Page 3 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

Ben.

As his name flashes in my mind, the sudden warmth to this woman rushes me, and I step back to her and give her a semi-hug.

God, what the fuck is happening with me?

“I came to take you to lunch,” she links her arm in mine like this is an everyday occurrence and finally turns towards Heather. “Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there,” got to give it to the woman, she always was a good actress. There’s no way in hell she didn’t spot her standing in here. Sticking to her performance, Claire puts her hand on my chest and leans her head my way.

“That’s all, Heather,” I quickly put an end to Claire’s attempt of this charade and possibly shredding Heather to pieces in the process. I can only imagine how hard it must be to watch this. If the roles were reversed, I know I couldn’t control myself and would probably tear the guys hand off Heather. No one can touch her. No one, but me.

She doesn’t say anything, just quickly glances from Claire to me, but in that second, I see she made her decision, and it’s not the one I like. Turning away, she opens the office doors and leaves without one last look or even saying one word.

“What are you doing here, Claire?” I ask, stepping away from her. I have to get rid of her and do it quick, so I can go hunt Heather down, and explain everything. And make her stay with me.

“Lovely girl,” Claire muses almost to herself, still watching the door. “Quiet, though. Not even saying hello to your bosses’ wife.” Her calculated look is aimed my way now.

“What did you expect? You surprised her. Besides, you’re just a little bit frightening,” I try to make a joke, just to diminish the guessing that’s lurking in Claire. I know how she operates. If I give her just an inkling of suspicion, she’ll stop at nothing to find out everything there is to find out about Heather. “Now, why are you here?”

“I told you, I’m here to take you to lunch.” Translation, she’s here to ask for money. Thank God, I secured my money in a separate account. The way she’s going, she would spend it all in a week.

Still, not my brightest decision to give it to her every time she asks, but it gives me a little reprieve from her.

“I can’t, I have that meeting at one that can’t be postponed,” And I do. I was hoping I will take Heather to lunch to celebrate after, maybe even get a room in a hotel. We’ve never been together outside my office walls. And even though it has its rush, sneaking like this, trying not to get caught, I want to give her everything. And I want the chance of having her in a bed. Just the thought of Heather in a bed makes my blood to heat and my cock to harden.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” An idea comes to me in a flash; I could take Heather away for the weekend, just her and me with no danger of getting caught. We could be like any other normal couple out there. Enjoying a nice place and each other. Go to sleep together and wake up together.

Just thinking about this brings a smile to my face.

I can’t wait to tell her.

I just need to get Claire to leave me alone.

“I don’t know yet, why?” She asks after unclenching her jaw. Now why would my refusal to lunch set her off? She never had that reaction before.

“I probably won’t be home for the weekend. There’s a new company that surfaced up, it’s rumored to be the great next thing and I want to see if it’s something that may interest me,” I come up with a lie in a flash. If I’m honest there probably is some new company that has a decent portfolio and could be actually successful, it only needs a big enough investor. There’s one every day. “I just wanted to make sure Ben’s handled.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Even if I do decide to go somewhere, he’ll be fine.” She dismisses the question of our son as casually as if she is swatting a fly away.

How is it possible that the woman who used to lose sleep worrying if she’ll be a good mother, or the one that started cooing to our son the moment she had him in her hands after she gave birth to him, no matter how tiered she was, showing him he’s loved from the second he was born, is now dismissing him like he’s nothing?

She said her biggest fear was that she would be like her parents, letting nannies raise him. And she’s doing the exact same thing.

I tried to talk to talk to her, I begged her to see hm. See me. See our family.

But every time I did, she would either storm out in rage, or lock herself in a bathroom until I had Ben settled and quiet. Or until I went to sleep in another room.

I’m tormenting myself daily for giving in to Heather, for letting myself have just a little happiness, when only looking at Claire and how she acts is reason enough not to do it.

I don’t have time for her games, I need to go and find Heather.

Before she can start with her speech again, I ask, “How much?”

“How much what?” The surprise on her face seems genuine, but I know her too well to fall for it.

“How much money do you need this time?” I clarify even though it isn’t needed. I’m willing to dance a little, but I don’t have too much time for her games. I need to chase the woman who had my cock in her not even half an hour ago down and make her stay with me.

“I…” She starts to say something, but I don’t need her bullshit explanations, I need her to go the fuck away.

“Cut the crap, Claire. Just tell me how much money you want.” Hearing my words, and impatience in them, Claire looks to her right focusing on the painting of some lake that hangs on the wall and visibly swallows. Now, what the hell was that?