Not Us: Cash & Devin

Chapter 7

Caleb POV

I had gone home Saturday morning after accidentally falling asleep at Becky's apartment, and my key didn't fucking work in the lock. There was a new lock with a keypad, but none of the things I tried worked. I saw Emilia rushing down the hallway with her arms full. I thought she'd be home since Emilia was leaving. I mean, I knew she'd be pissed about me staying out late, way later than planned, but changing the locks? That feels like a huge overreaction. She would have had to call one of the overnight guys and they were expensive, something she never would have splurged on. She wouldn't even answer the door when I was knocking on the door. It was getting close to evening now. I'd been out all day doing some holiday shopping, and grabbing groceries, and I hadn't heard from her. Not a single peep. All fucking day. Instead of sulking, I'd been walking around the park the last hour, trying to clear my head of visions of last night.

I'd wanted to get her all the way the fuck out of my system last night, but fucking everywhere we did? The prospect of getting caught? The secrecy of it all? It was a high. A rush. One I was tempted to do again, because, fuck it was so hot. Knowing literally anyone could have seen us? The rush to not get caught when we heard someone getting closer to where we were fucking? But. I promised myself was for last night only. I couldn't go running around fucking Becky all over town, no matter how exciting that thought was. As made evident by the tightening of my pants.

Shit.

I finally picked up my phone to call my wife. I'd be the bigger person here. Maybe she would calm down if I brought over her favorite sushi. Maybe she'd be in the mood for Chinese? She usually wanted Asian food when she was mad. I noticed a few notifications of missed calls from my mom, an email from HR, and about twenty text messages from Becky telling me to call her on my lock screen. I needed to call Devin first before I started checking all the other shit. She ignored my calls. Over and over. I finally gave up and called my mom. Instead of saying hello, she started screaming at me.

"What the hell have you done?! You cheated on your wife?!"

"What the hell are you talking about Mom? Why would I cheat on Devin?"

"I have not a single fucking clue, Caleb," She sounded like she was grinding her teeth together, "You had an emotional affair for almost two months or more after your wife told you she was uncomfortable with it all and you assured her this whore was just a coworker," she did her best impersonation of me. "Then you fucked her last night, multiple times all over the Christmas party?! That was YOUR. COMPANY! PARTY! YOU WERE THERE WITH DEVIN!" She was screaming by the end of her rant. My legs felt like jell-o. How? Who. Who else knew?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I put her on speaker phone, pulling up my email as I sit on a bench because I think my legs are going to give way. How does she know that? Did Becky set me up? Looking at the HR email, they wanted to see me first thing Monday morning.

Fuck!

I opened a text to Becky.

Caleb: On the phone with my mom. Did you film us?

Becky: No. I got an email from work to go to HR Monday morning.

Caleb: Ok

Fuck.

We were busted, I was just starting to get the gears turning when the words mom was saying registered with me.

"What? Say that again?"

"Which part?"

"All of it. I don't know what's going on, Mom."

She let out a sigh that sounded like it weighed about two tons on her shoulders.

"Caleb. Don't you dare insult me by thinking I don't know. That she knows. We're not idiots, Caleb. Devin knows. She sent me the proof. She also sent me the videos of the emotional affair. She told me she tried to stop you. That you brushed her off over and over again. Even when she told you she was uncomfortable with it. Even after you promised not to contact her again, you were. You were still texting her. Why?! She tried to get you to see she wasn't comfortable with that woman. Why?" My mother sobbed into the phone.

She knows? She can't know.

"I know. I should have listened to her when she first brought me." Another heavy sigh came from my mother. How many of those did she have for me?

"Caleb. You need to hear me. She's leaving you. She heard and saw you having sex with that nasty tramp on the terrace at the party! She's done. She said she changed the locks and that I could come with you to get your stuff on Monday or Tuesday. Eddie and Emilia will be the ones there to make sure you've got everything. She's having a moving company come in and pack it all up for you so there's no troubles on her end."

My ears were ringing. She's leaving me. She knows. My wife was leaving me.

What the fuck did I do?

"No. No. She can't leave me, Mom! I made a mistake."

"A mistake was not listening to her concerns. You fucked up. Literally. And multiple times. Multiple times, Caleb."

No...

What do I do now? It felt like I was falling down a deep, dark hole. What the fuck did I do? I just epically fucking blew up my whole goddamn fucking life.

Fuck.

Becky POV

I hadn't heard Caleb's voice since he left my place Saturday morning, and hadn't heard from him other than the texts he sent me last night. Who knew he'd actually stay the whole night? Maybe, just maybe, he really is leaving his wife. Maybe he really is that unhappy in his marriage! I know when we talked about it weeks earlier, he was hating how tense everything was.

Then she found out about the photos and he called it off. Even admitted we'd kissed. He broke my heart when he went back to that bitch. Why was she better than me? He probably didn't remember hooking up with me the night that moron, Eric from accounting, posted the picture of the group out that night. He posted a photo where we're almost kissing. Thankfully you couldn't see unless you were looking. That night was the first time we hooked up. He was so fucking drunk. He kept calling my name in the bathroom as he fucked me against the wall, over the sink, while he was sitting on the toilet. It didn't matter. We were animals that night.

Just like we were the night of the Christmas party. Now here we were. Sunday after and I haven't heard from him. I really needed to talk to him though. Because the test I was holding in my hands proved we'd be in each other lives for at least the next 18 years.

I tried calling again. No answer.

I took a picture of the test and sent it to him with the message, "See you soon Daddy". Then, for shits and giggles, I sent the same picture to his wife's Instagram account with the message, "Please don't break up our family." Then I powered off my phone.

Two can play at that game asshole.