Page 150 of An Inconvenient Marriage
But what else was I to do?
Laughing, albeit a bit crazed, was far better than crying.
And although I might have had something to cry about, I wasn’t going to do it in public.
I’d wait until I was home where I could tell Anthony all about how the conniving little Fiona stole the Cunningham event from me and got me fired.
Well, that’s not one hundred percent correct. I got myself fired when I threw a stapler at her and accused her of sleeping with the boss to get the contract.
Not my finest moment, I admit.
But something unexplainable came over me when an event I’d been working on for almost six months was just yanked away from me. And then to add insult to injury, they gave it to the new girl with zero freaking experience.
The thought alone had the backs of my eyes stinging just as a terrifying bolt of lightning cracked through the almost black sky.
With a jolt, I blinked the tears away then quickly lowered my hand and hurried inside my apartment building.
I didn’t need the wrath of Thor or whoever else I angered by flipping off the clouds.
I’d had enough drama to last me two lifetimes, thank you very much.
With my arms crossed tightly over my chest, I made my way to the apartment where Anthony and I lived. Things between us might have been a bit… distant lately, but I knew he’d at least allow me to vent about my day and if I was really lucky, his head wouldn’t be stuck in whatever he was working on and he’d comfort me a little.
Heaven knew I could do with a whole lot of comfort.
Normally, when things went south in my life, my bestie Natalie was the first person I’d call, but she’d been so busy living her best damn life with her new job and her infuriatingly sweet husband, I didn’t want to bother her.
Besides, I did not need another visual of him unable to keep his hands to himself without caring who was watching.
Because that only reminded me that Anthony and I didn’t have that can’t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other relationship. We never had. But that didn’t mean there was no chemistry.
Or did it?
I reached our door before I could explore the thought any further. And as I made my way into the apartment, I decided there was nothing to explore, anyway. I had a shitty day and my thoughts reflected that. That’s all there was to it.
Holding on to that, I toed off my soggy shoes and shrugged out of my wet jacket. I was halfway done with my sweater when a loud groan echoed down the hall.
Immediately followed by, “Oh fuck, yes. Just like that.”
Now I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Anthony didn’t watch porn, ever. He was a guy, after all. Plus, he’d been on me to watch it with him. “For inspiration,” he’d said.
At the time, I couldn’t find the words to tell him how watching it made me feel like I wasn’t enough of a turn-on for him. That I wasn’t enough to get him off.
Another deep groan sounded, pulling me from my thoughts.
Maybe it was time to try something different. Could be good for me after the morning I had.
Quickly stepping out of my wet clothes, I made my way to the main bedroom. I pulled the elastic from my hair and gave the damp strands a quick shake before gently pushing open the door.
Nothing on this earth could have prepared me for the image in front of me. Nothing.
Anthony was half bent over the bed. There was a woman on the mattress in front of him, her bright red lips wrapped tightly around his length. And if that wasn’t enough, there was another woman behind him doing…somethingto his ass.
The scene shocked me so much, it took five full seconds for me to find my voice.
“What the hell?”
Three sets of eyes landed on me at the same time and to my horror, neither one of the women stopped what they were doing.
