The office was reeking of body fluids.
I recognized the smell. That and the overwhelming perfume made me sick.
The couch was wet and was in disarray. A black bra poked out from the cushions.
Antonio was sitting behind his desk.
He sat with his back straight. His shirt was slightly wrinkled and his neck flushed red. He was breathing rapidly and looked really uncomfortable.
One of his hands was under the desk and the other hand was clenching his mouse.
I bet Antonio didn’t dare to stand up.
It was hard to say if he had the time to put on his trousers or put his dick back into his trousers.
There were many places that could hide a person in this office. The closet, the bathroom, the restroom…
But Helena would only be hiding in one place.
That was under Antonio’s desk.
Because it gave them the thrill.
“Grace, what brings you here?” Antonio was nervous. The arm
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pinning Helena down pressed down a little.
“You forgot to pick up the kids.” I slowly walked toward Antonio and slowed down my speech rate too. “So, I came over to see if you needed any help.”
Guilty, Antonio was sweating hard.
In this office, nobody could walk up to his desk if he sent the order.
But he couldn’t order me. And with two more steps, I’d be able to see what was going on under his desk.
Our marriage would be over.
“I’m fine. I caught up at work and forgot.” Antonio was fidging.
He was anxious because I was getting closer and Helena was getting restless under the desk.
Antonio’s chest rose and fell more rapidly and he swallowed hard.
However, he kept his eyes wide open to remain eye contact
with me.
He tried so hard to pretend he was working. I chuckled and the tension eased immediately.
At the beginning…
When I first found out about Antonio’s affair, I felt like my world had collapsed. And I thought about taking it up to Antonio and winning him back.
But the man was like an animal. Again and again, he failed to resist the temptation.
He broke his promise and forgot about his responsibilities, throwing them away for the excitement.
I shook my head and smiled. I was laughing at him and myself. He was pretending to still care about me, and I even had second thoughts about my plan last night.
Finally, my love for him died with a snap.
“What’s the smell?”
I smiled and turned around to open the window for fresh air.
The cold wind blew in the office.
The heat in the room died down a little.
Antonio’s gaze followed me.
“By the way, I’ll see you at the hotel at the anniversary,” I said.
“Why?” Antonio’s voice was raspy.
“Wedding traditions. The couple shouldn’t meet before the wedding.” I paused and stared at his desk as if my gaze could penetrate the wood. I added meaningfully, “Consider it your last bachelor night. Enjoy!”
Instead of taking another step toward Antonio, I turned around and left, closing the door behind me.
The secretary stood by the door and looked at me with sympathy. She looked upset.
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“Mrs. Kaufman…” the secretary whispered.
I was thinking about comforting the poor woman when we heard the voices behind the closed door.
“Helena, I warned you to be careful! How could you do this? If Grace finds out, I’ll end you!”
“Mr. Kaufman, we’ve been together for so long. You honestly believe she doesn’t know? Let’s try something more exciting
tomorrow. OK?”
That was the end of the conservation.
Both the secretary and I stood on the spot. She seemed more upset than me.
Antonio’s voice came through the door with the sounds of slapping and slamming.
“You want it? Take it! Take it all!”
I titled my head up and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes until my eyes turned red–rimmed and tears welled up. Then, I stormed out.
That day, besides Antonio and Helena, everyone in the
Kaufman Group knew that I had come over and found the two in the act. And I’d left in angry tears.
Everyone saw me leaving the Kaufman Group with. d- rimmed eyes and my children.
It was only one day away from our third anniversary.
Nobody dared to go to the press with the news. But surely, they sensed the tension.
A storm was coming.
I went to the airport directly.
The plan was made and the third anniversary gift was prepared a long time ago.
I looked forward to the ceremony.
There were many warm–ups in the past month.
Many celebrities and reporters were invited and were going to
be there.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.