Page 2 of Sin Bin Daddies
They both jerk back, Ethan’s mouth still glistening, Katie’s legs snapping shut like a fucking vise.
“Oh my god—” she squeaks, scrambling to pull her skirt down.
“Madeline—” Ethan’s face drains of color as he stumbles to his feet, wiping his mouth, eyeing me like I’m the intruder.
Like I’m the goddamn problem.
I stare at him. At his open lab coat, his dick still half-hard, the flushed, guilty look on his stupid, cheating face.
Then I grab the closest object off the counter.
A stapler.
And I launch that bitch right at his head.
He ducks just in time, the stapler clanking off the centrifuge, but that’s not the point.
The point is that I was aiming for his stupid fucking nose.
“What the fuck, Maddie?” Ethan yells, stepping back like I’m the irrational one here.
“What the fuck!” I repeat, mocking his tone, hands flying up. “You’re asking me what the fuck? Ethan, you’re fucking your assistant in the goddamn clean room! What the actual fuck!”
He scrambles for words, face red, dick still swinging uselessly, and I almost laugh in his face.
Katie makes a pathetic noise. “I didn’t—I thought you two were open?—”
“Open?” I snap my gaze to her, laugh shoving past my teeth. “Yeah, totally. I just forgot to pencil in a weekly slot for my boyfriend to go down on his fucking assistant.”
Her face flushes, but I don’t give a shit.
I turn back to Ethan, shaking with rage, pointing a deadly, trembling finger at his naked, cheating ass.
“You have one fucking second to explain before I take this beaker and send your very average dick to the Smithsonian.”
Ethan has the audacity to sigh. Like this is hard for him.
Like he’s the one with the moral dilemma.
“Maddie,” he says, frustrated, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Look, I didn’t mean for you to find out this way?—”
“Oh, you didn’t mean for me to find out this way?” My laugh is hysterical now. “What was the plan, Ethan? Were you waiting for a Hallmark Christmas special? Were you gonna sit me down with cocoa and a fucking PowerPoint presentation?”
Katie sniffles, tugging at her skirt, probably waiting for me to confront her.
Honestly, she’s not even worth the effort. She’s not the one who cheated on me.
This bastard on the other hand… I take one last look at Ethan’s guilty-ass face.
Then I grab the beaker.
And I throw it at his feet, watching it explode into tiny glass shards before turning on my heel and walking the fuck out.
I make it out of the lab before the sobs hit.
They rip out of me, raw and ugly, hiccupping past my lips like I can’t fucking breathe.
The few students lingering in the hallway stare, and I know I must look insane—mascara running, sandals slapping against the tile, half a beaker’s worth of glass dust still stuck to my dress.
