Dated: 20th November, 2021.
Alexa could still recall the details of the night that she met Finn. Moreover, she could recall how he had pretty much ignored her for the woman on his arm, despite her best attempts at prying his attention away. It wasn’t as if she intentionally went out to get between anyone and their marriage - as heinous as she liked to pretend she could be sometimes, it wasn’t in her nature to be that callous, and when she’d explained the situation to one of her friends ( aptly chosen because she lived far away and would never meet the people in question ), she described it as somewhat of an infatuation with him. Or, an infatuation with the fact that no matter how many events they ran into each other at, or how many captivating conversations they had, or how evident it was that she was beginning to feel something towards him, he would never give her the same sort of attention he gave his wife.
She watched them sometimes. When the starlets of hollywood milled around, partaking in dull conversations that would likely lead to them fucking just to be featured on the B side of their new album, never to talk again. Then there was Finn and Sarah - he, ever the gentleman, usually had his hand on the small of her back. A gentle reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this world of fame that she knew little about, and it seemed ridiculous to Alexa that something so small could make her so jealous. She knew it was wrong, especially as she had no desire to settle down, but it was that companionship and pandering that she craved that landed them exactly in the position they were in now.
This definitely wasn’t the first time.
As she sat at the bar of some high-class hotel in a town she didn’t even know the name of ( the receptionist would later on tell her it was Lake Havasu ), she awaited his arrival with mixed feelings of guilt, but more dominantly: excitement. After a long time of playing cat and mouse, she had finally caught up to him, and though it wasn’t without risk, the adrenaline of waiting to see him walk through the entrance and having to wait until they were behind closed doors to throw her arms around him, was as usual, running away with her.
Sleep used to be easy to come by, entirely peaceful as it guides Finn to reach a new day refreshed and ready to go through the sequences of his life. To wake up, give his wife a kiss, and prepare his son the right type of morning to further his growth properly. It wasn’t quite this simple anymore, though. Guilt filled each thought that crossed his mind whether it was about his family or the girl he was wanting to be in bed with that night instead. Unlike others that experienced this predicament, though, Finn didn’t have regrets. Maybe that’s what kept him up the most.
It’s not like it was his goal to go out and find someone other his wife that would know the feeling of his hands smoothing over every inch of her body, but that’s just how it came about with Alexa. He’d been used to seeing beautiful woman by then, given his opportunities in the limelight since his career took off, and he prided himself with not looking twice at them or how he could easily break character after scenes of the sort he did in AHS. Lady Gaga herself couldn’t even make him long to be with another woman. Then he met Alexa. It wasn’t obvious at first, especially since he was often with his wife at the time, but over the course of more outings, things were changing. His eyes began to linger for longer, his lips feelings dryer with each look, and his fingers twitching with thoughts of touching her. It was only worse in events where his family wasn’t at his side through it.
Now he knew what it was like. Every moment with Alexa felt like alleviation from any guilt that washed over him whenever they were apart. Coming back to her was the only solace he found short of telling his wife what he was doing. He needed that tonight, needed the way her eyes would light up whenever he came into view. Driving to where they had agreed to meet had his fingers tapping against the steering wheel with exhilaration encouraging each tap, each bite to his lip, and each thrill coursing his veins that could chill his blood and warm it at the same time. Any moment now he was going to walk up to where she sat, stand behind and whisper in her ear so she could only hear as if they were in their own little world.
“Looking a bit dry there.. Care to check out the room service instead?”
