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I look at my phone so I can avoid eye contact with Kaz. I feel ashamed to admit I have suspicions he’s been cheating on me. I haven't been able to confirm anything around what Corrine had told me. I even snuck some glances at his phone when he was in the shower over the weekend and I couldn’t find any texts from anyone other than his buddies and a couple new work colleagues.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. He’s just busy settling into the new role.”

It’s been a few months since I started at Bolt. Since my first “encounter” in Sebastian’s office, I’ve managed to be cautious about any time we’re spending alone together. He’s asked me to assist him on a number of cases and needs, and each time I’ve been sure to leave the door open. I have a whole list of excuses at the ready in case he needs me to stay late again.

‘My husband has been MIA some nights, I need to go home.’

‘My sister is expecting me to meet her out for drinks.’

‘My dog needs to be let outside.’

All of these of course would be utter bullshit- aside from the part about Nate not being home some nights. I hate to say it’s been nice, because I am a little hard-pressed to believe it’s all work related. But it has been a relief to not expect the sex advances after his binges.

I look over at Sebastian’s office. He’s been leaving the blinds open more lately, which is both nice and a little intimidating. I swear everytime I look over it’s like he’s been waiting for me to glance his way. He’s usually on the phone or on his computer, but he always looks directly at me, with this gleam in his eye that makes me squirm a bit. He still makes me self-conscious, even after all this time has passed.

Kyle, the fellow intern and resident gay hunk of the floor, always seems to catch me when I’m in one of my daydreams. He has been working feverishly the last couple of weeks, and I’d told him we’d go out when he wrapped things up this week.

“Still on for tonight?” Kyle asks. He’d managed to pack up his things and walk over to my desk while I was not paying attention.

“Yeah, of course!” I say. “Let me just wrap up a couple things. I’ll meet you and Kaz there.” I scan my email another time, making sure I’m not leaving anything unanswered before I shut down for the day.

Suddenly I see a message pop up on my desktop. It’s from Sebastian. I click his name and the text opens up on my screen.

‘Going somewhere special, Miss Green?’

I blush. Was he watching me talk to Kyle? Does he always watch me?

‘Hi. We’re just going out to celebrate Kyle’s work on that case with Jamison.’ I start to type out.

I wait. Should I invite him? Would that be weird? Surely he wouldn't want to join a couple of interns and Kaz out for drinks, right?

‘You’re welcome to join us if you’d like,’ I add after a moment. I realize I’m holding my breath. What if he says yes? Will something happen between us again? I glance over his way, he’s smirking and I see his text pop up.

‘No thanks. I don’t like to share when I want something.’

Well fuck. That was cryptic. I can’t look over at him. I know he’ll be watching my reaction. I just gather up my things and write back. ‘Goodnight sir.’ I turn off my computer before I can think more and head toward the elevator.

I need a drink.

Chapter 15

Nate

Riley’s been going out more lately. I don’t like it. I walk into the house and rip my tie off, throwing it on the couch as I stroll past. Walking into our bedroom, I start unbuttoning my shirt. I fucking hate wearing this shit but Lockhart insists. ‘I must look presentable, not dirty’. His words, not mine. It’s all fucking dirty…no fancy tie will ever wash these sins away.

The money and perks however, they make it worth it. Someone’s going to suffer, why should it be me? Sliding into bed, I pull back the covers, fully prepared to fuck my wife awake and find her side empty. It’s fucking 11:00 pm. Where is this bitch? She should be waiting like a good little wifey ready to finish the job some other little bitch started earlier.

My dick is hard and I’m fuming. I pull my phone out, ready to send a text when I hear the front door open and close. A minute goes by and there’s some clanking around in the kitchen.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I yell when I round the corner to find Riley filling a cup of water.

She turns around with wide eyes. “I went for drinks with some coworkers. I figured you would be late again.”

I stalk towards her, slamming her back against the fridge and she loses her grip on the glass in her hand. It shatters on the tile at our feet.

“My wife doesn't stay out late Riley. My wife should be waiting at home patiently for me. She should have my fucking dinner ready and warmed when I walk in. My wife sure as shit shouldn't be gallivanting around bars in a slutty dress like this,” I say grabbing the back of her neck and slamming her down face first over the counter.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

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