Nice try Mr.CEO

Chapter 19

One week later...

This week has been pretty normal, excluding the fact that Mark disappears almost every night to go somewhere, and I just haven't persisted enough for him to answer my questions. It's always that he "needs to go to the office", but after that "office run", he comes up drunk and swaying.

This whole week has been just him getting shit face drunk and barely making it home. Only now, when he makes it home, he has developed a certain specialty to begin mumbling in his sleep. Literally. But the really fun catch is that if you ask him a question he'll actually respond. I don't know whether or not he will actually tell the truth, or if it's just drunk mumbles.

On Friday, he had come back puking and completely almost out of his mind. He was mumbling "Tal" and "Vy", which I thought were just parts of "Talia", standing for my name, and "Ry," instead of "Vy", and that would stand for Gregory. Boy was I wrong.

That night, I had led him to the bedroom, and he had thrown off his shirt and almost passed out midair as he landed on the bed.

All week, I had been putting off talking with him about where he was and why he lied, but maybe I didn't need to talk to him while he was awake.

Obviously, I didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but it was worth a try.

Rolling him over onto his back as he's snoring, I quietly whisper his name. He gives a small start and that's how I know he's subconsciously listening.

"Where- where were you on Monday night?" He drools a little bit before answering clearly,

"I was at work. Then I went to the bar." he chuckles then continues, "Then I went to The Belluccini." That so far is all truth, I think.

"Why did you lie to me about going to your friend's house?" I nervously ask, my hands clasped together shaking.

"Because I knew you would freak out and dump me if you knew what I was doing." He responds without hesitation.

My eyes widen and smoldering tears begin to climb up like magma climbing to the top of the volcano.

"W-well w-what were you d-doing there babe?" I ask while stuttering.

"I'm not your babe. I hate it when you call me that. I was having passionate sex with my side hoe you fucking bitch.

My eyes widen and my heart almost stops.

W-what? How could he just say that so nonchalantly? Oh right, he's asleep and drunk. But, there's no way he's telling the truth right? Right?! He only loves me and he didn't go to The Belluccini to have sex with another woman, right???

My heartbeat begins to escalate as I struggle to keep the tears that are like magma spewing out of the volcano that I call my eyes. All these years I had trusted him... Wait! He could be lying and saying what he thinks I would think he was doing! He would never do something like this to me! What was I thinking? I'll just ask him upfront tomorrow morning and finally, settle this once and for all.

A/N: Sorry guys that this is so short, my brain isn't fully functioning at this hour lmao. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!