed another spy-cam. Wasn't she finished gathering evidence? He already had the camera configured for WiFi broadcast back to his computer. If she used the camera, he could watch it some to see why she wanted it. But he thought it wise to not tell her this part.

"And 'No', I'm not telling anyone about our dealings or what I found for you. Not that snake of a husband or any associate or any lawyer he may have. My lips are sealed."
 
Gia knew that these high tech cameras had good battery life and could last long. It was just what she needed. She was no computer tech but she knew some functionality. She figured she can edit the video later if need be. For now, she just needed a camera handy in case things did work in her favor.

Matter of fact, she was confident that it just might since she was in the driver seat this time around. "No Sam. Thank you but I got it." The thing was so compact that it fit right into her purse. The phone camera would have been okay but then her ex probably freak out and also the quality of the picture wouldn't be so good.

"You've been a great help!" She said and then left his office, not having a clue that the camera actually had a connection of its own and would feed back to his computer. It even recorded everything in two places; the SD card and the internal memory so if one memory gets deleted, you have a backup.

She decided to go to a salon to get a haircut and then manicure/pedicure. It'd been a while since she had gotten busy with work. She went home to take a long shower and then got ready. For now, she was going to play it by ears and wouldn't lead on. It would have to be sit back and observe sort of a date and see where it goes. She left her place in time to get there at 7 exact and had sent a message to him, "Ready for the date?" That's all she had sent and nothing else. She deliberately was planning to enter a little late, making him wait with anticipation, waiting until 7:15 actually.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Tom got Gia's text "Ready for our date?" but he still wasn't sure what her game was. As far as Tom knew, Gia was still married to John. Then why was she going on a date with him, in a hotel of all places, while she was still married?

He had thought her original messages the other night might have been sent while she was drunk and being somewhat a tease. It appeared now they really did have a dinner date. He had concerns. But the thought of being with her, and possibly having some fantastic sex, was plenty enough to motivate him to meet her.

The restaurant was an upscale place, inside an upscale hotel. So he dressed up, at least by his own standards, with a clean pressed dress shirt, slacks, and a sports jacket. He didn't wear a tie. This wasn't a wedding or a funeral.

He arrived at 7, and took a table in the lounge. She would know to look for him there. And he wasn't surprised at all when she was 15 minutes late. 'Typical Gia', he thought.

His first beer was nearly finished when she flowed in the door, and he stood to greet her. She was still as beautiful and graceful as ever. She flowed right into his arms, gave him big hug, and a friendly peck on the cheek.

'Yeah' he thought 'She has some explaining to do.'
 
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She knew he would be wondering why she was doing this when she was married. Why was she flirting when she was married already and she really had no answer. She’d tell him something if he asked her but for his concern, he shouldn’t be the one to complain.

She was calling it a date to tease him or maybe guide him in the right path but did he really needed guidance. He was a mature man and can make his own decision, think on his own which was exactly what she was going to let him do.

The reason why she picked this place was not because of the room. Well that and the conviniency of just hopping into an elevator but she could be 15 minutes away from the place and would pick this if she was given an option….just because of the delicious food they served. It was expensive but not like other places where it’s just the price and the taste is almost a joke.

She’d eaten here before and it was one of her favorite. She had passed her car keys to valet and walked right in. She did notice something that she’d never pay her mind to but for some reason, tonight was different. She noticed almost everyone stopped doing what they were doing and steal a glance at the beauty that walked in a fine black dress. The dress wasn’t slutty but elegant as it covered her to her mid thighs and showed mild cleavage but nothing out of ordinary. This is how she dressed and yes, she’s changed over the years.

She wasn’t surprised to find him waiting for her in the lounge, walking up to him, she kissed his cheek as she would if she were to bump into him on the road. “Look at you…haven’t changed one bit!” She smiled and looked up at him. She found him standing tall and wondered if he grew few inches or she was just used to short stature of her husband after being with him for years now.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Tom was very impressed by Gia's appearance. Over the past years she had somehow become even more beautiful. She had a maturity and an elegance about her which made her more attractive, more desirable.

He also noticed that she was wearing her wedding ring.

Tom wondered what she was doing, having a "date" with an old boyfriend in a classy hotel like this. When they had been dating in college, the only thing that really held them together was the fantastic sex. Therefore Tom could not think of any other reason why she wanted to see him.

'Maybe I should just play along and indulge her desires, and my own.' he considered the options. 'Can't be any harm to me. She is the one putting her marriage on the line.'

He looked into her eyes for any sign of what she was thinking, but she was cool and never displayed her thoughts.

"Shall we have some dinner and catch up on old times?" Tom said to her as he led her towards the hotel's restaurant.
 
Even if nothing happens tonight, she'd be satisfied because she considered tonight a step in the right direction. But just in case if things did heat up, she was prepared. She wasn't dressed provocatively but even then, she made heads turn. And all of this was without she even trying hard. She wasn't even sweating it.

She could see glints in his eyes as she stood in front of him. She had to wear the ring because then he'd ask why wasn't she wearing one. Date was on a formal word to tease him due to their history. They say once you're out of a relationship, it's either you're still a couple or you're nothing. There were no middle ground. There was no BEING FRIEND.

He was right to doubt the reason behind this meeting. Especially when they have been out of touch for so long and out of blue, this?

If she wasn't good at hiding her thoughts back then, she was now. Gia he knew back then was different now, mentally at least and physically as well. Just more hotter. And with class. She smiled looking up at him, flicking strands of hair off her face, "I wouldn't have it any other way. We Shall..." she politely smiled and looped her hand in his, at the elbow as she started walking towards the restaurant, "I hope I didn't make you wait so long for me?" She leaned into him a little to whisper, letting him catch the air mixed with her perfume.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Together they entered the restaurant, it wasn't very busy that evening, and they were seated at a table off to the side, away from the other diners. Tom suspected that the waitstaff figured that this couple would like some privacy.

Their waiter promptly took their drink orders, a glass of wine for her, another beer for him. When their drinks arrived they were ready to order their dinner, which they did.

Tom raised his beer glass for a toast. "To great memories of old times." he said. Of course the only memories he still had with her were the two of them in bed. They clinked glasses and each drank, him more so than her.

"Gia, what are your best memories of our times together?" he asked her bluntly.
 
She walked elegantly with him into the restaurant and was ushered to a table on the side where they had little bit of privacy. Her heels clicked as it drew attention towards her but she paid no mind to it, as usual as she just ignored it. Not making into anything just yet as she was still the good old housewife and in her Ex’s company.

Her attention was on him and the evening, to find out what it had in hold for them tonight. She picked rich people’s poison, wine as she had gotten into a habit of drinking finest wine. She smiled at Tom when the waiter left them alone after taking in their order for the main course. “To great memories…” she elegantly smiled and leaned forward on the table.

Placing her elbow on the table and her face in her palm, “Everything…why what’s yours?” She said and smiled, keeping her answer very broad, not letting on what she had in mind but the fact was she didn’t have anything in mind. She was just open about this…wherever it might go and it might not even go anywhere. “How about you tell me the best part of our relationship?” She sipped on her glass of wine as she looked right into his eyes.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Tom could tell that Gia was being very coy with her response, she hadn't actually answered the question at all. That was one of their many differences. He was always very straight-forward and blunt. She was always holding her cards close, so to speak. He wondered if he really expected anything else.

So when she asked him the same question about "the best part of our relationship" he decided to go for broke and just lay it all out there.

"Damn Gia, you know very well. We had amazing sex together. We never could get enough of each other. We would fuck like rabbits all night long. We had something so special, so unique, so hot when we were together."

He paused and took another swig of his beer.

"I will be honest and say that I haven't found another woman like you since. Although I have tried many others. And my bet is that you also haven't had such great sex since. However, you probably haven't been looking. I figure that you have been faithful to John, but he doesn't really rock your world. And my guess is that is why you asked me to meet you here tonight. Why else would you ask me?"
 
She had placed the ball in his court without answering to his questions but then again, she’d used to getting what she wants. And in that moment, she wanted to know what he was thinking. She liked him blunt. Matter of fact, he’d said things to her when they were dating, while they’d go out and it would turn her on. Of course, that wasn’t the case anymore and even if it was, it wouldn’t the wisest thing to do when the once upon a time girlfriend is not married, to someone else.

She chuckled and looked around, “It’s good that no one else is sitting around us or they’d be staring at you.” She smiled and nodded, “That we did. But those are old times. It’s been ages.” She let out a sight, “It’s so good to see you Tom. I mean really. I don’t know why we stopped talking. I did message you after I got married but you didn’t reply. Were you mad at me?” She asked him curiously.

Of course he was mad at her. He might still be mad. Matter of fact, she was the one who broke up with him without a proper reason. So that was that. Maybe she was a bitch and deserved a smack or a good spanking for her bad behavior. Though no one really was out there to do so. And only one person who could, her father, he never raised his hand on her.

Their dinner came soon as they talked, she sipped on her wine as she munched on her food, “I am sure someone is out there who’s made just for you.” She told him and cocked her eyebrow when he voiced his opinion about her, “Boy, you’re delusional.” She laughed out loud as she thought about how did he know….? “Can’t an old friend call up to ask you to join her on dinner? Does it have to be so that my partner don’t rock my world? You assume too much Tom. Really….” She took in another bite from her plate, “I really wanted to catch up with you. See how you were, really. Believe me.” She said and placed her left hand on his right wrist for a brief period of time.
 
Tom's POV

Tom: her ex boyfriend

Yes, he was still mad at her. She had left him for John and Tom always felt that she did that because John had money. He sarcastically hoped that John's money made her happy. He felt certain than John could not physically pleasure her as well as he did.

He listened to her as they ate their meal. She attacked him and tried to defend her actions and her reasons for asking him to dinner. He wasn't buying it. Her logic just didn't ring true, at least not for the Gia he had known. Was she trying to kid him? Was she kidding herself?

Tom returned their discussion to the earlier question of their best memories.

"Remember that time in the fall of 2006 when we crashed that frat party? We didn't know anyone, and no one knew us. But you were drop dead gorgeous and I was a jock, so no one said anything. Later that night, we both were blitzed and found our way upstairs into some guy's room. We were going after it really hot and heavy when a bunch of guys burst into the room to see what the commotion was all about."

Tom took another bite of his steak and watched Gia for a reaction. He wondered if she would remember. A faint smile crossed her face, so Tom continued.

"I just pulled the blanket over us and we kept going at it, never missing a beat. We were both so fucking horny. Our orgasms hit at the same time and we both screamed. We could hear the guys talking, hoping that they could see something, but no one ever pulled the blanket away. Eventually they left and we snuck out by way of the fire escape. I don't think anyone ever knew who we were. And thank god that was a year or so before cell phones had cameras. If a video of that had been posted, it certainly would have gone viral."

He smiled at the thoughts of those good times, and took another drink of his beer.
 
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