Chapter 3
FELIX
Reality seemed to melt away, my thoughts disjointed as I watched the crew congregate around my wife, freely giving their praise and accolades.
They weren’t forced. My wife was widely respected and garnered devotion wherever she put her energy and time.
I’d foolishly forgotten.
The past couple of years had been tough, with her shine placed solely on our sons, where I felt unseen, unwanted and neglected. So, I searched for that validation in all the wrong places.
Now, starkly thrust back in her glow once more, I knew how cheap that artificial imitation was. No soul, no life, no love.
I was going to be sick.
That was when my wife pulled away from the crowd and made a beeline for me, our colleagues giving us a second to be alone. I wish they wouldn’t.
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, the crash resounding off the lifeless office walls.
Ruination. That was what I was.
“Well, don’t expect me to 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.
When she bent over and slipped her little thong off, I snapped.
“It’s. Over,” I reiterated.
Heather clucked, advancing with her panties hanging off one finger. “You can’t just cut me out like that, Bossman. You can’t just treat me like trash as soon as your perfect wife steps back in.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I won’t,” she said with full-blown confidence. It was a threat. A subtle one, but deathly all the same.
I was shaking, utterly lost. “What do you want?”
“You.”
I flinched, crashing into a filing cabinet behind me. Heather took advantage by pushing her thong into my jacket pocket whilst simultaneously grazing her opposite hand over my dick. Which was shamelessly hard. I couldn’t help but release a pained grunt.
Please, no. God, no.
“One more time,” Heather whispered over my neck, her tone filled with delight as she continued to rub my cock. “One last hurrah to get each other out of our systems, then, I promise I won’t say a word to anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”
My lungs were spasming, on the verge of hyperventilating. I hated her, but I hated myself more.
She was promising the forbidden when I already had paradise waiting at home.
As I went to push Heather away, she totalled me with her final strategic play. “Unless…you don’t want it to be a secret? And you want me to tell everyone.”
Her directive was loud and clear. I either fuck her then and there, or she was going to scream our transgressions from the rooftops.
My palm raised to cover her mouth to cease the infectious words polluting my thought process.
Blood rage tunnelled forth, spiralling and cultivating into dreaded bloodlust. I wanted to destroy her, and my cock was in agreeance for all the wrong reasons.
I didn’t have a hope in hell when she pivoted her head and sucked on my thumb, following the wet, hot drag with a nasty bite on the end.
Pre-cum seeped from my shaft.
I shoved her away. “This is the last. Fucking. Time. You hear me? So make it count.”
Heather’s features ignited with lust as she lifted herself on top of the photocopier machine, flashing me that desperate, thirsting pussy. Then she provocatively pulled a condom out of her bra, tearing the corner with her teeth.
“Please, Bossman. You know how much I need your cock. You know I can’t live without it.”
I fumbled with my pants. It was going to be hard, fast and full of animosity.
And just before I was going to give in to the final vestiges of my own self-destruction, two sharp words cut through the room with the force of a detonating grenade, splintering apart my world as I knew it.
“I quit!”
My gaze hit the doorway where my employee, Alicia, stood pale and shocked. Reality warped as she fled, and my brain didn’t reboot in time for me to catch her.