JACK
The overpowering scent of perfume offended Jack’s senses. He tucked his face into the fold of the sofa in order to escape. He desperately needed fifteen more minutes, and he would have had those fifteen minutes had he not felt a hand softly caressing his balls.
“Mmm…Vic,” he groaned as she straddled him.
“No, Jack, not Vic,” a feminine voice crooned.
Jack’s eyes flew open. The sight of Katlin straddling him topless was completely paralyzing. When Jack’s office door suddenly opened and Victoria stepped inside, Jack clutched his chest. The pain was so severe. He just knew that he was having a heart attack. Surely, he was dying. Judging by the look in his wife’s eyes, permanent paralysis had also just become a very strong possibility.
With his free hand, Jack shoved Katlin off of him. He didn't even look down when she hit the floor. She wasn't his concern. Jack needed Victoria to understand that he would never cheat on her.
“Victoria...baby, this is not what it looks like.”
Jack couldn't believe the movie line that had just flown out of his mouth, but he had no idea what else to say. He could feel the sweat accumulating on his forehead. He was just caught red-handed, doing something that he hadn't really done.
When Katlin picked herself up off the floor, she had the nerve to flash a venomous smile. Was this bitch crazy? Even if she didn't have the good sense to be afraid for herself, Jack was afraid for her. Hell, he was afraid for himself, and Victoria loved him. But there was no love lost between Katlin and Victoria. Jack wasn't worried about his wife hurting him. Losing her would hurt more than any physical pain.
“Sweetheart, listen to me. This is not what it looks like.”
Without acknowledging anything that he was saying, Victoria closed the door. Jack stood slowly, still clutching his chest. He knew, without a doubt, that he had to get Katlin out of there.
“Get your fucking clothes on!” he snapped.
“No, no, no, Jack. She’s fine the way she is,” Victoria said in a soft, but deadly tone. “She’s beautiful.”
“Victoria…please.”
Victoria looked Jack right in the eye. “Get out,” she hissed.
“Victoria,” he said in a tone meant to warn.
“Jack, imagine this situation in reverse.”
“Fuck!” Jack exclaimed.
He pictured himself walking into Victoria’s office, finding some naked motherfucker on top of his wife.
With great reluctance, Jack moved toward the door. Before he left, he turned and looked at Katlin. He tried to warn her with his eyes. The poor idiot had no idea who she was fucking with. Victoria was not to be trifled with.
“Katlin—” he started.
“Get…the…fuck…out,” Victoria gritted as she walked toward him.
Jack’s eyes narrowed at her tone. If she hadn't just walked in on him with a naked woman on top of him, he would've taken her over his knee. But she did, so he got the fuck out.
Victoria slammed the door behind him. Jack heard the lock click. He didn't know what came over his new assistant, but he wasn't gonna get any answers now because his wife was about to beat the hell out of the stupid woman.
For five long minutes, Jack listened to the sound of furniture bumping, Victoria’s profanities, and Katlin’s pleas for mercy. He sent a silent prayer to God to stop his wife from killing the woman in his office. The prayer wasn't for the benefit of his assistant, but for Victoria. Although she could be hard as nails at times, the remorse from taking a life would surely wound her.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Storm?” Karen asked from her desk.
“No,” Jack responded honestly.
To Jack’s relief, the door finally flew open, and his disheveled wife walked out. Her hair was a mess, and her pantsuit was ruffled, but she didn't have a scratch on her. Victoria walked right past him, tucking her blouse into her pants. She approached Karen’s desk.
“Karen, get that bitch an ambulance!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Karen responded. She picked up the phone while doing her best to suppress a smile.
Jack started to approach Victoria, but he thought better of it. Letting her leave was the best possible course of action. However, her steps halted just as she was about to turn the corner. When she turned her head and looked back at him, he froze.
“Go in there and fire that bitch!”
Jack nodded his head and quickly agreed.
“Okay, baby. Consider it done.”
With that, she disappeared around the corner.
