Office Affair

He did what?

Kayla

Kayla cursed as she stormed into the apartment: how dare he!? How dare he?!!!? After all I've done for him...She threw her purse on the seat in the hallway and marched straight to the refrigerator, without taking off her stilettos. At this point she didn't care if she made a scratch on the perfect wallnut flooring that Dominic decided to buy, against her desires. Because why would she be included in decorating it in her own style which, she seethed, was always much better than his? He was just too stupid to realize that, as most men were. At least, that was her mother's opinion, but Kayla had to agree. She took an ice-cream bowl, dug into it and put three spoonfuls into the blender. Then she went to the liquor cabinet and took a bottle of brandy. She poured it generously over ice-cream and blended it together. Fury was seeping through her the whole time.

Dominic kept whispering the name of that...that...whoever the hell she was, and like that wasn't enough, she found out that she was his employee. In fact, it was the new employee that Dominic was so coy about, but thankfully her close friend worked for him too, so she kept her in the loop. That, Kayla thought, was the most important part of the friendship. To keep an eye on each other's men.

So, you're fucking your employee, aren't you? How very creative, Dominic, she muttered through gritted teeth. She poured the shake into a large glass and sat in front of her password-protected laptop. She logged on to her favorite chat account and wrote: AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR HIM, MY HUSBAND IS STILL A CHEATING, LYING BASTARD.

It didn't take long before Tony replied.

"What happened?"

"What you've read. Apparently I'm not good enough for him any more."

"Are you sure?"

"What's there to be unsure of?! He's fucking his employee."

"What a jerk."

"Yes. This must have been going on for a while, because I've heard him whispering her name in his sleep. Tony, why are men such idiots?"

"Not all of them are. Some smaller number of them - of course. But as a whole..."

"So I guess I was the lucky winner." She wrote, sarcasm screaming from every word on the screen. She didn't have energy or the time to listen to Tony's justifications and chivalrous effort to defend men. If anything, it sounded completely fake.

"But you'll always have me. I'll always treat you with respect." She read that message three times with gritted teeth. Why was he grating on her nerves so much today?

"If only my husband would do the same."

"Why do you have a problem with saying his name?"

"Because....because, that's all." Because it was hard to admit that she was doing the same thing to him, but she always thought that he was too gentle and too kind to do it. After all, unless they were in a public setting, she always made sure that she was the one to wear the pants in their relationship. That was the only way she could feel secure within her marriage to do whatever she wanted to do, and know that her husband was waiting for her at home. She wasn't proud of that, not entirely, but she was used to their dynamic and now it looks like her control was slipping away. That was the part that she didn't enjoy at all.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I'll wait and see. Maybe he'll get over it. I have a feeling that it won't last too long. He'll blow off some steam and then he'll come back to me. He will always come back to me, no matter what."

"I can arrange to get him out of your way, if you want to."

"No. I don't hate him. I just don't love him." She rolled her eyes so much that it almost hurt.