FEAR

36

•VERENA•

               "One idiot got a girl pregnant and the other one is married." How come I didn't know he was married? Does Marcus know he was married? There is a chance he wouldn't have hired him because of his own experience in the job and being married. He almost lost his wife because of this job. Then there is the fact that we have been. . Yeah. I didn't feel guilty but now that I know I felt an uneasiness in my chest. How can he do that to his wife? Thinking back to the picture they look perfect for each other. She was the perfect height, she was tall and perfectly toned, with small tattoos hidden under her shirt and they had been in combat together. There was probably a connection I would never understand. My stomach flopped.

I turned around, leaving the door open. I walked swiftly past the living room into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door so hard it rattled against the hinges. I pressed my back against it slid down and just listened.

"Oi!" Simon groaned, but before he could yell at me some more his focus was probably taken by his wife. A bitter taste was left in my mouth. I lay my head on my knees and listened. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I couldn't help but snort. He is such an asshole. Footsteps heading toward the door I locked it.

"Simon." She called out.

"Verena." He knocked on the door. I twisted my bottom lip between my teeth and closed my eyes as my breathing hitch. "Please, Verena." I don't know why that did it but my hands shook and my nose stung with the urge to cry. What the hell is wrong with me?

A black cat came out from under the bed and rubbed itself on my legs. The asshole has a cat. A pretty green-eyed black cat. I'm allergic but fuck it. It's going to be my emotional support cat for the night.

                      The next morning I woke up early, the cat was sleeping next to my head and now my sinuses were all stuffed up. My wound was healed from the outside at least. The skin around both scars was pigmented but should fade a bit within the week and if touched it still hurt. I got dressed and got ready for the day. When I walked out into the living room I was surprised to see his wife. There was that bitter taste in my mouth. His wife cooking what smells like pancakes. She glanced at me and then turned back to her task.

"Who are you?" She asked, well good morning to you too bitch. The yearning to respond to her in the meanest way possible crept out from my soul into my skin. I sucked in a breath and walked over to the coffee machine.

"I'm your husband's boss." I sat down across from her on the bar stool drinking the coffee black because I couldn't get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.

"He never mentions you." She said softly. That raised concern, when was the last time he talked to her they had been working for me since December a couple of weeks before Simon's birthday. The day after his birthday we went 'hunting' and he pushed into the snow. I vaguely remember a phone call he wasn't too happy to answer.

"He never mentioned you either that one thing we have in common," I said. I shouldn't be mad at her. She didn't do anything wrong if anything I should kick Simon's dick to his face for cheating, for lying. I know it's just sex but if I had known I would have never done anything with him. "Did you sleep here?"

"On the couch." She said. Must've been remarkably uncomfortable. Good.

König was the first to wake up. He walked out of his room rubbing his eyes. His eyes still adjusting to the light hung his head low walked over to me shirtless and kissed my temple. "Morning," He said.