Open To Love

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

∴Zach∴

My life is a joke.

I knew that gathering was just going to end poorly for me. But now to add fuel to the fire, I fucked my friend Aria, who also happens to be a married woman.

When she told me that she's married, I physically felt my heart drop to the ground. I was upset, mostly because of the secret she revealed to me, but also because I thought after that night we could be. . . something. Something more than friends.

I was so upset that I didn't even want to hear about her being in an open marriage. I don't even know what that fucking means. I mean I've heard about it but it's never made sense to me.

Why would you want to 'explore' other people when you're in a—supposed—happy marriage with the person that you supposedly love?

I don't know. It's not really my business what people choose to do with their relationships.

All I know is that Aria and I aren't on good terms right now, and it hurts a lot. I've been glued to my bed for the whole weekend and I unfortunately have to go to work today.

I have to meet up with the companies architect to see what she's drawn up so far for mister Emerson. Speaking of mister Emerson, that meeting with him is coming up super fast, it's in three weeks.

I'm excited for it and I hope my mood will be a lot better by the time the meeting arrives. Oh Aria, why must you do this to me? It feels like I don't know who she actually is; like I've been frolicking around with a fictional character.

I bury my head in my pillow and groan loudly. My alarm rings for the tenth time, and I snooze it yet again. I have to get up at some point, I shouldn't rot in my warm and comfortable bed because of a very attractive and funny woman.

I put my hand under my pillow and my fingers wrap around a lacy material. What is this? I pull out the strange item and my face falls again.

It's her underwear from that night. I can't believe myself, my life really is a joke. Now my mood is even worse. It probably still smells like her sweet, delicious es—

Alright, now it's time for me to actually get up and go to work. I shove the underwear back under my pillow and drag myself out of the bed.

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The office is a bit quiet today. My dad isn't even in, which is good, because I really don't want to see his face today. Especially after our minor fallout at the gathering.

On my way to the architects office, I pass by Patrick's office. Through the glass windows I see Patrick sitting by his desk, but what I also see is his personal assistant sitting on top of his desk facing him with a smile on her face.

I stop to watch the scene that plays in front me. They laugh about whatever and I watch as his eyes roam the length of her body with what seems to be. . . lust.

His eyes cut to me and his smile falls. He moves his chair back, putting some distance between him and the woman. She looks behind her and when she sees me she practically flies off of his desk. She fixes her skirt, nods curtly at Patrick and rushes to the door of the office.