Page 5 of Due Process
Stella’s mischievous blue eyes bore into mine. “Surprise.”
“Surprise, indeed.”
“You don’t seem happy to see me,husband.” She pouted.
A desperate hunger roared to the forefront. Not lust—more longing.When was the last time I was alone with my wife? The last moment we spent quality time together,just us.
“Where are the boys?” I asked.
“My dad’s taking care of everything.”
With ardent need, I grasped Stella’s hands in mine, delicately tracing my thumbs over the backs of hers. “Let’s go home, Stells.”
Her brow furrowed at my forced tone, blatant desperation seeping through each syllable. I wanted her alone, needed my wife to myself. Nothing else mattered.
“I’m not leaving. I just got here. Are you sick, Felix? You don’t look well?” she asked, her palm coming up to my forehead in concern.
“I am. Please,take me home.”
Then, a familiar, nasally voice infiltrated our private interaction, the sacred space between my wife and me.I am definitely going to be sick.
“You really do look unwell, Boss. Maybe you should take five in your office?” Heather suggested, coming up beside us.
My eyes closed so Stella couldn’t see the pain and self-hatred bubbling beneath.
The final hammer of judgement came down on my head when my wife agreed with my mistress. “Yes. Go upstairs and have a breather. I’ll placate everyone down here, since they all came for me anyway,” Stella teased before pushing me towards the exit.
On autopilot, I entered the elevator and made my way to my office.
I didn’t know what to say, what to fucking do, lost in the ether of my own stupidity.
Upset and totally unwarranted, my chaotic feelings clashed together, transforming into pure, seething rage.
It was thick, pumping through my bloodstream in waves of red and black.
I shoved all the contents on my desk to the floor, thecrashresounding off the lifeless office walls.
Ruination.That was what I was.
“Well, don’t expectmeto clean that up,” Heather quipped from the door. I didn’t know she had followed me, but she was the reason I was in that fucking mess.
I advanced on her, my hand raising to tighten around her throat. “How dare you talk to my wife! How dare you approach us!”
Her eyes sparked before she whispered, “Tighter.” I knew that voice, lustful and needy.
I staggered back, my skin searing from her touch. “Get the fuck away from me.”
Heather stepped forward, expression bold. “Make me.”
Oh, hell no.
I shoved past her and blindly stalked down the hallway, searching for reprieve. But she didn’t listen, following me anyway.
I was cornered in the photocopy room, with nowhere left to run.
“Leave me alone. This is over.”
“Is it?” Heather closed the door behind her, then seductively ran her hands up her thighs, beneath that tight suit skirt. As if caught in a trance, my heart rate pumped aggressively higher.
