Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Really? This weekend?” I pouted and rested my hand on his chest while playing with his buttons.
“Why? Did you have something planned?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, tell me. Was there something you wanted to do?”
I got up on my toes and whispered in his ear as if worried we’d be overheard in an otherwise empty office. There was a whole room between him and his assistant, so that wasn’t going to happen; it was just for added effect.
“I can change around my plans if you’d like. There’s no reason why I can’t handle things remotely.”
“That might be best. Would you?”
“Of course, anything for my girl.” I find it amazing that when I’m with him like this, I forget everything else. It’s the oddest thing. Almost as if I had become two separate people.
As I was hoping, she came into the office while I was there under the pretense of dropping off papers; I was sure it was so she could get a closer look at me.
I sat behind his desk, scrolling through the home décor magazine I pulled from my purse while he spoke to her about the papers she’d brought. I listened for any signs of guilt in his tone but found none and watched their body language out of the corner of my eye, again, nothing.
Either my husband was a consummate actor, or he had been doing this for so long that he’d become a pro. It was hard to tell. I did get the sense that she wanted to linger, even after my cold dismissal when he introduced us.
My simple, Hi Jessica, welcome to the company was much drier than my usual effusiveness when I meet someone I like, but if Mark noticed, he didn’t say anything about it.
Once she slithered her way out of the room he didn’t mention it then either but went back to our weekend plans. He called one of his subordinates while I was there to give them the news that he wasn’t going to be here after all this weekend and would handle his end of things remotely.
As I stood to leave, he looked at his watch and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “I think I’ll take the rest of the day off and start the weekend early.” I just smiled and held my hand out for him to take as we left, saying goodbye to his assistant, who was always pleasant and busy.
I clocked Jessica on our way out of the building and knew she watched our every step until we were out of sight. Since I had driven there, he followed me home in his car. The cloned phone dinged with a message, and I sat in my car after pulling into the garage to read.
Jessica: What was she doing here?”
Mark?: I have no idea; she never really comes here.
Jessica: And what’s this about the weekend? I thought we had it all planned.
I put the phone away hastily when Mark pulled in beside me and frowned. How the hell was he doing that? It didn’t look as if he had been on the phone, but then again, he could’ve used voice to text. At least now I knew the phone was on the premises and there was another chance for me to find it.
My sudden plan to go to our beach house this weekend had put an end to whatever she had brewing. By the time we return, her little love nest should be just how I want it.
That night, I made his favorite shrimp scampi with linguini, and with each bite, gloated at the fact that at this very minute, there was shrimp rotting in the lining of the curtains in her bedroom. With the heat rising at the end of spring and early summer, it wouldn’t take long for the stench to wreak havoc on her senses.
CHAPTER 4
“This was fun. We should do this more often.” We were sitting out on the lanai at our beach house, soaking up the sun on our last day. We’d spent the whole weekend either playing in the water or fucking. I say fucking because there was no lovemaking involved.
I’m not sure what it was, maybe the sea air, but something had turned my husband into a wild man. It was like our honeymoon all over again. We turned our phones off after that first night when he’d sent off whatever files he needed to, and I’d called the kids to let them know where we were.
Since the four of them were together and Mark’s parents and siblings weren’t too far from their campus, we figured if something happened, they’d have people on hand to take care of them, though we weren’t expecting anything of the sort.
I rolled over on the lounger to face him, where he sat behind me. “You think so?”