The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Hi hubby," Victoria drawled, strutting towards my car as I stepped out of the vehicle.

"Let me guess, your side piece called you," I grunted, folding my arms, glaring down at her. She had a blue sequined dress on, with long fringes that ended just above her knees. The sequins caught the light from the silver lamps hanging on the walls of the fence around my penthouse.

How had she arrived here so fast?

She had to have known that I found out she was fucking the tail I placed on her. If Simons didn’t send me proof of her cheating, then he was about to find out why and how the Wolfe name was powerful.

"Oh come on," She laughed lightly, covering her red coated nails over her lips. "I think it was quite hot though. The way you ran all the way there once you figured it out. Took you long enough,"

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I didn’t have time for her antics or parables.

My eyes narrowed into squints, turning her words over and over in my head. Had she sent him that amount of money on purpose to catch my attention?

First, it was the ridiculous fire that she had sent. Now it was her deliberately baiting me into finding out she was sleeping with Simons? What the hell was going on?

"It’s not like you can prove it though," She whispered, reaching across the gap between us to brush off invisible lint from my shirt. That spicy scent of hers that had clung to my PI like a vice teased my nose.

"Do not push me," I spat, grabbing her wrist. I yanked her closer. "What exactly are you playing at?"

Her red lips tugged into a smile. "A magician doesn’t reveal her secrets,"

"I do not have time for your games, Victoria. We’re both unhappy in this fucking farce of a marriage. Divorce would benefit you as much as it would me, so why the hell are you still holding on to this so badly?"

The woman I had thought I would spend the rest of my life loving, raised her shoulders in a shrug. "The Wolfe name, baby. I can’t go back to not being one, Dom. I’ve been a Wolfe for fifteen years. Maybe if you weren’t so cold to me, I would consider getting a divorce."

"You mean, if I wasn’t so immune to your antics," Letting go off her wrist, I reached for the car door, ready to slip back in and drive in through the gates. I would rather not have a scathing conversation with my wife outside my penthouse at two o’clock in the midnight.

The risk of a paparazzi seeing us was very low, but it was still a possibility and definitely not a risk I wanted to take. The night sky hung right above us, there was a bar a few streets down playing some song into the air. It was too late to be exchanging words with a crazy woman.

"Are you though?" She taunted behind me. "I knew you would come rushing when you saw the money I transferred to him. Give me some credit, Finnegan. Aren’t you going to ask why I purposely used that account to send him the money?"

A scoff fell from my lips and I turned halfway to her, arching a brow at her smug face. "Let me guess, you’ve been fucking him for a while to keep his mouth shut. Then he got greedy and started asking for money to shut him up. That did not sit well with you, did it Victoria?"

The smug look on her face fell. She blinked rapidly, heat blooming over her cheeks in the silver light coming from the wall lights around my penthouse. That only told me I was right.

She had figured a way to expose Simons without exposing that she was sleeping with him. Even if I submitted the transaction evidence, it was only circumstantial and she could lie in court that she had paid Simons for something else.

"Ugh, your mother was right. You’re like a freaking hawk," She mumbled, tossing her hair over her shoulders. "You’ve killed my fun, I’m leaving,"

"Boo fucking hoo," I muttered watching her strut back to her Martin. Why would my mother say I was like a hawk? If anything, she always made me feel dumb as fuck, calling me smart was a compliments I had never heard from her lips.

My head throbbed from the numerous questions swimming around it. On one hand there was Victoria and Mother. Victoria wasn’t that smart to think that she could bait me like that.

Was the mother behind this? Why was she helping Victoria? Why was she so adamant to keep me shackled to a woman who defaced me and would have rather died with my twin brother years ago than be married to me?

Was this about Devin? Was she so attached to Victoria because she used to be Devin’s?

With a sigh, I slipped back into the car, driving through the gates into the penthouse. There was the matter of my assistant too.

The logical thing to do would be to fire Abigail Kellerman.

Where would I get an assistant as competent as she was though? That was the infuriating thing about this. She was so fucking good at her job. She knew my moods, she read me like an open book and managed every single thing down to the tiniest details.

And she made the best coffee I had ever tasted.

Until I could find another assistant who could do what she could, firing her sounded like a fucking hassle.

No I would keep her, but she would pay. For every lie, every time she deceived me, she would pay. No one lies to me and gets to roam around scot-free.

Simon was going to pay for lying to me and come Monday morning, Miss Kellerman was going to wish she had never done so.