Page 3 of Checkmate
She kissed his cheek before heading back down to their bedroom.
Knowing she’d forget, he tackled the laundry pile, ignoring the nasty voice in his head that chipped away at his confidence.
You’re such a fucking doormat.
Boy, he sure felt like it sometimes. Almost every day, he had a similar thought that somehow Sophie was taking him for a ride. It didn’t escape him how much he did for her and how little he received in return.
Unfortunately for him, that was just the kind of man he was. His father had offered him a great example of a loving and supportive husband, and he aimed to be even half the man he was.
“Okay, hon. I’m heading out.”
As predicted, Sophie was a knockout in a deep red skirt and a pretty white blouse. She had the perfect mix of sexy and professional with her red heels and new jewellery.
“You’re wearing your gift!” That was surprising.
“Of course I am, silly!” She giggled and turned slowly for his approval. “So how do I look?”
“Incredible,” he replied honestly, casting an approving gaze over her. “Really fucking beautiful.”
“Thanks, hon,” she said with a smile. “Okay, I gotta run! Kisses!”
With a flurry of activity, she was out of the door before he could take a couple of steps towards her.
Shaking his head, he grabbed his phone and opened his messaging service.
You rushed out without letting me reply. I hope you have a wonderful day, birthday girl. I love you.
He sent the message, reading it back to himself, as he heard a chime from his laptop. Chuckling, he shook his head and muttered to himself. “She’ll never learn.”
How many times had Sophie left herself signed into his devices? It was lucky he wasn’t a rival company. He suspected Sophie’s boss wouldn’t appreciate that.
Grabbing his laptop from the coffee table, he set himself up at his desk, ready to clock in for the day and work on some new scripts.
Sinking into his seat, he typed out another text, teasing her for her mistake.
You left yourself signed in again. Tell your boss it’s a coincidence that my business has the same model as his. Haha.
Oh, and Sophie? I know the necklace and earrings weren’t what you were expecting today. I wish I could have bought you everything you wanted, but hopefully soon the business will take off and I can buy you anything your heart desires.
To steal a phrase from a favourite show of mine – this time next year, we’ll be millionaires.
Thank you for your patience, always. I love you.
Right on cue, his laptop chimed and his message to Sophie flashed on the screen. Cancelling the notification, he glanced over the open page she had displayed.
Any amusement he felt quickly disappeared, his face losing all expression as he tried to make sense of what he was reading.
It was a message thread between Sophie and her boss. Not in itself concerning, especially given her recent promotion to Personal Assistant. But these were not the usual messages one would expect between two professionals.
He only caught snippets here and there, his eyes skimming the words that never seemed to end.
… sit on my cock as a reward…
… still haven’t slept with him…
… I only want you…
… Erica can’t find out…
