10. A wife

Abigail Hayes

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George arched an eyebrow as though he was confused, but my glare didn’t soften.

Seeing this, he stood up and rounded the table, his hands placed in his pockets. “What are you yelling about?”

“You have a wife?” I repeated, throwing the newly ironed suit at him.

He picked it up, scowling at me for wrinkling his clothing “You met Christine?”

I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, shocked by his nonchalance. “We made love!”

“We fucked, Abigail, and that has nothing to do with Christine. She’s my wife and you were just a body for my pleasure. Now, if you’d get out of my office.”

My mouth fell open. I couldn’t fucking believe him. That was it? That was his explanation? Christine was his wife and I was what? “What the fuck did you say?” I might lose my job for getting mad at him like that but I couldn’t find it in me to care at that moment. I had a penchant for creating trouble for myself when I was angry and this wasn’t any different.

As though he had all the time in the