Page 20 of Sinful Affair

“Thank you,” I croak as I wipe my mouth and then take a sip of water.

“You’re dismissed, Tom, thank you,” she shoos him away and he closes the door behind him.

“Are you okay now little miss dramatic?” she tuts, rolling her eyes and I am so close to telling her that her husband fucked me this morning on the way to work, but I think better of it.

Do. Not. Stoop.

I nod.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” I am so fucking done with her shit.

“My husband has asked me to make cuts, and you Bella, are slacking. I have no idea what has happened to you lately, but you’re not the same.” She shakes her head in disgust.

“Clarissa, I…” I pause when I feel my stomach twist. Shit. “I’m sorry,” I swallow, closing my eyes for a second, “but you can’t say that. I put in the hours, I do everything you ask of me.”

Fuck.

She goes to speak but I am back over her bin again, heaving and tears are streaming down my face just as her office door opens.

“Oh Henry,” she sighs, “I bring her in to fire her, and she starts being sick,” the coldness of her tone has me shaking.

“Bella, are you okay?” Henry ignores his wife as he drops down beside me, passing me a tissue.

I nod, taking it from him and wiping my mouth as I slowly sit up once more.

Henry gives me a look, one full of adoration and my racing heart settles in my chest.

He then stands up, turning his attention to his wife.

“What do you mean you’re firing her?” he questions Clarissa, his tone sharp as he steps towards her.

“She is slacking, she isn’t performing at all, and I am sick of having to carry her.”

Henry laughs, head tipped back as it fills the room. “Are you joking?” he shakes his head. “Bella goes above and beyond for you, and this is how you treat her?” I watch as his eyes bounce between hers, moments slip past, and he turns to look at me.

“Bella, will you please excuse us?” and I don’t miss the sly wink he gives me, and I nod, standing and walking towards the door.

“This isn’t over Bella!”

“Yes, Clarissa…” he pauses, “it is,” and I walk out of the door.

Half hour passes when Henry comes out of the office, he says nothing, but he gives me a look before he walks towards the lift.

Clarissa doesn’t come back out of her office for the duration of the day and once five o’clock spins around, I am out of the office and into Henry’s waiting car.

“You okay?” he asks me and I nod.

“Well… I think so. Shouldn’t have eaten the take out,” I sigh, rubbing my belly.

“Baby…” he smirks at me, then pulls a white plastic bag from the inside of his suit jacket, “I don’t think it was the take out,” and he slips a pregnancy test box from the bag and hands it to me.

“What?” I breathe.

“Makes sense; we’ve been fucking like porn stars, you’re not on anything… we haven’t used anything…” his eyes light up and my heart stammers in my chest.

Jeff drives us home and I cling onto the pregnancy box like it is my lifeline.

We go to my apartment through fear that Clarissa will be at home, and I head straight for the toilet. Henry is waiting outside the door, and I imagine he is pacing.