5 Days a Week: Tuesday (contemporary office romance) by V T Turner Page B

dismissed her and went back to his wife after she told him about the baby. She dreamt that he took her job, her house and left her on the street. She had surreal, suffering dreams after that; her sleep was far from peaceful.
     
    When she finally awoke she was a mess and she knew she had to tell him. She had to get it off her chest, the worrying wasn’t doing her any favors. She was still suffering from morning sickness and that, along with the strains of work and maintaining a relationship that technically didn’t exist, was eating her soul.
     
    She texted him when she was hunched over the toilet. She was going to be late for work again, she wasn’t due in early but he liked her in so he could screw her before everyone else arrived. She planned to text him to tell him she would be late, give him a feeble excuse, but as soon as her fingers began to type she got carried away with herself. She regretted what she had written after she hit ‘send’ but the deed was done.
     
    She experienced another flood of nausea, this one from the worry more than the morning sickness. She was still retching when the phone rang in her hand.
     
     
    Mark
     
    He hadn’t slept much. He’d stayed awake, angry at himself and at Sissy. He’d never liked her very much. She was stuck-up. She thought that she was better than everyone else just because she was fucking the boss. He’d known girls like her at high school, the prim and proper tarts who excelled at everything, looked down on everyone and eventually ended up pregnant or sleeping with the English teacher. He’d avoided her, ignored her, but after last night, after she’d interrupted his time with Shelly -- the girl he was obsessed with, the girl he was sure he was destined to be with -- he couldn’t ignore her anymore.
     
    He was still annoyed when he woke from what little sleep he had, but he tried to push the hatred down; tried to concentrate on the day ahead. He would see Shelly again, that was always a plus; that thought sustained him, kept a smile on his face as he ate breakfast, showered and headed to the office.
     
    The smile didn’t fade from his face when he noticed that Simone seemed to be grinning like a crazy woman at the front desk; it didn’t fade when he noticed Shelly hadn’t shown up with the others and forced himself to chatter idly with them, all the while looking out for her; it didn’t fade when he saw his boss and tried to offer him a friendly smile only to be rebuffed by an aggressive and unwarranted outburst -- Matthews was clearly pissed off at something. The smile did fade when, an hour into the morning, Shelly was nowhere to be seen.
     
    She hadn’t shown up for work.
     
    Simone
     
    She had all the dirt on her boss that she could have dreamed of getting: crystal clear video of him fucking her in the office. Now it was just a question of how she played the game. She spent all night working it out but didn’t really come to any sound conclusion. It wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, she had planned it for a while, but most of her efforts had gone into the dirty deed itself -- forcing herself to go through with it, finding the right moment when he was horny and they were alone -- and she hadn’t thought of what to do afterwards.
     
    She was still trying to work it out in the morning when he came to her desk and hit on her, hoping to stick his desperate and tiny cock in her again.
     
    She stared at him with contempt. God, how she hated him. He was everything that was wrong with the world. He had a lot of money and no idea how to spend it; a beautiful wife and a gorgeous girlfriend and no idea how to treat them; status and power, with no intention of using them for good. He was an egotistical, disgusting human being who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as anyone else. Since she had started working in the office she had seen him fritter away his life and his relationships, had watched as he skirted the law and every grain of common