The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

Monday morning arrived too quickly, dragging us back from the dreamy escape of the weekend into work. So much work. I had been on my feet for what felt like forever, even though it was barely eleven o’clock.

The conference room was filled with engineers and department heads, along with the mechanical design, finance, and accounting teams.

My man sat at the head, looking every inch the commanding CEO in his black-as-night suit. His eyes drifted to me, where I sat to his right, and they lingered.

They stayed on my face, his green eyes softening into a look that turned my stomach to jelly and made me want to ruffle his perfectly slicked-back hair.

I wiggled my brows at him, and the corner of his lips quirked up before he looked away. I was getting hooked on his smile, Lord have mercy.

"So what’s the agenda for the upcoming VTD engine upgrade test on the racetrack?" Finn asked.

The head of Engineering shifted in his seat. "It’s ready for testing, sir."

"Good. Miss Kellerman, push my schedule ahead by an hour. I want to test the engine upgrade."

"Noted, Mr Wolfe-"

The door to the conference room suddenly flew open, and guess who walked right in?

The devil.

That may be an understatement, but it might as well have been evil itself. Victoria strutted in, all wrapped up in a tight black dress and pumps to match. A younger woman trailed behind her, carrying a designer bag, bowing her head.

Every head in the room turned.

I had almost, almost managed to forget the stunt she pulled on Saturday, but here she was with her white-coated nails throwing it back in my face.

Why was she here? The first and only time I had ever seen her in this building was when she came to tell me so graciously how Finnegan was married to her.

She smiled brightly, waving a manicured hand. "Hello, everyone! So sorry to interrupt. I’m Victoria Wolfe, Finnegan’s wife. I thought I’d pop in to support my husband during this important meeting."

A ripple of shock moved through the room. Whispers broke out immediately. Finnegan’s face remained cold and composed, but I saw the fury burning in his emerald eyes.

His jaw tightened, and his fingers flexed on the table. Irritation flared hotly in my bones when she walked straight to Finnegan, leaning down to kiss him ON THE LIPS, in front of everyone.

How dare she touch him like that?

"Darling, you look so handsome in that suit," she purred, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "I missed you this weekend."

Finnegan’s hand came up immediately, firmly pushing her away. "Victoria, this is a professional meeting. You’re being inappropriate."

She pouted dramatically, playing the doting wife so well that it sickened me. She didn’t get to touch him like that after all she did to Angel and Finnegan. He could be soft and tolerate her bullshit, but I was this close to ripping her extensions out.

Oh sweet lord in heaven, was I... was I jealous?

"Oh, don’t be like that, honey. I’ll wait for you in your office, okay?" She pressed her lips to his again before sauntering out, her assistant trailing behind her.

The room fell dead silent for several seconds. I kept my face as neutral as I could, but inside, I was burning.

The audacity of that woman, walking in here like she had any right to touch him after everything she’d done.

How much more was she going to hurt him? I wished there was some way to end this for him.

Finnegan cleared his throat, voice ice-cold. The playful glint in his eyes was completely gone. "Let’s continue." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The meeting dragged on, and when it finally ended, Finnegan rose abruptly.

"Miss Kellerman, with me," he said curtly.

We took the elevator to the top floor.

"I’m sorry she’s here-"

"Come on, Finn, it’s not your fault," I murmured, taking his hand.

"I’ll handle this."

"No." I tilted my head to the side, reaching up to stroke his jaw. Every single hint of a smile was completely gone from his face just because she showed up. "We’ll handle this together."

His warm hand covered mine just as the elevator doors slid open. When we reached his office, Victoria was already there, lounging on the couch.

"Finally," she said with a sweet smile. "I’ve been waiting."

Finnegan’s jaw clenched. "Victoria, get out. I’m calling security."

She laughed lightly. "Go ahead. I dare you. There are at least thirty media vans outside the gates right now. They’ll love seeing your men throw your own wife out of the building. Think of the headlines, darling."

Finnegan’s hands curled into fists. She had him cornered. But if we couldn’t get her to leave, then we could leave.

Ignoring her, I calmly opened my tablet and began reading his next schedule aloud. "You have the VTD gear upgrade test at the racetrack in twenty minutes, sir. The engineering team should already be on its way to the site. Then a briefing with the board at 4 PM."

Victoria’s smile faltered as we continued working around her like she was invisible. Her irritation grew with every passing minute until she finally snapped.

"I’m surprised you’re still clinging to my husband like a desperate whore," she spat at me. "After our little talk, I thought you’d have more self-respect."

I looked up slowly, meeting her eyes with a smile. "How could I be a homewrecker for a home that was already wrecked long before I even came into the picture? One you wrecked with your hands,"

Victoria’s face twisted with rage. "You little bitch. Let’s see if you’re still that confident when I’m done with you."

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The second she was gone, Finnegan let out a sigh, crossed the room in two strides, and pulled me into his arms.

He held me tightly, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"I’m sorry you had to go through that," he murmured against my hair. "You didn’t deserve a single word of it."

I melted into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. "It’s okay. I can handle her. I know what we have is real. She’s just... a crazy person."

He huffed. "An understatement, really. I’ll make this right," he promised. "I swear."

At the close of work, I stood in the parking lot with Finnegan, the evening sun casting long shadows over my car.

"I’ll see you later," I told him, squeezing his hand. "I’m meeting Annette at our old apartment. We need to pick up some clothes and stuff we left behind."

He frowned, clearly reluctant to let me go. "I should be meeting my lawyers about what to do with Victoria. I’ll see you at home?"

"You will." I blew him a kiss, dropping into a dramatic curtsey when he opened the car door for me to get in.

The drive to Annette’s and my apartment took about twenty minutes. When I reached the door, however, something made me freeze.

There was a smear of blood on the ground before the door. My heart slammed against my chest.

We were supposed to meet here to figure out how to go after Gavin, but it seemed Gavin had come to us!