underwear?’ his eyes are black with desire. ‘The dress’ I whisper as though he will comprehend that the effect of the dress reduces with a visible panty line. I am standing my cheeks flushed my eyes sparkling gaping at my Vegas man with no idea of what is happening. He walks back to me wrapping his arms around my middle nuzzling my neck ‘Abi’ he murmurs into me with such feeling that my insides melt and my eyes tear, I sigh. ‘Stay please’ he pleads. ‘Your date’ I whisper. ‘Stay’ he insists and I wrap my arms around him the familiarity soothing me. Someone once again bangs on the door and Grant releases me reluctantly before opening it. ‘Mr Fitzgerald, sorry sir I didn’t realize it was you’ a voice stutters. ‘Ok Gerry, I will be out in a moment’ Grant soothes as he once again closes the door. ‘So I take it you are allowed in here?’ I enquire. ‘Yes’ he turns to me his eyes pensive ‘this is my club Abi’ ‘Your club’ I repeat confused ‘I thought you were in property’ ‘I am’ he exhales a breath ‘this is a mess’ Before I can enquire as to what exactly the door bursts open and the woman from earlier is standing there glaring at me sitting on the desk. I am muddled and have exactly zero idea of what is occurring around me. ‘Who is she Grant?’ she requests her face thunderous. ‘A friend’ he mutters frowning at her. I glance at him and hold his gaze for what seems like hours before she moves forward to face me. ‘Who are you?’ she demands and I frown at her. ‘Nothing to do with you’ I reply, I don’t appreciate this woman speaking me in such a manner. ‘It is everything to do with me if you are making your moves on my fiancé!’ ‘What the…Amber!’ Grant growls. The room spins as I digest her words, fiancé! He has just fucked me on his desk and his fiancé is ten foot away. It takes all my inner strength to stand and face her. ‘You are welcome to him’ I avoid his eyes and push past the pair of them to the entrance where I hail a cab home. It isn’t until I am home that the impact of what has just transpired becomes apparent and I sink down onto my bed in floods of tears.
Chapter Seven I am cleaning the kitchen when Bella finally arrives home at 11am the next morning, ‘Hi’ her eyes find mine and search for something I am not sure of. ‘Hi, good night?’ I grin ‘walk of shame?’ She smiles relieved that I am still standing and not blubbering into my quilt, I have no doubt that she has been informed of last night’s antics, well some of them by Mike who must be aware of the engagement of his friend. ‘What can I say I am a hussy?’ she relaxes before turning to me ‘are you ok?’ ‘Fine thanks’ I return to scouring the oven avoiding her eyes. ‘Abigail’ she calls using my full name. ‘What?’ I turn towards her with an impassive glance. ‘Speak to me’ she demands. ‘Bella I am fine what do you want to discuss?’ I continue to scrub the oven. ‘Grant is devastated’ she murmurs. I stop scrubbing and turn to her my mouth open in disbelief, ‘are you fucking joking me Bella?’ ‘What do you mean?’ she frowns. ‘I mean the guy fucked me in the office then introduced me to his fiancé are you on fucking drugs?’ ‘What?’ she shocks ‘what are you talking about?’ ‘Are we talking about the same thing Bella?’ ‘Grant came into the bar to inform us you walked out on him’ she murmurs ‘what actually happened, I would have left with you if…..’ ‘Forget it!’ I mutter continuing with the oven. ‘Abigail please!’ she pleads. I stop and turn throwing the sponge in the sink, ‘I thought he was different Bella, I thought he was different from the rest’ a sob escapes me and I automatically move my hand to my mouth. Bella wraps her arms around me and I sob into her shoulder, ‘I though he was special’ ‘I am so sorry Abi, so sorry’ she rubs