Onyx

Chapter 15: In Which He Seals His Fate (Khalan)

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system..."

"Fuck!" My phone clattered to the floor as I slung it from my grip in a fit of rage. I had rung Onyx for what seemed like the fucking billionth time today. Her phone wouldn't even ring once, it was going directly to voicemail. It was unusual for her to have it off.

She always answers her phone for me.

Used to answer the phone for you.

This didn't make any sense. I paced the length of my office, racking my brain for some type of explanation. I knew I was an asshole for not reaching out to her after our... rendezvous in the alley beside the club, but I figured she needed her space.

"Enough Khalan! Just sign the fucking papers and be done with it." The words she spoke then were still vivid in my mind.

Shit, I hadn't meant to scare her off when I fucked her so carelessly. I was just angry seeing her flirting with that damn curly-fry bartender. I needed some type of release. I could feel my length slightly harden at the thought of her pussy being so wet for me that night. Wet for her husband.

The truth was... I deserved everything that was coming to me. Technically, I hadn't slept with my previous secretary, but I almost agreed in the heat of the moment.

Times had been tough with my wife around that time. Her not being happy that I was so involved with my work, us not seeing eye to eye on the simplest of things, on top of her building an impenetrable fortress around her emotions.

My actions cost me the love of my life. My Komé.

Little did I know she was plotting to make her great escape from me. Her lawyer, the smug fucker called mine this morning for an update on the documents that were sent. Little did they know I would never be signing those retched papers.

Onyx was still going to be my wife.

Fuck the irreconcilable differences. I was prepared to fight like hell. Now, all Onyx needed to do was return my fucking calls.

The pang that hit my chest took all the breath out of my lungs. She was always walking away from me when I needed her the most.

I wasn't oblivious. I knew I had fucked up, but I still decided to do nothing to remedy the issues that kept piling up. I was complacent in believing that things would magically go back to how they were. That Onyx would let me eventually come back home.

Home.

Another pang hit my chest as I ran my fingers through my hair.

The inky braid was coming undone, whisps of hair clouding my vision. The dress shirt that I usually kept pristine was wrinkled from my pacing, and my tie was nowhere to be found when I spotted Dominik leaning against the door frame of my office out of the corner of my eye. His face was neutral, but his eyes were alight with humor.

"You look like fucking shit." His tone did nothing to abate the rage I felt in my gut. His eyes continued to wander around the room, taking in the perilous state my office was currently in. Accounting documents and spreadsheets were sprawled all over the tables and on the floor, my blinds shut out most of the light coming from the too bright sun, and the picture of Onyx and I was flipped face down on the oak desk.

It hurt too much to even gaze at a picture of her.

"Thanks." I ignored the snide remark.

Did she run off with some man? How could he possibly offer her more than me?

There wasn't a man on this Earth that would do more for Onyx than me.

"How's the wife?"

"Fuck off."