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Lately, there's been a woman about your age-maybe younger, the bitch-hanging around the office. And you can tell by the look of her-she's a fucking slut. Well, it wasn't unusual to find prostitutes around. But they never hang around the same area for more than a few fuck sessions. And this was really bothering you. Some days you found her looking up at your man. But you swallowed your pride. You were bigger than this-you wouldn't get jealous so easily. Right?
Another thing. Worick seemed overly familiar with her. The worrying part...she seemed too familiar with Nicolas. You grit your teeth. And he seemed actually receptive of that.
"Hey, Alex." You looked up at Worick who was speaking out a window. He glanced at you slyly. You feel your blood start to boil. That eye screamed he was planning something. "You're over there again." he says. Over...?
...wait. Then it clicks. 'He's talking to the prostitute.' "You must like it there." he smiles. Yup. You knew he was definitely planning something. You give him a warning glare. He knows. 'No.' you mouth warningly."I need to leave for a little bit." 'Worick.' you hiss. "Can I leave a couple things to you?" he asks, pointing behind him, ignoring you without batting a fucking eyelash. He was letting that bitch into the house. "A couple things?" you hear her outside. You remember specifically telling him...
"Yeah." he grins widely, finding amusement in your teeth gnashing.
...to keep his 'business'...
"Why don't you come on up? I'll explain." he waves her toward to door.
...outside of the fucking office.
"Sure!" you hear her chirp. And something in you snaps. All you could think was,
'She wasn't gonna have my man for a quick buck.'