Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 42

"You are still so accident-prone," Bill expressed to Y/N entering the club later that evening.

Y/N scoffed, gazing down at her shattered phone. "This is my second phone in the last year."

Bill laughed, "Well, you did freak out because you thought a pigeon would attack you...on the streets of New York."

"It wasn't the pigeon; it was the fucking taxi driver honking his damn horn at me," she replied, climbing the stairs to the office.

"Whatever you say," Bill mumbled.

Y/N flipped off the man, and ran up the rest of the stairs, closing herself in the quiet room. Collapsing, immediately into the chair behind the desk, the young woman picked up the phone, dialing her husband.

"Hello," his voice echoed into her ear.

"Hey, you," Y/N responded with a smile.

"You're alive. I've been worried about you all day," Zac admitted with a bit of panic. "What is going on with your phone?"

"My phone is dead. I dropped it, and it shattered on the sidewalk. I'm going to try and get one tomorrow before I fly home," Y/N informed, rubbing her forehead gently with her free hand.

"It's good to hear your voice. How are things going in New York?" he asked, calming down.

"Actually, quite nicely. I think the expansions are going to turn out well. Bill has amazing ideas; everything we looked at today shows me that he had everything under control. I need to make the funds available for things to start by the end of the month," she explained, twisting back and forth in her chair.

"I'm glad everything is working out," he sighed.

Y/N smiled, "How are the kids?"

"They miss you...so do I," he admitted.

"I miss you all too," she smiled.

The couple kept their conversation short, talking only about the kids, before Y/N excused herself. She needed to finish up some work before returning home. She lost herself in her work that she didn't realize how late it was till her office door opened.

Y/N gazed up from her computer, finding Bill accompanying Sebastian into the room. She could tell that Sebastian was drunk once more and Bill was doing all that he could to keep them both upright.

"Oh, boy," Y/N breathed. "Just put him on the couch for me, please."

Bill nodded, dragging the man towards the leather couch, with Y/N following behind.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Bill asked once Sebastian was safe on the couch.

"Just send up some water for when he wakes up, please," she requested, placing herself next to the man.

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, closing the door behind him.

Y/N turned her attention to Sebastian, shaking her head. "I hate seeing you like this," she whispered, brushing a strand of his hair from his face.

A sigh escaped her lips as she rose to her feet, finding her place back behind her desk. Her gaze remained on Sebastian's sleeping form till Bill returned with a drink for Y/N and a bottle of water for the sleeping man.

"Dollface?" a voice echoed through the room about an hour later, just as Y/N finished the final paperwork on the expansions for the club.

"Drink the water in front of you," she instructed, rising to her feet, and walking towards the man, who slowly sat up on the couch.