Neither one of them stops what they’re doing, clearly not even having noticed me in the now wide-open door, too engrossed in the traitorous act they’re committing. I’m frozen in place, speechless, unable to believe what I’m seeing as Tommy fists Miley’s hair and pushes her mouth down his cock repeatedly.
But my frozen state melts away quickly, and all rational thought leaves my mind as I lash out. I quickly step in, grabbing the stapler from the round table in his office to my right, and hurl it at him with a scream.
“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”
I’m not sure if it’s the sound of my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, the movement, or my scream that snaps him out of what they’re doing. But by the time Tommy’s head snaps up to look my way and Miley rips her mouth off his nasty dick, it’s already too late.
The stapler smacks him right in the chin as his head flies back from the impact, and he lets out a startled squeak. Miley yelps next as the stapler drops onto her head before she has time to move out of the way. She scurries away from Tommy, still on her knees while rubbing the top of her head and staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.
Yeah, bitch. You better be fucking scared.
I stomp over to Tommy, ready to scratch the shit out of his face and punch him where it hurts, as he gets to his feet and quickly tucks his limp dick away. “I fucking knew it!” I yell as I go to punch him when I’m close enough, but he shields himself in time, and instead I connect with his arm.
My mind fills with blinding rage as I continue trying to attack him, hitting and scratching him constantly until he finally manages to get the upper hand and grabs me by the biceps with a bruising grip.
I cry out at how painfully he’s holding me and try to get out of his grasp by thrashing my body from side to side and screaming. He shakes me forcefully, making me bite my tongue in the process, and squeezes his fists around my arms tighter until I whimper and stop moving.
“Calm yourself, Emma! You’re acting like a fucking lunatic!” he spits in my face with anger.He’s angry!? HE’S ANGRY!?
Miley finally gets up from the ground beside us and tries to escape, but Tommy pins her with a glare. “No, stay. We’re not done here.”Oh my fucking God! Are you kidding me!? This has to be some sick fucking joke!
“Are you fucking serious right now!? You want her to stay after I just caught you with your dick down her throat!?”
“You, be quiet. We aren’t discussing this here. You’ve caused enough of a scene already. Your behavior is unacceptable, Emma, even for you. Don’t ever show up in my office unannounced like that again,” he growls through his teeth, and my eyes widen, not out of fear, but out of disbelief once more. “Now go home and wait for me there like you’re supposed to do. We’re going to have averylong talk about your actions when I get home.”
I laugh hysterically as he finally lets me go and pushes me back slightly.This can’t be real. I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only explanation.I grip the hairs at my scalp, unable to process properly what the fuck is going on while Tommy goes over to Miley and takes her in his arms. He looks her over like she’s the one who needs comforting right now.
I can’t fucking believe this. I just can’t.
“I said go, Emma! Now!” he shouts at me again when he notices I’m still standing there in complete shock.
I take a step back, laughing once more as I continue to stare at them. I’m not even sure I’ve blinked a single time since I’ve entered this room. It’s like my mind can’t wrap itself around everything that just happened. I step back again and again until my back hits the wall. The murmurs from out in the hall bring me out of whatever this strange, bewildered state is, and I quickly spin on my heels and storm out.
He wants me to go. Fine, I’ll go. But he’s not going to like this outcome.
Rushing past everyone gathered around and wondering what’s going on, I hurry toward the front entrance, not paying them a single glance. I’m too angry to deal with anyone else right now. Except my path gets blocked right before I can make it to the doors.
“Sunflower? What’s going on?” My father stops my escape with his hands on my shoulders, worry shining in his eyes as he looks from me and then behind me toward Tommy’s office, where everyone must still be standing around.
I shake him off, stepping out of his hold and to the side with a snort. “You want to know what’s going on? Go ask your buddy Tommy and his mistress,” I tell him harshly and walk past him, finally making it out the front doors. I don’t mean to be rude to my father, but right now I’m just overflowing with rage to the point that I don’t even think I could contain it if I tried.
The moment I step outside, another incredulous laugh leaves my lips when I’m hit with the downpour happening above me. “Of fucking course! Just my goddamn luck!” I shout up at the sky, flapping my arms at my sides.
Stomping down the few steps and over to my car, I nearly slip on ice thanks to the cold November weather we’ve been having mixed with the rain. I grip my door handle just in time before falling on my ass, then rip it open and hurry inside. I’m already soaking wet, my favorite pair of heels is more than likely ruined, and I probably look like a fucking nutcase right now.
Just fucking great!
My tires screech against the asphalt as I speed down the road, going over the limit and passing through red lights and stop signs. I know my driving right now is reckless, but clearly, I’ve lost my mind if that wasn’t obvious yet.
I can’t fucking believe him! After two fucking years. Twofuckingyears of me doingeverythingfor him, and this,THISis how he pays me back!? And how fucking dare he act like I’m the issue, like I’m in the wrong for showing up at his work!? He’s the one cheating on me, not the other way around!
God, I feel like such an idiot! I freaking knew it. I freaking knew those lipstick stains weren’t mine! And now everyone knows about his traitorous ass! What the hell am I talkingabout? They probably all knew already; that’s why Odette seemed nervous seeing me. She fucking knew he was in there with that bitch Miley and didn’t fucking say shit. God, if I find out my father knew this entire time as well, I might commit murder!
“UGH!!!” I scream, pressing my foot on the gas once more as I reach our house and run over the front lawn, not bothering to park correctly. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR GRASS, DIPSHIT!”
I rip my seatbelt off and whip my door open, then slam it shut as I stomp over to the front of the house. Quickly unlocking it, I send the entrance door flying into the wall, not caring if it left a dent or not, then run up the stairs to our bedroom.
I grab all the luggage and bags I can find from the closet, then throw everything of mine into them carelessly. My drenched strands from the heavy rain outside whip constantly in my face, but I don’t take the time to push them away. I’m too angry to care about anything right now.
