Chapter 14 Coffee, Tea or Sex
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Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 14
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind willys_digs
Banner by lotr_gal709
Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul
Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281
Chapter 14
Orlando breathed a definite sigh of relief as he watched the woman storm out of the restaurant, smoke pouring off her heels. ‘Poor Viggo,’ he thought immediately. ‘No wonder he doesn’t want to be with that woman.’ He walked over to the table at which she had just left and picked up the cash that was there. It was thirty-eight cents short. Orlando laughed in amusement as he picked up the bill and noticed there was writing underneath where the tip would normally be.
“Don’t mess with my husband you fag,” he read softly to himself. He shook his head in disbelief at the irony. He wondered if she knew her husband liked men. Probably not, he loved her and only her. He decided then that the woman needed some serious mental help, and very soon at that.
The next hour for Orlando went pretty smooth. There was a lull in the constant flow enough for him to take a quick smoke break. So he went outside to get some fresh air, so to speak.
He walked down the side street and pulled out his pack of cigarettes as he did. He lit the tip and inhaled deeply, then he blew the smoke out with just as much force. God how he could of used this an hour ago, just after the incident. He leaned back against the brick building, hidden out of the sight from the entrance to the restaurant and closed his eyes.
He thought back to the conversation he had with Viggo and wondered when the man would call? ‘Shit,’ he thought. ‘What if that bitch comes back? What if Viggo thought he had gotten her to leave for good when she was just biding her time? What if she was now watching him? Waiting in the shadows. Waiting till he got off from work and then followed him home to do god knows what to him?’ Orlando shuddered at the thoughts that his mind had wandered off too. “Shit,” he cussed out loud and shaking his head trying to rid his mind of such paranoia.
Orlando screamed when the hand came down on his shoulder and gripped him firmly. But he immediately stopped when he saw Viggos wry grin.
“Fuck Viggo!” he said shakily, realizing he had dropped his cigarette in his panic. “Don’t ever do that! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he added. “What were you thinking about?’
Orlando snorted loudly, “Your psycho wife.”
“Oh god Orlando, I’m really sorry, but I don’t think she’s crazy enough to do anything to you.”
“Well…you never know,” he said as he tried to light his next cig, his hands still shaking from the shock.
“Here, let me,” Viggo offered steadying Orlando’s hands with his own larger ones.
Orlando relented and let Viggo help him. But he wasn’t sure if his hands still shook from the fright of having Viggo scare him, or the touch of Viggos sensuous hands upon his own.
Viggo smiled as he watched Orlando suck on the white cylinder his lips gripping the end in a sensuous grasp. God how he loved those lips. He remembered how soft they were and how pliant they became when he kissed the young man. He watched those same lips blow the puff of smoke out into the cool air.
“Better?” he asked.
Orlando nodded. “Sorry, I’m a little high strung right now,” he said.
“I am sorry Orlando, really I am,” he said as he leaned up against the wall next to him.
“I know,” he whispered softly back. “I can kind of understand why you and your wife aren’t getting along very well.”
“That’s an understatement,” Viggo laughed.
“She even had the nerve to leave me a note with her bill,” Orlando replied with a grin.
“Oh? What did it say?
“Yeah. She said I should leave you alone because I was a faggot,” his grin widened at the last word. “She doesn’t know about you right? I mean your interest?”
Viggo could only shake his head. “No,” he answered. “No she doesn’t.”
“Thought not,” Orlando replied as he shifted along the wall to see Viggo more clearly. “I thought you were going to call me?”
“I was... I just needed to see that you were alright, for myself.”
“Yeah mate, I’m fine now,” Orlando chuckled. “If you asked me an hour ago, well then that would have been a different story.”
“You seem a little bit calmer then when you had me on the phone,” Viggo said.
“Yeah, it was like she was stalking me or something, really freaked me out.”
“Are you off work now?” Viggo asked wondering if he had time to talk more.
“Nah, I’m just on a break. Why?”
“Well I wanted to talk to you, in private, away from here. Someplace Chloe can’t just show up and make a scene.”
“You really think she may come back?” Orlando asked concern returning to his voice.
“I honestly can’t say Orlando; I just feel it might be safer if we weren’t so out in public.”
Orlando stubbed out his cigarette. “We really shouldn’t be seen together at all,” he answered pointedly.
Viggo ran his hand nervously through his hair. “I know, but I want to see you, please?” he asked.
Orlando stared at him a minute and saw that he was upset just as much as he was, and they really did need to talk more; he wanted to find out who had told her about him and Viggo.
“Sure,” he finally answered. “I’m off at 8:00. Is that a problem?”
“Perfect,” Viggo smiled at him, relieved that he agreed to meet with him.
“Okay than, well I need to get back to work, okay?” he said as he started walking in the direction of the doors.
“I’ll be back at 8:00 then. Thank you Orlando, for agreeing to see me later.”
“Well…don’t get your hopes up or anything,” he replied seriously as he gazed into the blue eyes.
“I’m not really, I’m not,” Viggo answered with as much honesty as he could.
They reached the door and Orlando opened the nearest one. “Thanks Viggo, I do appreciate you making sure I was alright, that your wife didn’t kill me or anything of that nature!”
“You welcome,” he smiled and he turned and walked towards his car. His mood a little lighter than when he first arrived. He hadn’t been sure how well Orlando would receive him after what happened. But he now knew that his imagination was working overtime about the lengths Chloe would go to. And hopefully they would work something out later when he came back.
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Viggo drove home after he had left Orlando and wondered if Chloe would be there? He had told her to go straight there and he would be coming home to talk to her. He knew they would have to have their confrontation soon. He still wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. He had seen her in a raging mood several times during their marriage and it wasn’t a pretty sight!
Viggo pulled into the drive and saw that her Lexus was parked out in front. His shoulders slumped in defeat. It was time. He pulled himself out of the car and walked as steady as he could manage up the stairs and opened the door cautiously. As he closed the door softly behind him, he turned around only to have a hard slap come across his face. The force made him stumble back a bit and he leaned against the door. He brought one hand up to his lip as he felt the blood instantly, her nail having scratched his lip deep.
“You fucking bastard!” she screamed. “How dare you cheat on me; and with a fag as well,” she hissed. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I was stupid?”
Viggo watched as her face contorted as she spat the accusations at him. He saw at that moment how really ugly his wife was. He brought his fingers away from his mouth and looked at the blood on his fingers. “I was going to ask for a divorce,” he replied quietly and quiet calm considering the situation.
Chloe burst out laughing, “How sweet. How utterly sweet. You fuck your little fag boy and then you ask me for a divorce. Well mister, you’ve got a fight on your hands. I’m going to take you for everything you’ve got, and more!”
“You can have it,” he growled finally. “You can have everything, but the dog, I wouldn’t do that to Dana.”
“No,” she stated stonily. “You will get nothing.”
“She’s my dog Chloe,” he stated as he walked up to face her. “You can’t stand her, why would you want her?”
“Because you want her dear,” she grinned slyly.
“You bitch,” he shouted, his spit flying in her face.
Chloe brought her hand back up and went to swing again at Viggo, but he caught her hand just before it struck. He held her wrist tightly in his hand and squeezed it firmly. “You can have whatever you want in this house,” he stated slowly and clearly, but you will not, and I say it again, not have Dana,” as the last word was forced from his lips he released her and walked out the door.
Chloe stared at the door dumbly for a few minutes and then yanked it open and yelled as Viggo got back into his car. “You’ll be sorry you bastard,” she yelled, rubbing her wrist. “And that boy toy of yours will be sorry too.”
Viggo would have ignored her and close the car door, but once she mentioned Orlando, that was a different thing all together. He stalked back to the door and grabbed her by both shoulders. He stared directly in her eyes his face mere inches from hers. “Don’t you ever threaten him again, don’t you ever go see him at his place of work again, or else you will be the one who’s sorry, and I promise you that,” he said sternly. With that said he turned and walked back to the car not looking back as he got in slamming the door before he started the car and sped down the drive.
TBC……
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Date: 2007-07-12 04:13 am (UTC)another fabulous update! loving it!
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Date: 2007-07-16 06:21 am (UTC)Viggo must fight and kick her arse!
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Date: 2007-07-12 11:03 pm (UTC)Will Cloe be making pate as well ........? ***grins!***
Great chapter, thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!
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