Jenelle

Mrs Right!

Well, I think I’ll start by introducing myself. My names Jenelle Cole; I’m a twenty-eight year old divorcee with two kids. My husband of five years, Jason Cole cheated on me a year or so ago. He claimed he was drunk off his arse when it happened, but hey who knows? I was willing to forgive him until the girl he bedded told him she was with child. After that I knew there was no way we could work through something like that, because let’s face it every time I see him with that kid it will remind me of his betrayal. However, this is the shitty part, it turns out half way through our divorce she had lied about being pregnant. The slut!

I honestly thought I was over him, but seeing him now only proved that I wasn’t even close to being over him. My breath hitched in my throat when a bunch of girls approached them. Three of his friend’s instantly latched onto one girl. Another brunette who was wearing a skimpy outfit smiled seductively at Jason and leaned in whispering something into his ear. Jason looked thoughtful for a second before nodding and following the girl out to the dance floor. That bastard! Oh I could just rip his little head off.

“Hey, you okay?” Shannon asked when she saw Jason dancing with a girl. I nodded trying my best to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I willed myself not to cry in that moment, I could cry when I get home but right now I’m going to prove to my friends that I was in fact okay and stronger than they thought.

I smiled “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said with a shrug but was unable to pull my eyes away from my husband...damn it, ex-husband, grinding with some slut who he will probably go home with.

I felt Shannon squeeze my shoulder comfortingly. “You don’t need to put on a facade for me babe, I know it hurts. But you know what, if I were you I wouldn’t let it get to me. Go out there and show him that you can move on too.” She told me and for a second and I shook my head.

“What’s the point, look at him, he doesn’t care.” I said with a shrug.

“Exactly, go out there and show him what he’s lost. Show him you don’t care either.” She told me bumping my shoulder with hers.

Well the girl did have a point. Even if I’m not truly over him, doesn’t mean he needs to know that right? Okay here goes nothing...oh there’s Dave.

I walked over to Dave who was standing at the bar drinking a beer while bopping his head to the music. I exhaled and gently touched his arm with what I hoped was a seductive smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” I said through the music. He looked down at me and grinned sexily showing off his dimples.

“Have you now?” He asked sipping his beer while quite obviously checking me out.

“Yeah, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to dance some more?” I asked brave faced.

“Sure.” He said taking one last chug of his beer and placing it on the bar before taking my hand in his and pulling me to the dance floor with him.

My heart was racing when we passed by Jason, sweating from dancing heatedly with the girl who was openly grinding her backside in to his groin.

Of course, I being the lucky bunny that I am, Dave stopped right next to him and the slut he had his arms around. He placed his hands around my waist as Ayo Technology began playing. The ground was shaking under my feet with every beat of the bass.

I’m sure Jason saw me when I walked by him but I couldn’t bring myself to look over Dave’s shoulder to see if he was looking. Although you know I was dying to!

Dave was singing along to the song as we moved together to the song. Okay I can’t take it no more, I have to look! I grinned up at Dave and twisted myself in his arms so my back was pressed into his chest. Stupid move, I know. I began twisting my hips and grinding mildly with Dave.

I slowly lifted my eyes and there he was, standing in front of me in all his 6ft2 glory staring at me with those piercing green eyes. He was no longer moving just standing still while the girl oblivious to what’s going on continued to dance up on him.

I scanned the packed out club looking for my friends but couldn’t find them in the crowd. I made my way over to the bar and ordered a bottle of water and drank it slowly, the cold water felt like heaven.

I made a mental note to myself to kill my friends when I see them next. Tyrese’s ‘Come Back to Me Shawty.’ Began playing and I stupidly looked up and saw Jason watching me from across the bar. He smiled showing me those dimples I loved so much. To say I almost died right there in the club was an understatement.

I found myself smiling right back at him and mentally slapped myself for being so damn stupid. He licked his ruby lips and my heart clenched painfully. Uh-oh tears, no, no, no, not now damn it!

As hard as I tried not to cry tears streamed down my cheeks. I wiped them away stubbornly with the back of my hand. God I’m such an idiot, I’m still crying over him and it’s been six months since we split. I’m pathetic is what I am.

After cursing myself I managed to pull myself together and refreshed myself before walking out. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom I was standing face to face with Jason. He was casually leaning on the opposite wall looking at his feet, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets.

I think my heart just stopped...