I had the little table set up with plates, glasses and napkins for eating with a loaf of ciabatta bread. As I was bent over strapping my shoes on, he said with mouth full.
"This is great! You'd make a good wife."
I’d never be the door mat his wife was. I wouldn’t put up with his put down
slurs. Staring at him sitting in bed, irate fire in my almond dark eyes I retorted.
"I’m a good wife! Better than what you got!"
I grabbed my purse and walked out leaving everything and was out of the parking lot before he could dress and chase after me, if he ever did. The next day I didn't answer the phone to ensure not taking his call. I knew he was calling as the phone would ring and ring and then repeat itself.
A day later I answered but was still smarting over his attempt to put me down like he did his wife. He kept wooing and apologizing. His ego couldn’t take the jab of being walked out on. If the relationship was going to end it had to be by him. After sweet talking me I agreed to meet him if he stopped acting stupid. Once in the hotel room I let him assuage my anger with directed foreplay and gave him an ejaculation to remember.
When the romp was over he exclaimed.
"I am so happy you are no longer angry with me."
I acted indifferent. When pressed if I was happy commented.
"You think too highly of yourself. You’re just a misanthropic man who cheats on his wife, what else is there to say?"
I wanted my guppy to chase me, not I him. I knew Enrico would put me in his safe category next to his wife if he felt I was enraptured with his ego and Mr. Supini. He would then make another conquest to replace me.
In the parking lot he took the dishes out of his trunk I’d left from my walk out, relieved he no longer had to hide them. He had left the bottle of wine in the room. I told him to replace it the next time we met and drove off.
Instead of worshiping him as he expected, I destabilized his ego. Even though he was older, I was the teacher like Edward was to me. I stopped his swearing in my presence and improved his manners. Despite my efforts he remained a cheap beer drinker and uncouth. I told him he was unsophisticated but did upgrade him to drink his beer out of a glass. I even had to show him how to pour it down the side of the glass to keep down the foam. I made sure he always wore fresh clothes when meeting me and even once took him shopping to upgrade his style.
In public with me he was a Beta but in the motel room he switched to Alpha. I asked him once if he was going to get a hair transplant when he got too Alpha cocky. To keep him off guard I would occasionally get upset and leave before sex. I never told him what was wrong and acted like he was an idiot if he didn't get it.
It was as if we were married which of course we were but not to each other.