Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

She was sitting in the corner of a small cafe, where music was playing softly and the smell of roasted coffee was strong. He decided to sit down next to her and start a conversation, breaking all the rules of subordination. But today was a special day for him, a particularly tragic day, so he deliberately went against the internal company rule – not to talk to subordinates about personal matters and especially not to fuck them.

– Hello.

– Hello. We said hello this morning. I'm Nadya, although you probably already know me, but how can you remember everyone?

– I know,– said Jan, although he didn’t know her name, and it’s not like he’d forgotten it; he’d never known her.

She was wearing black trousers and a light shirt, which was the recommended dress code, although not all employees tried to adhere to this rule.

There was no ring on her hand, but she could have been divorced or simply not wearing a ring. Various thoughts continued to visit Jan.

Getting up from the table, he wrote his personal number on a napkin and, patting her on the shoulder, said:

– Call after work.

She didn't answer and stayed to finish her portion of food.

The day at work ended, and Jan was in no hurry to go home, waiting for a call from his co-worker Nadya, whose phone number he for some reason did not ask for. But the phone was silent, he called his wife, but the receiver did not answer.

Having found Nadya’s number in the internal database, he sent a message: – Hello, this is Yan Konstantinovich.-

The answer came five minutes later: – I’m going to a friend’s birthday party today, if you want, you can take me home later.-

He replied:

– Okay.

But Jan had no desire to go home, and he decided to take a walk around the city. He parked his car in a paid parking lot and went on foot, and he decided that walking would be the best way to relieve his depression from the undelivered work. This promised new problems, but technically they were all solvable, but he was close to losing faith in humanity.

The benches in the park, past which he made his walking route to nowhere, without a goal, were all filled with people walking, walking, and walking.

Having found one free half of a bench in one place, he walked with a confident step and, having reached it, asked permission to sit down.

– Sit down,– said the girl, who was dressed in a tracksuit and was probably either walking or returning from the gym, because there was a large sports bag on the bench nearby.

– Jan.

– Anna.

– Nice to meet you. Are you going to the gym or coming from the gym?

– No, I'm moving.

–To another city?

– No, my boyfriend and I broke up and had a fight.

–Make up again.

– Unlikely.

– Why?

– Yes, there is a reason there.

– I thought you were going to the gym because you were wearing a tracksuit,– said Jan, but he thought it was too simple an explanation because she had already given the reason, but he clearly wanted to engage the girl in conversation.

– Why are you walking in the park in the evening? Did your wife kick you out too? – Anna laughed.

– Wife… No, it’s normal with my wife, different things happen, but we love each other,– he said unexpectedly for himself and, perhaps, for her, who, perhaps, expected that he would start scolding his wife and voicing his difficult family situation.

– Then we need to go home.

– I don’t want to, it’s been a hard day, I don’t want to go home, and she doesn’t pick up the phone, maybe she’s offended.-

– For what?

– Maybe because I don't do much in bed, – said Jan, forgetting that he was talking to a completely random person on the street, even if she was a beautiful and young girl, he wanted to talk to someone, maybe even cry, like in childhood, but he had no close friends. He broke off relations with almost everyone after the wedding, because, firstly, his wife herself, then Diana hinted about it, and he himself did not want to, he wanted to devote more time to his family.

– Yes, we are like that, first we don’t give, then we complain why they don’t want us,– said Anna and adjusted her breasts, which, apparently, were either falling out from the ill-fitting bras, or they were simply sweaty under her sportswear.

He couldn’t understand anything, but, feeling that the girl wasn’t afraid of him and was talking to him as if he were a familiar person, without fear, he suggested going to a cafe, which beckoned from afar with a beautiful sign.

– Maybe some coffee?

– With pleasure.

They stood up and walked towards the establishment, and Jan offered to take her large sports bag in his hands.

– What's that? Panties?– he asked, teasing her a little.

– No, not only,– Anna answered, smiling.

She was quite tall and in heels she was now almost level with Jan's height, who was used to communicating with shorter girls, and his wife was below average height. He felt a slight discomfort, which his new acquaintance noticed.

– Are you uncomfortable with tall girls?

– Great, you imagined it,– he said and tried not to think about it anymore.

The cafe was quite prominently located and there were always a lot of visitors here, most often people ordered coffee and went for a walk in the park. But Anna and Jan decided to sit and order coffee.

– Have you already chosen the apartment where you will rent?

– Let's be informal.

– Okay, but do you know exactly where you’ll live, or will you look for it?

– How it goes, maybe I'll stay with a friend for a while, then we'll see. My parents live in the same city, but I categorically don't want to upset them, and what if they say again – "that I'm no good."

– Maybe I should help you with renting a place? This could be done if it wouldn't be too hard to accept my help, I would pay you the first month's rent or two, as it turns out.

– Well, I don’t know, it’s somehow awkward.

– It's uncomfortable to sleep on the ceiling, and that's normal, so don't think about it. The problem is that it will take time, and it can't be done today or tomorrow

– I understand. I have a friend, she doesn't know my boyfriend, and that's good, she won't nag me that he's like this, he's like that, I don't want to discuss him with anyone.