He Cheated So I Did Too With My Obsessive Boss

back when I froze. There she was-the same woman I'd seen with Richard in Hawaii. I could see her

t, not thought-when Brooke

u been? I've been looki

confused about wha

cup. "Gettin

've been acting strange lately, Payt

ng over Brooke if I could st

e in your office-not

nking my arm throu

past me just as I turned into the driveway. I frowned. We rarely had vi

and glanced back toward

was waiting ri

y," he said, a nervous

oward the wide glass windo

f his head. "Huh? Just

ped my bag on the cons

n my upper arms. "I know we agreed-no late vis

econds. "Is there something y

p to cup my face. "Actually, yes. We're g

all

ar-my weak spot-and he whispered, "Your beautiful body

vulnerability, the heat-it felt like the o

eating. Me cheating. The lies stacking hi

his face. "Why don't we wait un

concern flickering. "Baby,

tired from work.

tonight." He pressed one

go, freshen

om, closing the door behind

ything pressed dow

er, bubbles clinging to my skin, bu

ay his eyes darkened with raw hunger every time they locked on mine. A small, secret smi

there was

and. And that woman-his lover-had the nerve to show up at my work

wel, and slipped into my silk robe. Grabbing my phone from th

ave you found? Not qu

s, originally from Germany. Not much yet, but

deep breath. Time to face the

y favorite red wine. Soft, slow music played in the background, the kind we used to d

," he murmured, press

nks,

e first time we met-him nearly running me over in the parking lot because he was late for some important meeting. How he'd jumped out of the car, wide-eyed and apologe

Tedd

it?" Richard's vo

e wh

e f

inely curious. "What's the occasion? It's

d took my left hand, his thumb

o work." His eyes were soft, sincere. "Business has taken too

ess.

performance. His eyes looked earnest, almost

y handsome tonight

when we were new and stupid in love. The first real laugh I'd heard from him in three years. My heart lurched.

is pho

aughter dying as if it had never existe

he said, already stan

p his voice low. Every few seconds he glanced back at me and fl

n't f

t was her-that bitch

on't know what game he is playing or what he thinks all this is all about but I wil

e really? And what

n to eat, it was clear he wasn't himself. After the pho

ng?" I asked. concer

issues," he said quietly. "I'

eattle. He was going to see her again. I cou