Page 65 of Work Wife: Distance


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“Alright, Gabrielle, you need to tell me. Are we together or not? Because I need to know. Otherwise I really didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why the fuck did you tell me like you’re confessing your sins?”

“Because we were playing that game and I wanted to be honest with you.”

“Good for you! Do you feel better?” I ask, turning around again, walking toward my room.

He steps up beside me and tries to slow me down by taking my hand, gently tugging. I rip my hand away again.

“Stop touching me,” I growl.

“Why are you so mad?”

“Who says I’m mad?” I sit down on my bed.

“Nowwho’s being delusional?” he smiles, like this is some kind of joke.

“Get the hell out of my room before I throw something at you.”

“Wow, you areseriouslymad. Are you madbecauseI didn’t stop Sarah completely, or are you mad because I did it with Sarah atall?”

“I don’t fucking care, Lincoln! Do whatever you want.”

“Idid, andclearlyyou’re mad about it,” he responds, way too calm for my liking.

“Okay then.”

“I’m trying to understand what the problem is.”

“I’m just saying you don’t have any self control. You think you did something, and you had thearroganceto walk in hereclaiming that you ‘had self-control’ because you were supposedly thinking about mewhileanother woman was sucking your dick. I mean, do you actually hear how you fucking sound? Is that how you justified half the shit you did when we were married, when you cheated on me?”

“I’m not trying to justify anything concerning what I did to you. What I did to you was wrong. But right now we’re not together. Andbecausewe’re not together, I didn’t really do anything wrong.”

“That’s all that matters to you. That you’re absolved.”

“There’s nothing to be absolved about because I didn’t fuckingdoanything!”

“Then why the FUCK did you feel the need to come in and tell me that shit?”

“I already explained to you why I… ugh, look, I don’t even—”

“Honestly, I really don’t care, Link. Do whatever you want. We’re not together. So you’re right.”

“Does it bother you that I do that with Sarah?”

This man is about to make me go off, because what the fuck kind of question is that?What is wrong with men?

“Get the fuck out, Lincoln!”

“Baby—I mean, Gab—”

“GET THE…FUCK… OUT!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, what did Ido?!”

“NoOooOo, Lincoln! It doesn’t bother me that we’ve been fooling around with each other and you just walked in and told me that the woman youcheatedon me with,whilewe were married and caused us to get divorced,suckedyou off! But it’s all okay because you were ‘thinking about me’whileshe was sucking your dick, you dumb motherfucker!Getthe fuck out! Get the fuck…out!!!!”

I push him, hard, twice, and slam the door in his face.