Page 4 of Little Twisted Things

“It’s good to see you.” He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Good.” He broke our embrace, grabbed the bottle of scotch from the counter, and poured himself a glass. “How did your interview go?”

“It went great. I got the job.” I grinned. “I start tomorrow morning.”

“I knew it!” He smiled, walked over, grabbed me, and swung me around. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” I kissed his lips.

“I see you’re making salmon for dinner. You know it’s my favorite.”

“I know.” I smiled.

Once dinner was ready, I took the plates over to the table and set them down while Alex poured us a glass of wine.

“You’d better be careful.” I pointed my fork at him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? Why is that? God, this salmon is good.”

“Kevin from next door really likes you and hopes you stick around.”

He chuckled. “Kev is a good guy. Well, semi-good.”

“What do you mean?” My brows furrowed.

“You cannot tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. Do you promise?”

“Alex, the one thing you can count on me for is to keep a secret. I’m very good at that.”

“I know. I just hate talking about other people’s business. Anyway, he’s cheating on his wife.”

I felt a twinge in my belly.

“What? They seem so happy.”

“A couple of days ago, I saw him and his assistant leave campus together. He had his hand on the small of her back, which I thought was odd. They reached his car, shared a kiss, climbed inside, and drove off. I confronted him about it today.”

“And what did he tell you?” I asked, finishing the last bite of my salmon.

“He said it just happened. He was feeling overwhelmed at home with Kris and the girls. He said he and Kris had an argument that day, and he vented to his assistant about it. One thing led to another, and they’ve been seeing each other for the past six months.”

“Six months?” My brow raised. “And Kris has no idea?”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “I told him that he should end it with his assistant, and he told me he didn’t want to and that she makes him love life again.”

Maybe he’d like death better.

“Then he needs to divorce Kris,” I said, because the overwhelming feeling was coursing through my veins again.

“He won’t. He said she’d get half of everything, and he’d have to pay child support for the three girls, possibly alimony since Kris doesn’t work, and he can’t afford it. He said he’d have no money left for himself at the end of the month.”

“Of course. It’s always about him. His needs, his wants, and screw anyone else.”

“Personal experience?” he asked, grabbing the wine bottle.

“My father had an affair,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass with my fingertip.