Page 17 of Our Broken Pieces
I make a mental note to take him some sage and a couple pieces of black tourmaline to clear out all the negativity that’s been surrounding him the past couple weeks.
I get to my floor and dig through my bag for my keys. I unlock the door and walk in, slinging my purse on my hook by the door. I kick off my boots and glance around the empty space. My cat, Ethel, slinks in from the living room to greet me. I dump some food in her dish and glance at the kitchen clock. It’s only 8:30. Lewis can’t be in bed already, and he didn’t say anything about going out.
My eyes scan the room, looking down the hall, and that’s when I hear a voice. Then I hear it again. This time, I swear that it’s a woman’s voice.
Oh, hell no.
I tiptoe down the hall and listen. I feel my stomach want to up-heave my dinner when I realize what I’m hearing.
He’s fucking someone in our bed.
I say a silent prayer for forgiveness because I might hurt someone.
Just go ahead and put my face on a Most Wanted poster right now.
Anger rages through me as I open the door and flip on the light.
Then disbelief washes through my body as I freeze in place.
Sabrina.
Sabrina in reverse cowgirl.
Why the fuck do I care what position they are in right now?
No, she wouldn’t betray me like this.
Hewouldn’t betray me like this.
“Oh my God! Gigi.” Sabrina scrambles to dismount Lewis and grabs the sheets—my fucking sheets—to cover herself.
“What the absolute fuck is going on here?” I yell.
“Gigi, I’m so sorry. It’s just—”
“Shut the fuck up, Sabrina.” I turn to Lewis, who is getting dressed. Face with no expression, no remorse. “Lewis, what the hell?”
“Sorry, Gigi.”
“Sorry? That’s it? You’re fucking my employee in our bed and you say ‘Sorry’?”
“What else am I supposed to say?”
“Fuck if I know, but you should probably start talking.”
He looks at me. “We never should have moved in together.”
“What does that mean?”
“We’re different people, Gigi. This was a mistake.”
“You’re kidding me. You’re an absolute asshole.”
“Call me whatever you want. At least I have the balls to say this has been over longer than you care to admit.”
“Why did you have me move in here, then? If this was all ‘over’, why did you say yes?”
“To shut you up.” He shakes his head. “My family told me this was a bad idea, that you weren’t marriage material, but I didn’t listen.”
