𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

16

"May I take you to dinner?" The question has been lingering my thoughts for the past few days. I told him that I would have to think about it. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Think about it? You have a husband, are you forgetting?" My inner thoughts scolded me every time I thought about the question. 

I sat by the table, playing with the food Allen had prepared earlier. I wore one of his long sleeves shirts with shorts underneath. I pushed around the salad a little more before I felt lips pressing on the back of my neck. 

"Aren't you going to eat the salad?" He asked and made me turn around to face him. He wore a black T-shirt and some jeans. 

"I don't feel for eating now, I'll probably just eat it later." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him. "Are you going out?" I asked as he adjusted the watch on his wrist.

"Yeah, I'm just going out for a drink with a few friends." He replied back.

"I thought we were going to bake together." Disappointment lacing my voice as he turned his back to me, taking up his car keys. 

"You'll be fine. I'll be back before 10." Was all he said before slamming the front door shut.

I slouched at the counter, now having absolutely nothing to do. "Could've told me bye atleast." I mumbled to myself before taking up my phone and sighing. Deborah is out of town for a two more days. What the hell should I even do?

The question came back to me, "May I take you to dinner?"

It was just dinner, that's it. Just between two colleagues. Nothing more, nothing less.

I went into the bedroom and took up my work phone, going on Mr. Matthews contact. I hesitated. It was wrong, I shouldn't do this. I bit my lip and pressed dial and held the phone to my ear. The phone line rang once, then twice. Suddenly, the nerves kicked in. 

Parisa, you are a married woman of two years. Are you really going let another man take you out to dinner without letting your husband know? 

Realization has then kicked in, what the fuck am I even doing? Before I could hang up, I heard a voice on the other line.

"Mrs. Andrews. I didn't think you would be calling me at this time. To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

"Mr. Matthews, hey. About that dinner offer, is it still on the table?" My voice was strained and my hands were shaking. The line went dead silent for a few seconds.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of called-"

"Hey, hey, slow down. It's fine. I just didn't think you would accept the offer. Can you meet me at Santiago's in about 30 minutes?" 

"Oh, yeah, sure." I agreed. 

"See you there, Parisa." Was all he said before he hung up.

I threw my phone on the bed and immediately pulled the closet doors open, looking around for something yo wear.

After shuffling past some clothes, a purple dress caught my eye and I threw it on the bed. I decided pairing it with my silver heels and a black purse. I took
a quick shower and wrapped a towel around my body, walking back into the bedroom.

My phone rang, it was Mr. Matthews and I answered it.

"Hey, change of plans. Can I come pick you up?"

"Oh, uhm sure. I'll send you my address."

I hung up and texted him my address. I put my clothes on while making sure all of my necessities are in my bag. After 15 minutes, I was fully clothed, sitting in my living room waiting for Spencer to arrive.

Not so long after, a knock was at my door and I took my things up and went to answer it, expecting it to be Spencer.

I went to the door and opened it, my heart faltering to see Allen at the door. Oh, shit. 

He raised an eyebrow at me and examined my outfit, "And where are you going?" as he stepped inside and closed the door.

What the hell should I even say? I can't just tell him my boss is taking me out to dinner.

"I was just going out to eat, what are you doing here?" 

"I left my credit card on the dresser-" A knock interrupted what  he was saying. Please don't be Spencer.

Allen turned to the door and opened it and revealed the man I didn't want to see in this exact moment. 

"And you are?" Allen rudely asked while leaning on the door frame while Spencer at me then looked down at him. 

"I'm taking Parisa to dinner. I contacted her on short notice but we need to discuss some things." He replied. "I'm her boss, by the way. Spencer Matthews, I'm pretty sure you've heard my name before." He smiled at him, reaching his hand out, for him to shake it.

Allen eyed his hand and didn't shake it, and turned to me. "You didn't think of calling me to tell me this?"

I opened my mouth to answer but Spencer beat me to it, "It was last minute, sir. If anyone who should be blamed, it should be me."

"Am I speaking to you, deadbeat?" Allen turned to him, eyeing him up and down.

"I'm not going to let you blame your wife for something which was my mistake and I'd appreciate it if you laid off of her." Spencer's gaze narrowed at Allen.

"Get the fuck out of my house." Allen said to Spencer before turning to me, "Don't come crying to me when he stretches your hole out. Fucking whore." 

I noticed Spencer's eyes twitch at his words and his hands ball into fists, but Allen turned to him before he could say anything so he simply just left.

"The fuck? You didn't need to be rude to him! What is wrong with you?" 

"Oh so your defending him? At this point, you should just fuck him since you wanna throw yourself around like that!"

"Go fuck yourself, Allen." I grabbed my purse and stormed out of the house slamming the door shut behind me. I made my way to Spencer's car, opened the passenger seat and sat inside. Spencer looked infront of him and I did the same. 

After a few minutes of silence, he broke it saying, "Your husband is a dick." 

I laughed, "I know and I'm sorry about what he said."

"If anything, I should be sorry about what he said to you. He shouldn't of said that." 

I sighed, "It's whatever." and once again silence overtook us.

He started the car and looked at me smiling, " Forget about your shithead husband just for tonight and let me show you how a woman like you should be treated." were the last things he said before we drove off.