The Bosses Wife

The White Party. 

Anyone who is anyone is there, and that means her.

A slinky white dress, cut just above the mid thigh, short dark hair that curls at the ends. Deep green eyes that scan the room repeatedly, clearly searching for someone.  


I step forward, greeting some business acquaintances with a broad smile. I can feel her eyes on me, and I refuse to make eye contact. 

It's inappropriate. 

"Benjamin," booms a voice, clapping me firmly on the back. "Good to see you. How's the family?" 

I make smal

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