Office Affair - A new beginning

Mrs. Evil

A lot of Dominic's frustration that morning had to do with not being able to talk to Anya before he left the house, but she was so soundly and blissfully asleep that he didn't want to wake her up. Instead, he had spent a good half hour just gently watching her, trailing along her face with his eyes, and feeling warmth of emotions. He pulled himself out of the bed after kissing her cheek, and put on his clothes. He wore the same thing he did yesterday, because he didn't have the time to rummage through the suitcase in search of a new one, what with immediately joining Anya in bed.  He sneaked out of the bedroom only to be greeted by Mike in the hallway.

"Seriously? You're leaving that early? What about Anya? Don't you think she'd want to spend her morning with you?"

Dominic knew that Mike was only half teasing him, but it still hurt because he was, in fact, in a desperate need to sit with her on the couch and talk about their plans and their new life together, but his schedule was too tight to allow it.

"I'll make it up to her."

"All right, if you say so." Mike shrugged.

The ride to the office was uneventful, and he got slightly annoyed when he noticed that Michelle was already there at her desk. Did she sleep inside the building? He slouched on the chair in his office and decided that he needed to do something about it. He needed to do something drastic. But what?

Paperwork was piling up on his desk and he had to start getting to it, but he couldn't focus. He felt an unpleasant tension in his stomach. It wasn't just hunger. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he looked at the caller ID. He sighed.

"Patricia, what an unpleasant surprise. I could have done without it." He rolled his eyes.

"This is not a proper way to address your own mother, Dominic!"

"Isn't it? To what do I owe this great misfortune of hearing your voice?"

"I just got back from Canada, because I had received some very unsettling news. And lose the attitude. It doesn't suit you."

"Au contraire, madame. It's in my blood. It's my heritage." He said with a very lousy French accent.

"Dominic, I'm at my wit's end with you and your behavior."

"Then how about you don't call me anymore, Patricia? So, what's the news?"

"Honestly, Dominic, sometimes I feel like you were raised by a pack of wolves!"

"You're too kind, madame."

"Well I never...never mind. The point is, Dominic, I got a call from Kayla."

"You what?" He sat up straight and gripped the edge of his chair.

"One would think that you had an ounce of respect left for your mother, to let her know that you've left your wife for some low class gold digger! But you're your true father's son, aren't you?"

Dominic took a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself before speaking.

"Now, you listen to me, Patricia. The woman I love will never be, under any circumstances, put into that context, by you or anyone else. Do you understand me?"

"I will not take orders or the tone from you, Dominic. You're not my husband."

"Then I'll send condolences to the man for putting up with you. Do I have his address? Oh wait, I don't. I only know where your first three husbands live, one of which still sends me a Christmas card, unlike you."

"Enough, Dominic! What I wanted to say is that I'm coming over to your place to sort this situation."

"That's not possible. I no longer live with Kayla and my life is none of your business."