Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 01

Cassie laughed herself, the idea of all of this was too funny to be real.

"He's a new neighbour, Stacy. He's probably got a wife, and kids coming over to join him soon enough."

Stacy winked, and poured them both a glass each of wine.

"He had no wedding band on his hand, I noticed that much. Plus he seemed to have a nice package for you, from what I saw but then again the jeans were hiding a lot."

Cassie burst out laughing, leaning on the counter-top.

"Stacy, this is so ridiculous. I'm married."

"Yeah, and he's enjoying himself tonight; isn't he?"

The smiles, and laughter stopped as Cassie came to terms with the situation. She was married, she was rebuffing advances by a man who she thought as beautiful, rugged and manly; for a man who was away with some dumb, blonde bimbo enjoying his own self.

"He is, isn't he. And here I am alone, waiting on him like a fucking stupid idiot."

Stacy poured herself another glass of wine, since she finished the last one and with the bottle emptied she opened the one John had brought over.

"You say no man would ever be interested in you, well that guy was, and he seems single to me. Get your divorce papers through, get rid of Marcus and finally enjoy yourself after five painful fucking years with him." Stacy said toasting her glass to Cassie, who slowly did the same clinking the glasses together.

The rest of the night was a blur, but whilst drunk with Stacy's help they scoured the internet to find a local divorce lawyer, and got his contact number and details. By morning, she woke to see Marcus smiling away as he was getting dressed for work.

"Any breakfast for me, babe?" He asked cockily, as he put his tie on, and dressed in his smart clothes.

Slowly she sat up in the bed, still dressed in her sweats with rage and anger on her face that Marcus couldn't see with his back to her. She rose like an angry Goddess from a lake, her piercing eyes dead-set on him.

"You evil, twisted fuck."

Marcus turned in surprise, and narrowly missed being hit in the face with the nearby lamp that was on the bed-side table. It smashed into pieces striking the wall in front of him, narrowly missing the mirror there.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He shouted, his voice like the night she confronted him about the first affair.

Cassie was scared, frightened but something made her stand up and run past him into the kitchen where she grabbed a kitchen knife. Marcus was quickly behind her following.

"What the fuck is wrong?" He demanded.

Cassie turned, the knife poised at him and screamed.

"You cheating son-of-a-bitch! I know about the blonde bimbo you've been seeing, Stacy saw you both at her bar. I even heard the whore's voice in the background when you called the house!"

Marcus's defiant demeanour died away, his face losing all colour as he realised the game was up.

"Look she means nothing to me, it was just a few times that's all."

Cassie wasn't smiling, but she was grinning as if she was in control; and she was this time. No longer fearing a beating for confronting him like the last affair, in her hand she had something to defend herself with.

"This is the second affair, since we married. There's no fucking excuses anymore; be it only a few fucking times, or if this was the first time. You cheated one again, after all of the attempts I made to reconcile this marriage. I bought lingerie, sexy outfits for you and you didn't even lift a finger to me. It was as if I was forcing you to sleep with me, and that's not what a marriage is! I did so fucking much for you, and you do it to me again!"

The tears flowed freely now down her dark cheeks, they were tears of anger and sadness as the realisation that she had married a man who didn't truly love her came to her mind.

"Baby, please. We can work on it, I won't ever do it again baby." Marcus said pleading, slowly walking towards her.

Cassie turned the knife towards him.

"Stay back, I saw it that first time when I found out about the first affair. That hatred, you would have hit me if I hadn't backed down, well now I have something to stop you if you do attack me this time. I want a divorce, I have the number of the divorce lawyer, and I am going to get the papers. You will take your things, pack them away and you will leave. Go be with the blonde bimbo bitch, but you're not staying here anymore with me in the same house. If you fight me on this, I'll push for as much as I can get in the divorce. I don't want anything else, but this house. If you want to take away your pension, the savings I know you have from the job then you will leave now. Take a bag, and fucking go!"

Marcus had no option, a knife in her hand meant a slap or a beating wouldn't change her mind; he decided to leave. He went into the bedroom, and began to pack clothes into a suitcase. Cassie could hear him, but chose to stay in the kitchen where she knew she could run out of the house if she had to.

About five minutes passed, and Marcus came out of the bedroom carrying two small suitcases.

"I have more things, I'm taking with me." He said growling at her.

"Fine, you can come back and get them but I'll have the Police here to make sure you do nothing else. I don't fucking trust you, Marcus."

He said nothing, with a grunt he walked out and slammed the front door behind him. After a few moments, she calmed down putting the knife away and picked up the phone, and dialled the number of the divorce lawyer she had found on the internet last night.

There was a brief discussion, on the phone with Mr Schwartz but eventually he settled on her situation. He told her that if Marcus did come home for the rest of this things, to call the Police immediately and tell them a Domestic situation was going on, preceded by a Divorce and one of the spouses needed to pack away some of his things under watch by the Police.

He told her the papers would be drafted, and written up by the end of the week and she could push for him to sign it. If it went to Court, because Marcus disputed the divorce then the Law Firm would take payment from Marcus for costs, but Cassie had some money saved up that more than covered the costs of the the divorce papers being written up, and their services in serving Marcus the papers to sign.

Cassie putting the phone down, finally relaxed on the sofa in the lounge and took the chance to relax her mind after such a hectic morning.

It was a Tuesday, that meant by Friday she would have the papers to serve Marcus with. Until then she would pack his things away for him, and leave it all in bags at the door for him to pick-up when he next came around; under Police supervision of course.

An hour passed, by that time most of his belongings were packed away into three more suitcases. There was nothing left of his in the bedroom, and anything else that he owned was in the lounge including the television and such, Cassie had enough money to buy a new one if he chose to be evil and take it with him.

Her lawyer, Mr Schwartz had also asked her to write down any incidents involving infidelity including the first time, and all of the apparent evidence of infidelity this time as well. He also asked her if there was any domestic violence between her and Marcus, but she said no but that there were times she feared there could be. He told her to write about those incidents in detail as well.

The door bell rang, and she went to answer it. Maybe it was the Police, coming to find out what happened after a neighbour reporting the shouting from inside, or maybe it was Marcus coming back to grovel again.

She opened the door, still dressed in her sweats from yesterday to see it was John, of all people. He was wearing a clean navy, blue t-shirt this time and another pair of jeans.

"John."

He nodded.

"I heard shouting about an hour ago, and saw your husband leaving. Are you alright?" He asked me.

She smiled, forcing a smile considering the circumstances.

"It's fine, we had an argument. He's left with a few things, and we're breaking up I guess you can say. He didn't threaten me or anything, I just lost my temper in the situation."

He nodded, and turned to leave.

"Well if you're sure, Cassie. I'm here if you ever want to talk."

He turned, and stepped away from the doorstep about to head across the street back to his house when Cassie said something that surprised herself.

"Come in, I need someone to talk to."

Even as the words left her mouth, Cassie was surprised that she even said them. She didn't want anyone to know her troubles, or problems especially not her new neighbour. He was already accepting her offer, and stepping inside. She smelled fresh after-shave on him, that smelled of a sport mix. He walked ahead, into the kitchen followed by Cassie.

She passed him to make some Coffee for them both, and they sat around the table-top together. He cupped his cup in his rough hands, Cassie noticed them as she sat with him. She knew she must have smelled bad, still wearing her sweats and having not showered today. But John showed no indication of any discomfort from her smell.

"So, may I ask what caused the argument today? You do not need to tell me anything, if you do not want to, Cassie."

Cassie was beyond feeling uncomfortable around this man anymore, she felt as a if a weight had been lifted from her chest and she was going to enjoy John's company.

"He cheated on me, for the second time in our short marriage." She stated, drinking her Coffee.

John gave a look of surprise, and smiled gently.

"Well that is one way to end a marriage, I would say."

Cassie giggled at his joke.

"Yeah that does tend to put an arrow through any flying, soaring bird that flew around our marriage."

John grinned, and Cassie had to admit she felt very comfortable around John, more so than she ever did with her very own, late husband.

"So how did you find out?" He asked her.

Cassie swallowed a mouthful of the Coffee.

"Well, my friend Stacy who you met last night told me she had seen him with some blonde bimbo in the bar where she worked. Plus before that when he called the house, I heard her in the background calling for him to hurry up on the phone with me."

"Ah two-fold, he can't dispute that evidence can he." John said, more of a statement than an actual question for Cassie.

"No he cannot."

Cassie drained her cup of Coffee, and stared at John.

"You sound like you've experienced some of this kind of heartbreak?" She questioned him.

John just smiled, drinking from his cup and looking at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"I guess I have, considering I only divorced my own wife six months ago for cheating on me; continuously."

Cassie almost dropped her cup, John had actually been married and had actually faced the same issues she was now but with his own wife? It couldn't be much of a coincidence.

"You're kidding, really?"

He laughed heartedly putting down his cup, and leaning back in the seat.

"Nope, all true. I had been married for ten years to her, and about six months ago I found out she had been cheating on me constantly with neighbours, and even some of my closest friends. She denied it of course, but when I put forward all of the evidence; what my friends had confessed to me, and even my own sister seeing her with one of my friends kissing them in a local bar she backed down. Then came the grovelling, the apologies all promising to never do it again. All the bullshit comes when they know they've been cornered, and caught out. To be honest, I didn't love her anymore; I had known for a while something was not right between us so I refused to reconciliation and trying again. I contacted divorce lawyers, and they drew up the papers and I handed them to her."

This interested Cassie, since she wondered what actually would happen if Marcus would sign the papers, or if he refused to sign them.

"And she signed them, freely?"

John laughed, almost knocking the chair out from under him with his leg.

"Oh god no, she disputed the divorce and wanted to go to Court. So we did go to Court in the end, she claimed I had abused her mentally and physically, but when she made those claims even her own girlfriends proved she was lying. I had their support at least. When that didn't work, she claimed I was an alcoholic, a drug user and everything else you could think of off the top of your head. Thankfully the Judge wasn't buying any of her claims, and told her that the divorce was going to be granted to me. She screamed hysterics, and claimed that the trial wasn't a fair one. I didn't want anything from her, no money, nothing. We both had separate jobs, and separate bank accounts so when I said I didn't want anything from her, that was clear that she couldn't claim anything from me in damages or compensation. That was it, we separated everything and went our separate ways."

Cassie listened attentively, learning more about her mysterious Scottish neighbour.

"So what brought you to the States?" She asked him.

"Well after the divorce, I spoke to the company that I worked for in Glasgow to be moved to another office of theirs somewhere else in the country. Maybe their main office in London, or somewhere else. When I asked this, they told me of another opportunity in our office in the States that needed a regional manager to run it, and that if I wanted it they'd send me over. The company I work for is a well known construction company, with offices in the UK, Australia, New Zealand and even Canada. I thought, why not go for it? It's a fresh start, a new life for me to live out. I sold most of things back in Glasgow, sold my wedding ring since she did the same with hers and after the company had worked out everything with U.S. Immigration, and began to work out the deal to buy the McHaven home which was on the market I flew over."

"But you didn't move in immediately?"

John had finished his Coffee, and put the cup aside before he continued talking.

"No, I stayed in a few motels until the final pieces of paperwork were finished with the realtor office here in the town. Until then I spent most of my time buying the furnishings for the house, whilst I was still staying in the motels. I'd put the things I bought into the moving truck, and when I got the call two nights ago that I had the house, and the keys were dropped off to me I moved in yesterday morning."

Cassie couldn't stop herself staring into his blue eyes, or looking at his chest or face too closely. It wasn't as if John hadn't noticed her stares, and he was fighting to not stare at her big chest that was sticking out from her hooded top, or her beautiful, wet lips.

"So do you intend to start dating again, I mean now that you're in a new country, new town?"

John nodded, playing with his hands on the table trying to not look at Cassie in a sexual, peering way.

"I do yes, I've met a very beautiful woman since arriving here." He said chuckling.

Cassie sensing some playfulness here, smiled.

"It isn't me, by any chance?" She asked.

John just smiled, and looked deep into Cassie's eyes; not taking them off of her for a moment.

"It is, actually."

The silence that took over the room, was reminiscent of a graveyard somewhere, you could hear the birds outside chirping. Cassie was hot, her body felt as if it was on fire, and she tried to compose herself.

Taking a few deep breaths she spoke.

"Me, of all the people around here you're thinking of me?"

John smiled, and stood from his chair but never taking his eyes off of Cassie.

"You under-sell yourself Cassie, you're a beautiful, good woman. If that ex-husband of yours doesn't see how lucky he was, then good riddance. Now I think it's time you moved on with some other guy, who knows how lucky he is to have you."

Cassie was hyperventilating, her chest heaving with every breath she struggled to take.

"And that guy is-is-is, you?"

John just smiled staring back at her.

"Maybe, I think I'd be right for you but not until you're ready. After you're free of your useless ex-husband. If it's not me, you'll meet someone else anyway and I'll make sure he treats you better than your ex did."

She was shaking, staring up at this very-forward neighbour who seemed to make her yearn for him, for love from him.

"Thanks for the Coffee, Cassie. I'll leave you to getting rid of your ex-husband's things, give him no reason to loiter around or he'll try and convince you to take him back. Again, if you ever want to talk, or just want someone as some company; just call around."

He slowly made his way from the kitchen to the front door, and Cassie said nothing since she was too busy breathing so hard she thought she was going to pass out. She heard the front door open, and close shut and then silence.

She dropped her shaking hand, between her thick, womanly legs and pressed her palm against her pelvis and felt a heat, a burning moistness that she hadn't felt in years, not even to Marcus. Maybe it was John charming her, or just his bold-forward manner but she had never felt anything like this for any man in her life; except John.

She shakily got up from her chair, and went to shower to wash the sweat and the moistness from her womanhood. She changed into a clean pair of jeans, and a tight blouse to begin bagging more of Marcus's things, yet couldn't focus as she thought about John constantly.

She imagined being thrown every way imaginable, all over the house by John. Being bent over the arm of the sofa, his hard cock sliding inside her from behind, clamping his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans so Marcus in the next room did not hear them. It was a revenge fantasy, for her to get even with Marcus with John.

She thought of how he would kiss her, with his hard lips and thick beard tickling her skin. How his rough hands would caress her big butt, and big breasts. How his cock would feel inside her, inside her womb giving her pleasure that she craved for so many years.

She managed to find the time, to order a newer, smaller television so if Marcus came around and asked for it back, he could have it. She finished the afternoon off, going into the bedroom to have a nap that involved hot, dreams about John and her together.

Cassie wondered how she could live across the street from such a charming, seductive man who seemed to crave her as much as she craved him. But he had given her the time, to divorce Marcus and maybe after she would ask him out herself, instead of waiting for him to do it. The thought made her tummy warmer, and her womanhood glisten with fresh juices as she fell asleep.