TROUBLE 2

“Oh, hi. I’m Selena.”

Looking at the fiancée of the man you’ve recently banged and keeping yourself from crumbling into a confession-riddled heap as you kiss her feet and beg forgiveness…not the easiest thing in the world.

“Ah, er, hello. I’ll just buzz Mr Lucas,” I say weakly, keeping my eyes downcast.

So sue me, I am terrified she’ll take one look at me and know what I’ve done. Explaining that I had no clue he is engaged isn’t much of a consolation anyway, and I wouldn’t blame her if she punched me and picked me bald.

“Hannah,” he breathes into the phone, making me aware that my time is up as far as the stay of sexecution is concerned.

“Mr Lucas, sir, Miss Jeffries is here to see you,” I say calmly, though my heart is pounding and I feel awful.

Is it right to feel like I’m being betrayed here? Probably not, but as he clears his throat and tells me to show her in, I feel used and betrayed and…hurt.

Note:
Short story. Cliffhanger ending. Part 2 of 3. (Very) Adult content.