Just as my heart shattered and I went to scream, Mr. Westwood’s hand came over my mouth. His other arm wrapped around my waist, and he held me there for a moment.
“You said you’d be quiet. I need you to follow through on this. I know you want to scream and I know this hurts,” he whispered in my ear. Tears were already falling down my cheeks onto his hand as I tried to nod, my knees feeling weak. He spun me to face him, holding his finger up to his mouth, shushing me. I nodded, swaying slightly before his hands wrapped around my waist. My heart was breaking right in front of these strangers.
I tried to be strong. I tried so hard not to let the dam completely explode just yet, though it had already started cracking and breaking. The tears didn’t get the memo and were rushing to meet his fingers on my cheeks. He removed his hand, giving me the questioning look once more. I took a deep breath, as I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking getting ready to record what was happening right behind me. Mr. Westwood leaned down so his mouth was right next to my left ear, and whispered just loud enough so I could hear.
“Don’t. You don’t want the flash to accidentally turn on. I have security getting the footage from earlier tonight also. The bartender downstairs let me know that,that couple,” he pointed to where my husband, and the beautiful, younger woman, Becky, were fucking in front of me.
“Theycame out of the closet right next to the bar, readjusting their clothing and fixing their hair as the speeches were going on. I don’t have evidence of what happened in there, but this as well as that footage should help if you want to pursue a divorce.” His whispered words were such a comfort. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I kept quiet. I wanted to have thecourage to get a photo or video, but also knew I didn’t want to possibly, accidentally, tip them off to the fact that they’ve been caught. I was thankful that he was getting the footage. I put my phone away, furiously wiping my tears.
“Can I have a copy of the footage?” I inquired quietly as I took a few paces farther away from where they were destroying me with every filthy sound assaulting my ears. He nodded, following me, stepping away from them and closer to me before whispering back to me.
“They have infrared out here on the terrace, just in case. This might be terrible for me to do because I don’t get involved with other people here at the office, but I’ve been cheated on, after trying to fix things,” he paused for a moment, weighing his words, “Everyone at the office knew you were giving him another chance. She made that quite obvious when she kept bugging him, even after having to move teams.”
He let that sink in. When this came to light, I wasn’t going to be the only one who knew. Everyone who knew me would know.
“With this being witnessed, not only by myself, but others, they’ve broken the ‘no fraternization’ policy with the company. I can let them think they’re getting away with it for a while. Say, until the divorce is finalized and you get a nice payout? Or, I can fire them now. Whichever you decide.” I stared at him, letting my eyes unfocus, realizing the decision wasn’t that hard. We’d only been married for six months.
“Burn it all down. I’m getting a lawyer.” I was already letting my mind move through all of the next moves I needed to make.
“I know you’re a physician, and can probably afford your own, but if you’d like, you can use my lawyer. She’s a pit bull in the court room and can get you whatever you need or want from any situation. I would pay any retainer fee to keep her on my side.” I looked at this man who’d just become more to me in less than ten minutes as more than just my soon-to-be ex-husband’s boss. I wasn’t quite sure what, but I knew we’d moved past those former titles. I was busy watching him, trying to find some lie, some hidden motive for being nice to me, and finding none.
“Can I get your number? I’d like that for proof for when I tell our families,” I pulled my phone out, handing it to him as I wiped the tears that wouldn’t seem to stop, even as I kept my voice low and tried to move my mind back to strategy mode.
“I also need that evidence to give my whatever lawyer I hire. If your offer is good, I’d like to meet with your lawyer also. But, I need to head home now. I need to start getting ducks in a row and with the stupid weekend having started already, I know no one is available for the next couple of days.” I lamented, my eyes puffy, my heart hollowing out as their sounds continued while we walked back inside.
The lump in my throat and the emptiness in my heart were too much. I needed to be away from hearing or seeing anymore. I needed to be somewhere safe where I could break. I took my phone back from him, slipping it into my purse as my brain started to function and my subconscious came out of hypersleep.
How could I be dumb enough to think we could reconcile? To think he could quit her?
Clearly, he’d quit herso well, so thoroughly, they werefuckingnow. Or again. I wasn’t sure which, to be honest. And I had to keep telling myself I didn’t care.
“Call me Clint. We’re going to be partners now,” he said, holding his hand out for me to pass back through the door. I stepped through, grateful for the dampening of the passionate, rhythmic sounds from outside. Right as the door closed, I heard my husband shout.
“Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming inside you!”
We hadn’t even done that because I wanted to wait a few years before having kids.
What a fucking joke.
Chapter Seven:
Caleb’s POV
My phone buzzed with a text during dinner. I ignored it, focusing on my wife. She was my focus. She was the reason tonight was going to be wonderful. She was always so kind and so conversational with everyone at the table. We had just finished our main course when I felt it again. My damn phone. Then it rang with a call and another text, moments after I’d asked my wife if she wanted any kind of dessert. I tried to ignore it, but the phone felt like a hundred pound weight in my suit jacket’s inside pocket. I saw it was an unsaved number, but the name associated with the texts was one I shouldn’t have answered.
Becky.
I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I went to her. I tried to tell her that this couldn’t happen. I tried to tell her that I couldn’t do this anymore to my wife. She got in my face, pissed me off, and then challenged me. It was weird how she got me so riled up. It was like I had no control over my body. Before I knew what was happening, we were fucking on the terrace.
It went from a confrontation, me telling her to leave me alone, to hot, angry fucking. I wasn’t even sure how things progressed so quickly. I just knew we were trying to keep our heated exchange quiet, were in each other's faces, and then we were all over each other. Hands were gripping and clawing, mouths were fighting for dominance, and then my cock was inside of her.
Then I stupidly came inside of her. It felt good. The best way to end sex. I’d never done it before, but I knew I had to makesure she got plan b. I needed to quietly get an STI test done. I didn’t use protection.
I’d left my wife alone for a little while to call back my mother. At least, that’s what I told her. If she asked, I had to handle awork issue.One that took longer than expected, and wouldn’t be an issue anymore. I was confident in that.
When I came back in to join the party, though, my wife was nowhere to be found. I searched the dance floor, where the tables were on the second floor balcony. I even went and checked the Terrance’s again. I couldn’t find her. I was feeling much better, though, definitely more relaxed than I was earlier.
Man, what a little fresh air can do, I thought to myself as I looked around the crowd for her. In the end, I asked someone if she would mind checking the bathrooms for me. Just as I was getting ready to call her to ask where she had run off to, Sade, my boss’ aide, came up to me.
