Page 6 of Fourth Point Of Contact

Tears filled my eyes, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t force my feet to carry me away from the cliché before me. “Why?”

That was all I could say. The only thing that came to mind was him wrapped around my body just last night, holding me as he promised to love me forever. Did he ever mean it? Did he ever really love me, or was I just a guilty pleasure he would eventually tire of?

“Piper, we should talk.” He finally pulled his dick from her, scrambling to pull up his pants.

However, the harlot on the table just rolled her head to look at me, not at all scandalized that she was lying naked on the table. “James, I thought you said you were getting rid of her?” Then her eyes roamed over my clothes, taking in how lacking I was compared to her posh English clothing that was now scattered on the ground. The material would be wrinkled, for sure, but that brought me little pleasure at the moment.

“I…I don’t understand.”

The woman sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the table as she crossed them at the knee, showing off her silky garters. Her chest was facing me, her tits perky and red from his beard scraping against her skin.

The very same marks I used to love seeing on myself.

God, I felt sick. I pressed my hand to my stomach, still standing there staring at his lover. “How long?”

“Piper,” he sighed, looking down at his feet as he shoved his hands on his hips. “I was going to tell you.”

My jaw dropped open. He was going to tell me, which meant this had happened more than once. “You go to London once every few months…” I trailed off, trying to count how many times he’d probably screwed her over the past two years…No, three years. I was such an idiot.

Anger brewed inside me as I turned and stomped out of the office, straight to my desk. By now, everyone was staring at me. They knew what I’d walked in on, and if they weren’t sure by now, the tears on my face confirmed what they all suspected was happening.

I jerked my desk drawer open and gathered what little personal effects I had, but before I could slam the drawer shut, James grabbed my arm, turning me to face him.

“Please, Piper. Can we discuss this?”

“Discuss how you’ve been fucking another woman for three years?”

His eyes flitted around the room at the spectators. “Not here,” he growled.

“Oh, not here, where everyone can see? You don’t think they all knew you were in there fucking her after you proposed to me last night?” I laughed humorlessly. “Of course, you probably didn’t announce to anyone that you put a ring on my finger and promised me forever when your sex toy was in the conference room. Silly me, they already knew about her. I was the only one naive enough to think you actually loved me.”

He ground his teeth, clearly irritated that I was making a spectacle. “Piper?—”

“It’s okay. Really. I’m glad I found out now instead of after I hired people to play my parents at our wedding so I wouldn’t embarrass you. Thank God about that, right?” I snorted. “You should be grateful, too, that you won’t have to deal with a drunk escorting me down the aisle.”

“That has never been an issue,” he snapped.

“No? Then what was it? Do I not dress fancy enough for you? Or maybe you don’t like the fact that I wouldn’t service you at the office.” I spun and faced everyone else, who were staring at me in shock. “That’s right! I know you all thought I was giving him midday blowjobs, but in reality, I never let him touch me athis desk! The position of office whore is open to anyone else who wants the job. I’ll even throw in the ring!” I announced, sliding it from my finger. Then I frowned and put it back. “On second thought, I think I’ll save this beauty as a souvenir. Maybe I’ll even sell it one day and make a tiny profit.” Turning back to him, I grinned. “I know you spared no expense. Think of it as a payoff for services rendered.”

I slammed the drawer shut and walked around him, storming out of the office. I heard him calling for me, felt his feet pounding on the floor as I made my way to the elevator. I refused to stop. His fingers brushed against my arm, and I didn’t think as I turned around and swung hard, slamming my fist into his face just like my defense instructor taught me.

The crack as my fist hit his nose sent a satisfying thrill through me. Even better was when blood gushed down his pristine white shirt. Sighing, I smiled and looked around the office one last time.

“It’s been wonderful knowing all of you. Fuck off!”

I turned on my heel and stepped onto the elevator as the doors opened. One of the board members was just getting off and looked to me before his eyes slid to James. Yeah, let him explain that one.

As I spun around, it suddenly hit me that I had nowhere to go since giving up my apartment. But one thing was clear, I wasn’t ready to step a single foot back into the apartment I shared with this asshole. What I needed was a drink.

4

PATRICK

I rolledVira over in bed and slid between her legs again, but she pushed at my chest, getting out from under me. I sighed, knowing what was coming before she said a word.

“You should go home.”

She tugged a pink silk robe around her body and tied it shut as she walked over to her dresser and tugged out some clean clothes. I watched the silk brush against the back of her thighs and wondered what it would take to get her back into bed. I’d had no luck, as of yet, getting her to stay in bed.

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