Page 38 of Grand Love

“Sorry, baby. Not on my watch.” Not if it’s not my orgasm.

I grab a tissue from my desk to clean myself up and then pull my shorts back over my hips and wait.

Benny walks in and I see them talk for a moment, but then he leaves, closing the door and leaving her in the room.

I dial his number.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“She needed a minute.”

“I told you to get her out.”

She places herself back in front of the door and I think she is going to carry on, but then she slides to the ground and holds her face.

What the hell.

“Shall I go back inside?”

“No.” I hang up.

She looks to the ceiling and wipes at her cheek, and I instantly want to go to her.

What’s wrong with her? She was about to come twenty seconds ago.

I don’t know how long she sits there for, on the cold floor of my office, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. But I sit with her, hoping she doesn’t feel as alone as she looks. I sit long after she gets up and puts on her brave face. And I sit long after she leaves.

She always leaves.

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