Page 30 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“There’ll be plenty of time to tell her.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I click my heels and salute him. “May I please go now?”
Malone shakes his head and grins at me. “You may, little girl. Behave.”
When I get to my car, I take a moment to think whether I should break my promise and at least tell Steve about this. Shouldn’t I?
I keep on going back and forth in my head as I start driving. Without thought, I head toward where Steve’s offices are located, which is in the opposite direction of where I should be going if I was heading home from dad’s house.
The ride there is not as long as I need it to be. I sigh when I park and notice that Steve’s assistant is here even though it is lunch time. Steve is usually on one business meeting or another during this hour, but apparently not today.
I get out of the car and slowly walk to the front door. I am still wondering what I should or shouldn’t tell Steve about the money situation. He is a very successful financial advisor, so I know he will help me with it once I have it.
If I don’t tell him about it now but later, will he think that I broke his trust?
In that same respect, if I do tell him now, will I be breaking Malone’s trust? Worse yet, my father’s?
I don’t even realize when I go through the automated doors and inside the building. The front desk receptionist gives me a warm smile. She’s always been so nice.
“Emily,” she greets me. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”
“I just happened to be in the neighborhood,” I smile in passing, not wanting to stop and chat with her like I normally do. I just don’t have the patience for it today.
“Oh, did you work today?”
“Not today,” I wave her off. I’m getting a weird vibe from her, like she’s trying to stall me.
“Uh, Emily, he is in a…” she gets up and runs toward me just as I open the door to Steve’s office. “Meeting,” she finishes almost out of breath.
It is too late. First thing my eyes see is Steve’s bare ass as he is banging his assistant into the desk.
“I’m so sorry,” I hear the receptionist whispering from behind me.
I am frozen in the doorway, barely breathing. The lack of oxygen must be affecting my thought process, too. Had anyone asked me how I’d react about this before, I’d have sworn that I’d be capable of murder.
But now, here I stand, watching my boyfriend of two years fucking his assistant on the desk in his office, and I just want to leave and never see him again.
So, that’s what I do. I grab the handle of the door and gently back out of the room, closing the door behind me.
“Emily,” Steve’s receptionist tries to get my attention.
“You don’t need to tell him I was here,” I smile at her. Not her business what her boss was doing in his office, but it’s obvious she was in the know about it. Hell, for all I know, she was next on Steve’s desk, legs wrapped around his hips.
They can have him, I decide on the spot.
I walk back to my car at a normal pace, just as if nothing happened. When I am situated in the driver’s seat, I make sure to put my seatbelt on before starting the engine and getting back into the traffic.
The calmness taking over my being is almost scary. Why am I not heartbroken?
Deep down, I know why. My relationship with Steve had run its course at a basic level. Sex was boring, and almost non existent for months now. I thought it was because Steve was incredibly busy at work. Now I understand that it was only because he was getting it from somewhere else.
I make it home in record time. When I grab my cell phone from the cup holder, I notice four missed calls from him. The receptionist must’ve told him I stopped by. That I saw him and his assistant.
I grab my purse and go into the house where I start throwing into a box the very little stuff he has here. Actually, now that I see how sad the contents of the box are, I realize that it’s nothing I need to worry about. It’s all garbage.
Just like Steve.
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