Mr. Hale Chronicles

Caught

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I walked in before Derek, fixing my shirt and hair, and my body on fire from his talented tongue. I was pleasantly surprised at Derek's form of "desert." And I absolutely wouldn't have minded seconds, but I needed a break. We both did. Ever since I started working here, him and if have been going at like rabbits.

He's so handsome, and amazing, and perfect!

I really don't want to fall for him. It's just a fling, I know that. He's married. He wouldn't want to leave his wife for me. Derek was the kind of guy to stay and try to work things out, not just up and leave.

He wouldn't leave you, Ana.

I shook my head to let go of my feelings for two seconds as I rode the elevator to the top floor. Derek entered, a smirk plastered across his face. Then his eyes instantly met mine. And that little fucker winked at me. He fucking winked at me. I shot him a flirty scowl, warning him that he better stay away from me.

"Whoa, man. You look like you just got sacked," a tall, brawny man with short brown hair clapped Derek on the back. Derek laughed, music to my ears, and looked down at the ground, then back up at the brawny guy.

"None of your business, Justin. And so what if I did? Is that a bad thing?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest, stealing a glance at me before looking directly in front of him.

"I tell ya, Nikki's hot. I remember catching you two in the act not to long ago at the barbecue. How was the make-up sex?" Justin spoke, his voice timid from the conversation he chose to pick.

Derek closed his eyes and huffed. "Change the subject, man. I'm not talking about it."

"Why not? Don't want to rub it in my face? I'm cool, man. I wish I had a wife like yours." Derek just pursed his lips, waiting for us to get on the right floor.

Justin threw his hands up in surrender before the elevator signaled our arrival to the top floor. I could feel the awkward in the tiny confined space, so I decided to jet before Derek could catch me. I hated when people talked about that bitch like she was a prize. I bit my lip hard before I sat down at my desk in front of Derek's office, and then pretended to work. I started shifting through papers, trying to keep my mind from wondering back to Derek being fucking married to a selfish bitch. I huffed, my face burning.

"Ana," Derek said softly, putting his hand on the paperwork I was fluttering around. I didn't dare look at him as I just stared at his hand on the papers.

"What?" I bit back at him as I tried to tug the papers back, but he refused.

"What the hell's the problem? You were fine back in the elevator." I could feel his gaze, but I didn't look up, ever. I snatched the papers back from him, getting up and shoveling everything I needed into my arms. "Ana, what the hell?!"

"Please leave me alone," I closed my eyes, my face probably still tinted red with my anger. Before I could walk away, Derek grabbed my arm, trying to pull me to him. I shook and shifted my weight uncomfortably. "Derek! Everyone is fucking watching!"

"Tell me what's wrong and I'll let go," his eyes instantly met mine, and I could see sincerity, but his face was stone cold. Mine was probably as red as it felt; half of it from embarrassment and the other half from anger.