Page 3 of Sinful Affair

Insinuating that her husband comes here for me.

Snorting out a breath I shake my head in disbelief.

I watch as Clarissa gets up from her desk and slams her office door before the sound of raised voices blur around me.

Great.

Now she is going to be even worse than she normally is.

Placing my head in my hands, I mutter to myself, “I love my job, I love my job…”

CHAPTER TWO

HENRY

Temptation is a mistress.

And she does tempt me. A lot.

But the way Clarissa went at me once that door was closed was uncalled for. I stepped down and let her take the reins and my god do I regret it.

Everything Clarissa wanted, Clarissa got. And that was my fault and I would willingly hold my hands up and say that. I spoiled her.

Pushed her to the top of her career when in reality she didn’t deserve any of this.

She never wanted children, so I settled on that, for her.

Everything I done was for her.

She treats me like shit and yet I still come back for more… and the worst part is, I have no idea why.

I wait on the pavement, turning my wrist to face me just as my phone buzzes.

Clarissa

Don’t wait for me. Caught up with work.

Typical Clarissa.

I shake my head from side to side and head to the parked car that sits kerbside when I hear Bella’s voice.

“Had the worst day,” she mutters, large sunglasses pushed onto her face, head down as she walks past me. “I’m heading across the street to our normal…” and that’s all I hear before she is out of earshot.

I look towards my driver and tell him to leave, I’ll call for him when I need him. Picking up my pace, I follow her. Not too closely, but close enough I can see where she is going.

Slipping into a quaint cocktail bar, she gives the doorman a knowing nod and I follow.

“Evening,” I tilt my head, hand in my pocket as I step inside the small bar. Dark green walls, gold chandeliers, and gold accents dotted around the room.

I seek her out in an instant and she sits down on the bar stool, phone in her hand as she scrolls. I watch as her shoulders rise and fall as if she has the weight of the world sitting upon them.

I stalk over, finger rubbing across my bottom lip as I stand next to her.

“Is this seat taken?” Her eyes widen when she sees me standing there.

Shaking her head slowly, she shuffles in her seat.

“Should you be here after…” she trails off just as the waiter puts her cocktail down in front of her.