“I can’t do the mommy thing. Sorry. It’s kind of gross,” he would say and vanish from the room, sometimes from thehouse.
In hindsight, things took a different shape. He must have been having an affair then. After all, he hadn’t rejected her when she was pregnant with Dani. On the contrary, Bob had insisted on having sex up to a couple of weeks before deliverydate.
She cut her stare to the noteagain.
Son of abitch.
Both her husband and thewoman.
Mostly herhusband.
That Wilma person probably had nothing to lose. Moira bet she was fascinated by Bob. The bastard could be charming when he chose to. Certainly, his thriving business played a part in the other woman’s fascination with a married man, father of two smallkids.
Maybe the woman didn’t know he had afamily.
Rereading the scrawls on the note, Moira was appalled to find out that Wilma was aware of Bob’s marital status. She didn’tcare.
Apparently, neither didhe.
“I’m wearing those anal beads you gave me. They remind me of your thick cock inside my ass, filling me, stretching me, making me come like no other man has everdone.
I’m so glad prude Moira doesn’t know how to treat her man. Because I get to show you how much I wantyou.
My first andonly.
My forbiddenlover.
Every time you walk by my desk, I squirm and wish I could barge into your office, sit on your face like I dream of doing. I’d love to have your tongue lapping me, your lips sucking me, while the staff go about their business. The thrill of risking being caught alone would make me come all over your gorgeous face. Earlier today, I had to lock myself up in the toilet and get off on myfingers.
Twice.
Counting the minutes until tonight, mystud.
Your little sex slave,Wilma.”
Moira frowned as a memory stirred to life in the back of her mind. It could not be right,though.
Or couldit?
She grabbed her phone, which had been lying on top of the washing machine, and logged into her social media account. She scrolled down her photo albums until she found the one with pictures from last year’s Christmas party at Bob’s office. Her stomachdropped.
That couldn’t beright.
She opened an internet browser, and a few clicks later, she set the phone aside and stared intospace.
Shit.
The idea was almost too disgusting to be believed, but she couldn’t deny facts. There was only one person called Wilma working at Mathias & Fernandes Ltd. now. Wilma Fernandes, Silvio Fernandes’s only daughter. Wilma was Bob’s partner’s daughter, who had started as an intern at the office, a little over a year ago, when she turnedeighteen.
Fuck!
The pictures Moira had been tagged in, from two months ago, did not leave room for much doubt. Wilma Fernandes, a stunning brunette, was going to have a baby. If Moira remembered their conversation at the party correctly, Wilma said she couldn’t reveal who the father was, but she expected to do so verysoon.
Son of abitch!
Bob had knocked up his partner’s barely-legal only daughter. And he was leading the girl on because he had never mentioned divorce to Moira. Unless he planned on keeping both families. Moira doubted he would be up for that. She also didn’t believe Silvio would be happy with that arrangement. And it wouldn’t be advisable to cross a person like SilvioFernandes.
The term Mafia boss came to mind, but Moira had other issues to focuson.
