“Except this time,” she taunts.
“You hope.”
“I’m hidden so far away from you that you will never find me,” she says.
“Is that a fact?”
“You don’t think I’d come after you without a really good hiding hole, do you?”
At least she admits that she needs to hide from me. My rep is important to the role I play, and as long as she’s scared then that’s all that matters.
“Only cowards hide, Jessica.”
“And only assholes string you along,” she retorts, and I roll my eyes.
“Is this really about me not sticking my dick inside of you?” I ask her, because as reasons go, this is a truly pathetic one.
“You played me.”
“I did not fucking play you. You knew where you stood with me, and you knew that it was never going to happen.” I made it very clear from the off, so this is just pointless bullshit she’s spouting.
“Pfft. So what about all that flirting you did, huh? All those times you said you would always take care of me, look after me, make sure I was happy…”
“That was meant in a working context only, and I told you that. I always look after my own, but I guess you took it a little too personal,” I respond, not for one minute accepting this shit. “You were there when I said it to others, and I make no apologies for looking after those that look after me, but you have made the biggest mistake of your life, Jessica, because I will hunt you down, I will find you, and then I will make you wish you had never been born.” I don’t like the idea of hurting a woman, that’s not my bag, but for this bitch, I’ll make an exception.
“Because of her?” she poses it as a question, unsure of my answer.
“Yes,” I say without missing a beat, because there is no fucking question, and everyone here knows it. You do not fuck with Kat. End of.
“Does her pussy taste good?” Jessica asks.
“Fucking divine.” If she thought I wasn’t going to answer, she was wrong.
“It’s gonna hurt when I take her from you.”
“And that will achieve what exactly?”
“Your misery.”
Fucking hell, she’s really lost the plot. How can she go from being one of my trusted people to one of my biggest problems so quickly?
“Come at me, Jessica. Give me your best shot,” I say, not deterred by her threats whatsoever.
I hear a smash from upstairs and I whirl around, my heart picking up speed as it pumps wildly, and I grab a knife before my feet move to the stairs. I hear Jessica laugh and then I cut the call, the knife firmly in my grip as I move up, wanting to get to Kat quickly but knowing that I need my wits about me.
I listen, I stalk, and I move along the hallway to my bedroom. To my wife. To my motherfucking heartbeat.
The door to my bedroom is still open, and I cover all angles as I look around, the knife ready and waiting to be used in my hand.
“Shit,” I hear Kat say from the ensuite, and I make my way over to the doorway, but what I see is not what I was expecting. I was expecting to have to deal with some asshole who had––somehow––managed to get in here, but what I am actually faced with is Kat sat on the edge of the sink, the bathroom mirror smashed on the floor with bits of glass everywhere.
The fucking relief I feel is ridiculous, and I start to make my way over to her.
“No, don’t,” she says, holding her hands up in front of her, palms facing me. “There’s glass everywhere, you’ll cut yourself.”
It’s cute that she cares, but I don’t, so I continue towards her.
“Stubborn man,” she mutters as I stop in front of her, managing to avoid all of the glass.
