Not Us: Cash & Devin

**Chapter 9**

**Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA/Rape**

Clint POV

I let Amber take over the conversation as my lawyer and one of my really good friends, I knew she was going to crush them. These little bitches were going to fucking pay. My last partner cheated on me. I walked in and saw it. I'd had suspicions for months about what was going on. He was getting distant and I'd asked questions and begged him to talk to me about what was going on. He kept pulling away and gaslighting me. That just pissed me off. So, I hired a PI. Before they could get back to me with the results, I'd gone home to our penthouse on my lunch break one day. As soon as I walked in, I caught him mid-thrust with one of his coworkers he'd been 'hanging out' with. Now I knew what that meant. I went to my home office, grabbed the files, and walked back out of the penthouse. Waiting for the elevator, I opened the door back up, not bothering to open it all the way, and shouted, "Don't stop on my account. But, Alex, you will need your shit out of here by the time I get off work. We're done."

I tried to stay out of drama and office gossip. When I'd heard employees talking about the closeness of these two cheaters sitting in front of me, I was hopeful that it wasn't true. Especially after a while when Caleb started to put a lot of distance between them. I'd been paying attention to these rumors. I didn't need it to tarnish the company's reputation, open us up for a lawsuit, or anything.

I'm sure Devin knew he was stepping out or at least have the same suspicions I had too. I remembered her from last year's party. She was incredibly sweet, always happily talking to everyone and never saying a bad word about anyone. Even the people who really deserved it. She didn't deserve this. I couldn't help it. I had to intervene. Especially if she didn't know.

Amber laid out all the evidence. They surveillance footage, the text messages. The final damning piece was the Instagram message from Becky's personal account admitting the baby she's pregnant with is Caleb's. His eyes bugged out of his head and looked at her. The shock quickly wore off and he looked furious. His whole face went dark.

"We had sex for the first time last night. There's no fucking way you're pregnant with my kid." We looked from him to her. All four of us. She smiled at him, reaching to touch his face, but he backed away before her hand could touch him. Like it was something foul he wanted nowhere near him. He was so calm when he spoke that I almost felt on edge. Almost.

"Last night was the first and last time! There's no way that's mine!" He spun to face the four of us, "I've never slept with her before tonight. Honest to God."

"Actually..." She drawled out, looking at Caleb, and bit her lip. Probably thought she looked cute or something. She looked fucking stupid. Definitely a 'pick me' girl.

Eww.

I couldn't help it. She just looked sad. Until she opened her mouth and started talking.

"Well, I kind of took you to the bathroom at the bar. You were so drunk that you thought you were going to be sick. So, at first, it was just trying to take care of you. But you thought I was your wife and you wanted to...you know. So, I took your pants off and let you fuck me against the bathroom wall."

Looking at Caleb as she's talking, his face is draining of color, confusion all over his face. He's quiet for a moment before asking, "You took advantage of me while I was drunk and thought you were my wife?"

"I didn't take advantage of you. You wanted to have sex. So, we did."

His jaw dropped, as he sarcastically huffed out, "I apparently wanted to fuck my wife. I don't remember much that night." She smirked.