Chapter seven

"What the fuck is going on here, Neil?" I repeated. It was still a shock to me that my boyfriend, soon to be my fiance, was having sex with someone else.

I walked down to the sofa of the unholy act and I saw the secretary, trying to get herself together. From the first day I knew that he had gotten a secretary, I knew something was going on between them. I remembered the shoes.

"Claudie, we agreed that you wouldn't interrupt my workspace." Neil had the effrontery to say.

"Fuck you, Neil. You didn't want me here so that you can fuck your beautiful secretary, isn't it?" I was hurt deep down, but I didn't let his escapades with his secretary get to me. My face is set hard, all my being wishing the woman under his hand was dead.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she turned to Neil.

He raked his hair with his hands. "It was a mistake, Claudie. Don't you understand? I'm sorry."

There was a knock. Neil answered. "Not now, Margaret." And the knock died down.

"Is this how you