I was already lying down on the bed, so Laura took the blanket and draped it gently over me.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked softly. "Are you blaming me for not having time to be with you?”
She continued, "How about this? I promise I’ll spend tomorrow with you. There is no work at all."
This woman, who was known as the ruthless queen and feared in the business world, could reduce herself to this pitiful state for me. I sneered because I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity.
Before I could reject her, her phone buzzed.
She hurriedly pressed mute because she did not dare to answer it. She then sat next to me and read the message that Jock sent her through WhatsApp.
[You little wildcat, you tore my underwear. Now, get me a new one immediately.]
Another message followed almost immediately. [Wait, it seems I don't have any more left here.]
Laura texted back. [Do you mind wearing Jerome's?]
Jock immediately replied. [Fuck, no! I can sleep with his woman but for the rest ….? Don't push it!]
[Fine. I’ll come by now.]
Laura glanced down toward me. She then stroked my face tenderly, got up and walked away.
I clutched the sheets and my tears broke through my defenses at this moment.