5 Days a Week: Tuesday (contemporary office romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: V T Turner
reaction -- a stranger’s reaction -- as she announced her pregnancy and asked what vitamins she should take for the baby. He wished her well, gave her what he thought was best, and now, after a run in with the father of the baby, she was sprawled on the pavement with the bottle of pregnancy vitamins lying by her side.
“I’ve called the police,” he told her. “They’ll be here soon. “I didn’t see what happened. Did someone hit you?”
She shook her head, struggled to her feet. Not just someone, she thought. The father of her unborn baby, the love of her life.
“Thank you,” she said through the sobs. “But I think I should just go.”
He left a trailing arm on her shoulder as she walked away.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, putting a sleeve to her face to hide the sobs.
“What about these?”
She turned around, saw that he had picked up the bottle of vitamins and was holding them out.
She shook her head slowly. “It doesn’t matter,” she told him. She wouldn’t be needing them anymore.
Part 2: Afternoon
Mark
Shelly was standoffish again. She seemed distracted at lunch, barely spoke more than two words to him. His day had gone from low to high to low again. He didn’t know what to think.
He spent most of his break at his desk, feigning interest in his work to not let Shelly know that her aloofness was affecting him.
Amber Matthews
“Come on sweetiepie,” Amber leaned over, gave her lover a kiss on the cheek, felt the clammy heat of his stubbled skin against her lips. They had only just gotten out of the tub, their skin still wrinkly from the water. They shared a bottle of wine in there, lost themselves in each other.
Now they were naked on the bed, exhausted and drying with the windows wide open.
She felt him stir when she kissed her, they’d had sex half a dozen times, he should be shriveled up and spent by now, but every time she kissed him or touched him, every time he saw her naked breasts or the curve of her back or the heart-shaped pattern she had shaven into her pussy, he wanted her more.
He moved to her, hooked a leg sluggishly over her. “You want to go again?”
She giggled, moved her face away from his seductive and eager kiss. “No,” she said. “You need to phone a taxi, he’ll be back in a couple of hours.
Phillips gave her a pouty expression, his bottom lip stuck out in a sulky manner.
“He’ll catch us,” she insisted.
“So?”
“ So ?” she parroted. “We’ll lose everything we’ve been working for,” she said, lifting herself up on her elbows. “We need to catch him cheating so we can have his money. If he catches me...” she shrugged. She didn’t want to think of the possibilities of giving him control in a divorce settlement. She had nothing without him, he would make sure she returned to that. She would still have Phillips and he wasn’t exactly poor, but with Ian’s money they’d be so much better off and she would have her own nest egg.
“Okay,” he said with a sigh. He sat up, yawned, stretched and then flopped down on top of her. “But just one more.”
She giggled hysterically, jokingly prying him away from her as he nuzzled her neck and twisted his leg over hers, his erection poking into her leg, edging closer towards her moist sex which had already seen enough action in one day to last her a week.
Shelly
She spent the rest of the morning thinking about it, slacking with her work as she racked her brain. Then she made up her mind.
She was going to tell him. She didn’t have any other choice. She didn’t care about Sissy, didn’t care what the little tart would think of her, if she told Matthews about her conversation with the assistant, told him what she had seen and what Sissy had asked her to do, then he would protect her. He certainly wouldn’t fire her. She would be throwing Sissy under the bus
“I’ve called the police,” he told her. “They’ll be here soon. “I didn’t see what happened. Did someone hit you?”
She shook her head, struggled to her feet. Not just someone, she thought. The father of her unborn baby, the love of her life.
“Thank you,” she said through the sobs. “But I think I should just go.”
He left a trailing arm on her shoulder as she walked away.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, putting a sleeve to her face to hide the sobs.
“What about these?”
She turned around, saw that he had picked up the bottle of vitamins and was holding them out.
She shook her head slowly. “It doesn’t matter,” she told him. She wouldn’t be needing them anymore.
Part 2: Afternoon
Mark
Shelly was standoffish again. She seemed distracted at lunch, barely spoke more than two words to him. His day had gone from low to high to low again. He didn’t know what to think.
He spent most of his break at his desk, feigning interest in his work to not let Shelly know that her aloofness was affecting him.
Amber Matthews
“Come on sweetiepie,” Amber leaned over, gave her lover a kiss on the cheek, felt the clammy heat of his stubbled skin against her lips. They had only just gotten out of the tub, their skin still wrinkly from the water. They shared a bottle of wine in there, lost themselves in each other.
Now they were naked on the bed, exhausted and drying with the windows wide open.
She felt him stir when she kissed her, they’d had sex half a dozen times, he should be shriveled up and spent by now, but every time she kissed him or touched him, every time he saw her naked breasts or the curve of her back or the heart-shaped pattern she had shaven into her pussy, he wanted her more.
He moved to her, hooked a leg sluggishly over her. “You want to go again?”
She giggled, moved her face away from his seductive and eager kiss. “No,” she said. “You need to phone a taxi, he’ll be back in a couple of hours.
Phillips gave her a pouty expression, his bottom lip stuck out in a sulky manner.
“He’ll catch us,” she insisted.
“So?”
“ So ?” she parroted. “We’ll lose everything we’ve been working for,” she said, lifting herself up on her elbows. “We need to catch him cheating so we can have his money. If he catches me...” she shrugged. She didn’t want to think of the possibilities of giving him control in a divorce settlement. She had nothing without him, he would make sure she returned to that. She would still have Phillips and he wasn’t exactly poor, but with Ian’s money they’d be so much better off and she would have her own nest egg.
“Okay,” he said with a sigh. He sat up, yawned, stretched and then flopped down on top of her. “But just one more.”
She giggled hysterically, jokingly prying him away from her as he nuzzled her neck and twisted his leg over hers, his erection poking into her leg, edging closer towards her moist sex which had already seen enough action in one day to last her a week.
Shelly
She spent the rest of the morning thinking about it, slacking with her work as she racked her brain. Then she made up her mind.
She was going to tell him. She didn’t have any other choice. She didn’t care about Sissy, didn’t care what the little tart would think of her, if she told Matthews about her conversation with the assistant, told him what she had seen and what Sissy had asked her to do, then he would protect her. He certainly wouldn’t fire her. She would be throwing Sissy under the bus
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