"Mr. Madaffari," I say knocking on his door.
The door opens a beautiful woman with long black hair appears before me. She was alluring and her unique features only made her more beautiful.
"Im sorry," I say to the women.
She walks past me and turns around. "Dominic, do not test me," she says before finally walking out.
Everyone in the office is starting at her with their mouths hanging.
"Come in," he says appearing in front of the door. "What can I help you with Ms. Jenkins?"
"I wanted to know what time we would be leaving today," I say standing next to the chair.
"Have a seat, I don't like when people talk to me standing up while I'm standing," he says pointing to the chair.
"Sorry," I say sitting down.
He looks through a folder and finally pulls out a sheet of paper. "Read over that."
I take the paper and skim it through.
"What is it? It uses such large words," I ask confused.
"That woman you just saw, that is my wife, attempting to-"
"You have a wife?" I ask. All at once, it felt as if my heart has been dropped.
"Yes bu-"
"I'm so foolish," I say to myself. "That is disgusting," I say staring up at him. I stand up and head for the door.
"Ms. Jenkins sit down," he say standing up.
"No," I say walking out and slamming the door as I exit.
I was foolish. So foolish to think of this as anything else.
"Hey what's wrong," says Ivan walking up from behind me.
I quickly wipe my tears and turn to face him. "Nothing, I just want to go home," I say forcing out a smile.
"Really? You look upset," he says examining my face. "Are you sure that's all?"
"Yes, I'll talk to you later," I say walking out the door.
I find my car and drive home, ignoring the calls buzzing up my phone. Once home, I remove my clothes and put on a large sweater before cuddling into bed.
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The sound of the doorbell wakes me up from my afternoon nap and I slowly drag myself out of the room.
"Who is it?" I ask not bothering to wait I open the door.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"I've been calling you, why haven't you been answering," he asks. There it was again, the changing color of his eyes.
"I don't know," I say ruffling my hair. "Because you have a wife," I say sarcastically.
"Why have you not been answering?"
"Because I don't want to talk to you," I say. "Isn't that obvious?"
He stares at me for what seems like forever before finally stepping into the house.
"What did you come here for?"
"To tell you the details of our trip," he says straightening out his suit.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I say walking over to couch.
"Oh really?" He asks.
"Yes really, take your wife."
"You left work early, the reason being?"
"Are you serious?" I ask.
"If you don't have a good enough reason I'll have to suspend you from work," he says with all seriousness.
"Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm messing around," he asks.
"Because I refuse to go on your trip with you?"
"No, because you don't value your job," he says folding his arms. "Had it been Joseph Fitz, you wouldn't have walked off the way you did but with me because of this you must think that I am not your boss above all."
"And what is this," I ask pointing between the two of us.
"It is whatever you want it to be," he says sitting down across from me. "I should have told you about Tricia," he says his face softening.
"Is that her name?" I ask pulling my feet up to my chest.
"Yes, that is my wife's name."
Wife.
"So why do you want to cheat on a beautiful woman like that with me?" I ask.
I was pretty but not exactly on the level of his wife. She has the the figure of a model and it wouldn't shock me if she was.
"Because I feel something for you that I don't feel for Tricia. Something I haven't felt for a woman in a long time and that his why I kissed you the first day I met you although I had a wife," he says folding his hands on his lap. "The love has faded."
"A while ago actually," he says after a short silence.
"Why?" I ask now interested.
"I prefer not to go into detail about that."
"Okay," I say resting my head on my knees. "So why not get a divorce?"
"It's-" he pauses, carefully choosing his next words. "It's not that simple."
"Why?"
"Because it's just not," he says standing up. "If you are still willing to go with me, our plane leaves at 9 tonight and I promise to make the trip worthwhile," he says walking towards the door.
I shut the door and slouch to the ground. Realizing what I have to do. I call his phone and within a few seconds he answers.
"What should I pack?"
