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She and Keegan had been together for almost five years. They’d started off hot and heavy, him in a tight shirt and jeans that clung to his thighs, and her in a form-fighting jumpsuit, meeting in a bar. They’d spent that night together and then almost every night after, barring, of course, the ones when he was away for work. Love had come quick for them both. Similar hobbies, same taste in music. Differing political views sometimes, but no one’s perfect. Theirs was the type of relationship people were jealous of, the type they labeled “goals”.
They’d moved in together when they realized he was with her at her apartment every time he was home anyway, why not save money on rent and bills? There were flowers, surprise trips, long mornings in bed and late nights too. They met each other’s families, planted a garden, and she had come home one night to find candles lit and Keegan down on one knee.
Perfection.
There were pet names, and pets, and the same friend groups. There was a mutual bank account and a deed to a house. There were goofy Photo Booth pictures and routine. There was even, a couple of times, talk of a baby. Then came the wedding planning. Venue tours and cake tastings. Honeymoon destination discussions. Tux fittings and dress fittings. A whole wedding, a long weekend of friends and family and vows and love. Their dog was the flower girl.
Beatrice Russ. A nurse, an avid crocheter, a Pokémon collector, a Bad Omens fan. Wife of Keegan P. Russ, sergeant in the United States special forces team, the Ghosts. They’d loved each other relentlessly through deployments, injuries, long-distance calls, and missed holidays. She’d sent care packages and wrote letters, and texted constantly.
Perfection.
But she’d noticed lately that Keegan was acting different. He wasn't present even when he was. He was sharp with her when he'd never been before. Tonight was the biggest red flag. It was their second wedding anniversary and she’d planned a whole night. She’d decorated the house, lit candles, cooked his favorite meal, and dressed to kill. Or cum. Definitely to cum. He’d texted her to let her know he’d be a little late getting home, but that wasn’t abnormal. She kept the food warm in the oven, and made sure his gift was wrapped beautifully. The traditional gift was cotton, so she’d ordered him a black hoodie embroidered with the year they had gotten married in Roman numerals. It wasn’t fancy, but she didn’t want him to have to wear something that looked cheesy.
But “a little late” turned into several hours and the food got dried out in the oven. She was disappointed, but there was always DoorDash. It’s not like she’d slaved away for hours. His favorite meal was lasagna and Carrabba’s delivered. What really bothered her the most was that he hadn’t texted her a “Happy anniversary!” or even acknowledged that the day was special. After the first text telling her he’d be late, he hadn’t said anything else, despite her checking in. And his location was off. That, in and of itself, wasn’t abnormal. It was off when he was deployed. But he wasn’t deployed. He was four miles away; or was supposed to be.
Beatrice laid down on the couch and turned Netflix on. Picking up her phone, she shot him another text.
👰🏻♀️: Hey Kee, where are you? You didn’t wreck on the way home, right? Worried
She stared at her phone for a moment, but slapped it down next to her when he didn’t respond. Not even a “read”. She rolled to her side and put on Bridgerton. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.
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Keegan glanced at his phone when he felt it vibrate. He didn’t even bother opening the text when he saw it was from his wife. He knew he was late and didn’t feel like fighting with her. He’d had a long week and wanted to relax before he went home and dealt with her. He loved her, but it had gotten to a point where she exhausted him. He rubbed a hand over his face before turning back to the woman in the hotel room bed. She was supposed to have been a one-time thing. He and Beatrice had had an argument and he’d found himself in a bar, drinking his sorrows with Hesh. But she’d been there in skimpy shorts and a sly smile, and he’d followed her to her house. She fucked him like it was her job, pleasured him in ways Beatrice never would, and he’d been hooked.
Hesh, of course, never said a thing about his infidelity. It was almost par for the course in their profession, but he’d seen the disapproval in his eyes. Keegan understood. His wife was an enigma. She was kind, and beautiful, and smart, and funny. She loved a good debate and could drink half their friends under the table. He knew he’d gotten lucky with her. But occasionally, he needed a break. He sometimes felt so overwhelmed by her sheer presence that he had to run to find an escape. Someone a little more vapid, a little more stupid, a little dirtier.
This woman, Casey, had become his favorite outlet. He wasn’t in love with her, but he was addicted to her. Beatrice had been going hard today, hounding him to get home. He was sure there was some project she wanted him to complete. He had spent the day in meetings, planning out their mission to take down the Federation, to finally capture Rorke. He had no patience for his wife today. So, he’d texted Casey, turned off his location, and told Beatrice he’d be late. Whatever she wanted him to do could wait until tomorrow, his day off.
Casey had sucked him off at the door of the hotel room, barely letting him close the door before she was on her knees and he was in her mouth. She didn’t mind when he called out his wife’s name when she made him cum. She loved to role play.
“I have to go.” He murmured to her, running his calloused hand over her bare hip. She groaned softly as she rolled to face him. Her full lips, no doubt fake, were set in a mock pout.
“I hate when you leave.” She whined and he gave her an indulgent smile.
“I know baby girl, but you know my situation.” He said, squeezing her flesh, bending down to press a kiss to her hip. “She’ll start calling our friends and the police if I don’t go home soon.” Casey rolled over onto her back and sat up, clutching the sheet over her bare breasts. Keegan tugged it down, mouth moving to capture a pert nipple in his mouth. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth.
“I’ll see you in two days, okay? Bea thinks I’m doing a team building thing. She won’t expect me for a few days.” Casey kissed him back, deeply, her tongue shoving into his mouth. He groaned against her, feeling his cock twitch. God, he wanted her all the time.
“Okay. Text me, yeah?” She whispered and he nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. She was stored in his phone as Adam. Beatrice never went through his phone, but just in case a stray text popped up, he was playing it safe.
“I will.” He stood and dressed and moved to the door, giving Casey a wink as he walked out and went back to his life.