Sex with the Ex

Keeping Secrets

I went downstairs and Sam was nowhere to be found. The coffee pot felt very cold. So, either he left really super early this morning or he didn't make coffee at all.

I made myself a cup and put it in a thermos. There was no point in sitting there drinking it at home when there was no one to drink it with. So, I headed out.

When I got to work, I was greeted by Stacey and her scowl again. I was not in the mood for her shit. I walked past her towards my office and ignored her existence.

It wasn't long before Will was calling me into his. "Beth, could you come here, please?" He asked when I picked up the phone.

"Sure. I'll be there in just a moment, Will." I hung up the phone and stood up, smoothing out my shirt before heading out the door. I tried to push away my feelings about last night, but as I sat in Will's office, taking dictation during his meeting, I found that it was consuming my mind.

When Will's client left, he came around the front of his desk and leaned on it, staring at me while I finished making my notes. "Beth, is everything alright?"

I glanced up at him; looking sharp in his suit with every one of his lean muscles showing through the fabric. I brushed away thoughts of Bri's party that were creeping back in. "Yeah," I smiled. "I'm great, Will. Thank you for your concern."

"Come on, Beth. I've known you for a long time now. I know when something isn't right." His smile was sweet and genuine.

I stood up and gathered my things. "Sam and I had a fight last night and I said some horrible things to him. Then, this morning, I wanted to apologize, but he wasn't home. Now, I'm worried he was out drinking somewhere..."

Will crossed the room to me. "Beth, I'm so sorry you had a fight, but people sometimes say things that are hurtful. If he went out and drank, it was not because of you; it was because of him."

I knew Will was right, but I just couldn't accept it. I felt like it was my fault. If I wouldn't have said those things, Sam wouldn't be out drinking again.

I smiled kindly at him. "Thanks, Will. If that's all, I think I'll go get this typed up and file it." I turned to leave, but he called out to me.

"Beth, I'd like to take you to lunch today. Would that be ok?"

I paused to consider it, before turning around to face him. "I don't know, Will. I think we should keep this professional."

He forced a smile; obvious that he was hurt. "I understand."

I nodded and left; grateful to get out of there and stop thinking about that stupid party. I didn't want to admit it, but the more I was around Will, the more I thought about how he made me feel that dreadful night.

*****

When I got home, Sam was still nowhere to be found. I started to get worried. What if something happened to him?

I tried to call his cell: "Hey, you've reached Sam..." I hung up and tried again. "Hey, you've reached..." I stabbed at the end button with my finger and slammed my phone down on the counter.

Stewing about it some more, I decided to send him a text instead. So, I picked up my phone and began typing away furiously.

You have been gone all-day

Nope.

I'm starting to get really worried