I don't care

Part 16

"I DON'T CARE JUST GET ME MY PHONE!" Lindsey yelled exasperated beyond the point of belief at the receptionist.

"Sir i have explained to you that we do not allowed mobile devices in the resort." The receptionist reiterated calming.

"Resort?! It's like being in fucking prison!" Lindsey scoffed.

"We're very sorry to hear that sir," the manager came over and relieved the now slightly frightened receptionist. "What can we do to make you're stay more pleasant?"

"YOU CAN GIVE ME MY FUCKING PHONE!" Lindsey screamed.

"Phones are returned to guests on their departure." The manager said, his tight lipped smile fixed in place.

"I want to check out." Lindsey said glaring at the man.

"As you wish sir but cell phones are stored off the premises to limit our guests exposure to harmful radiation."

"This whole fucking country runs on nuclear power and i can't use my phone because of radiation?!" Lindsey yelled laughing manically. It had been 3 days and he was already going stir crazy. When Kristen said they were going to Paris she'd missed out a few significant details.

They were on the outskirts of Paris at some new health spa/couples retreat her friends had been just dying to try. The minute they'd arrived everyone's cellphones had been confiscated and after escaping a group therapy session and unequivocally refusing to participate in any more, Lindsey had spent the rest of the time begging and trying to bribe his phone off every receptionist.

"Yes. Your cell phone cannot be returned until the next set of guests depart tomorrow. Do you still wish to check out?" The manager asked curtly.

"No." Lindsey. "I'll do it in the morning, what time do 'the set' leave?" He asked sarcastically.

"11am sharp." The manager said. "And in the meantime sir, might i suggest some of our anger management therapy."

"Fuck off." Lindsey said and stormed over to the elevator.

Fucking Kristen and her ridiculous ideas. Stevie was going to fucking kill him. He'd told her he'd call her the minute he landed. Shit. This whole thing was already a disaster. God he missed her. An hour alone with his wife and he wanted Stevie more than he wanted to breathe. God he missed her voice, her face, her shy little smiles and her seductive glances. He was so in love with her and he was only now realising it. It clouded every choice he made, he did everything just to spend time with her.

He reached their room and Kristen accosted him before he could even get through the door.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Kristen screamed, her nice facade was strictly limited to when they were in public, now she was back to her crazy bitch self.
"YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT ON A GROUP SESSION!"

"A GROUP SESSION!" Lindsey screamed. "What the fuck are we doing here Kristen? Are you actually serious about this therapy shit?"

"What if i was?" Kristen said softly coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You'd be more insane than i thought." Lindsey scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Why can't we just get along?" She sighed and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"You're so tense baby, let me take care of you." Kristen said pushing gently to sit on the edge of the bed and getting on her knees in front of him.

"I don't want that." Lindsey sighed and tried to push her away.

"Yes you do," Kristen whispered seductively, undoing his pants and taking his length in her hand.

He let her stroke him and he closed his eyes as her mouth closed around him and she started to bob up and down. God she was awful at this. After Stevie, he couldn't deal with bad blow jobs and he pushed her head away. She looked up at him in surprise.

"Take your clothes off. Get on the bed." He demanded. She smirked doing as he told and he bent her over the bed, thrusting into her swiftly. She was no where near as good as Stevie but at least her pussy was still kind of tight. She slapped her ass and pounded into her hard, groaning as he closed his eyes.

"Fuck Lindsey." She moaned and he put his hand over her mouth to stop her making any sound. He was trying to imagine it was Stevie and her voice was putting him off. Her slammed into his wife as thought of Stevie's perfect breasts, he tried to imagine feeling them, bouncing them, pinching her nipples until they were hard. He moved faster within his wife and heard Stevie's breathy moans in his head, her screams, her begging him for more. He pictured her biting her lip, looking up at him with those big eyes of hers, mouth opening and cheeks flushing as she came and he exploded in a orgasm. Pulling out quickly he walked to the bathroom to clean himself off.

"That's it?" Kristen huffed as she fell onto the bed completely unsatisfied.

"Yeah. Much less tense now. Thanks. See you later." He said heading for the door. He went straight to the outside bar and set about getting out of his mind drunk. He hated having sex with Kristen but he needed the release after he'd gotten so worked up about his cell phone.

"Hey, hey!" He slurred at the barman. "How much for you to get me a cell phone?"

"Sorry sir," The barman said with a strong french accent. "Phones are not permitted on the premises for staff either."

"If i snuck off the premises, how far is the nearest town?" Lindsey sighed.

"The is a little village 20 minutes away. A town? 5 hours." The barman said.

"For fucks sake," Lindsey groaned and took another shot. He just wanted to hear Stevie's voice.

"Can you change the music?" Lindsey asked suddenly and the barman nodded.

"What would you like sir?"

"Fleetwood Mac."

The barman played around at the bar computer and Stevie's voice began to pump out of the speaker system.

Now here you go again
you say you want your freedom
Well, who am i to keep you down?
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness

Loneliness was all he felt without her. Stevie. He took signalled for more liquor and settled down in his seat. This was going to be a long night.