Missing Piece

Chapter Twenty

Melanie

Wait-

Hold on-

Let's just rewind the scene for a minute.

I knew I was missing something very important.

Why do I have a sloth for a brain?

I whip my head so fast; I end up dropping the file I had with me, in the process. I'm so sure, I snapped my neck this time with the sound that I just heard.

The slight pain in my neck fades to nothing as I watch Benji sitting on a couch with a lady.

My husband. Is. Sitting on a couch. With. A very attractive woman.

But for some reason, I'm not totally focused on that. Instead, my gaze is stuck on that offending hand which is resting quite intimately on my husband's arm.

I'd really like to know why in the hell that blonde is touching my husband?

Why are they even sitting so close?

And why does Benji have to sit next to another woman? He always should keep a safe distance of ten miles from every other female on the planet Earth. We can talk about boundaries with female species from other planets later.

Isn't it illegal for a married man to be sitting so closely with another woman? That's against the law, right? Right? There's definitely a law made for that, I think? Uhm? Law or not. It shouldn't even matter. He shouldn't be sitting in close proximity of another lady. Period. Although I do think there should be a law about that. If I ever run for president, that's the first thing I'm gonna do anyway. Country's economy could wait. This is more pressing matter.

That couch is clearly big enough to fit ten people. Heck it even could accommodate twenty people.

Then why in the world that blonde is practically in my husband's lap?

Okay.... Maybe I'm over exaggerating here. Maybe she isn't really in his lap. Cause if that were the case then Benji's nice and clean office would've been painted in Red by now.

But it's also true that I'd need to look through a microscope to find the space between then.

That's what I'm tryna say... The space between them is microscopic. As in the space can't be seen by naked human eyes.

The beautiful blonde finally registering my presence, stops whatever the heck she was chatting away with my husband.

Benji is still staring out the window and nodding absentmindedly, even though the woman has stopped talking long ago. Which only confirms my suspicion, that, he wasn't even paying any attention to her rambling in the first place. Sometimes his ability to tune people out scares me. I wish I had his special skill of tuning people out completely.

"Who are you?" The blonde asks in a snooty tone, with her hand still coiled around my husband's bicep. Okay lady you aren't gonna get any answers here, if you keep planting your paws on somebody else's property.

I never knew that I was capable of hating a very pretty manicured hand of some woman until now.

If I keep staring at her hand, will I be able to burn it? I guess we are about to find out.

The blonde-haired, baby blue eyed beauty looks at me up and down, crinkling her fake nose in distaste.

Yeah, I don't like what I'm seeing either lady. But do you see me openly showing my disgust?

Benji turns his head and finally snaps back to reality as his cobalt blue eyes connect with mine. And he looks, dare I say, happy seeing me. He even smiles that quirky smile at me. And like a reflex I grin back at him but then I remember the blondie and I stop mid-grinning.