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I barely hear the annoying sound of Reagan’s voice and instead concentrate on the firmness of Everett’s chest beneath my palms, dying to run them over his abs.
“Well, as long as you’re okay, we better be going,” Reagan says.
Everett takes a hold of my wrists, guiding me to a bench near to us and sitting me down.“Are you sure you’re alright?”
I nod and take in his glorious form. I wonder what it would be like to run my tongue over him…
“Ev, I’m starving,” Reagan pushes.
I give him a soft smile, but really, I’m gritting my teeth to keep from yelling that he’s mine.
“See you Monday, Margie. I’m assuming you’ll be well enough to come in?”
“I’ll be there.”
She nods and takes Everett’s hand pulling him away, he looks back and smiles, then they walk away from me.
My hands curl into fists. All I can do is watch as they walk away, my anger amps up as he throws an arm around her shoulders and kisses her.
That should be me, not her.
Once I’m back at my tiny shoebox apartment, I go straight to the small cupboard and pull the string that’s attached to the bare light bulb. I look at the wall and smirk.
The top half of the wall is decorated with pictures. I cut around the picture as neatly as I can and place it against the corkboard. I stick a pin between her eyes, fixing the picture to the board. I stand back and admire it for a second. It’s filling up, and I’m not going to get much more on it. I pull the pin back out and seeing the hole I created there in her head, gives me a sick sense of happiness. How I’d love to do it in reality.
It won’t be long now. Everything is going according to plan—slow and disturbing.
All I need to do now is take from her what she loves most.
Forty-Four
Reagan
Monday soon rolls around again. Leaving Everett’s place after being there the whole weekend, I stop at Starbucks on my way to work and order a large Americano. I’m more relaxed than I was Friday, but as I walk through the doors of Hicks Life Solutions, my anxiety rears its ugly head. Something has me nervous but I’m not sure what.
Margie better come into work today. I don’t know what she was trying to pull Saturday morning when we went for a run. What the fuck was she even doing in the park at that time? She doesn’t have a dog or kids, and she wasn’t dressed for a run either. Once I’m in my office, I take a sip of the heavenly brew and close my eyes as it goes down. I hear the chatter of my employees as they come in and go to their desks. Taking a breath, I turn on my computer. I’ve had this feeling in the pit of my stomach since Friday and I’m scared that I’ll open my email and see something else has gone wrong.
“Pull yourself together, Reagan. Margie wasn’t here Friday. You dumbass.”
Shaking it off, I put my coffee down and switch on my monitor. Looking through the glass separating the offices, I unlock the door from my side and walk into Margie’s office. I look around me and sit down at her desk. I’m not sure what I think I’ll find but I pull on the knob of the desk drawer and find it locked. Her desk is neat and tidy. When I realize I’m not going to find anything, I go back to my own office.
By the time I sit back down my computer is loaded and ready to go. I click on my email and, thankfully, I don’t have anyone telling me we owe anything. Or maybe a lawsuit is being filed against us, which is good.
A sigh of relief escapes my lungs and I sit back and drink my coffee.
I hear her voice before I see her. I don’t move from my chair, instead I watch from my office as she waltzes into hers and drops down into her chair.
Picking up the desk phone, I call her office. She sneers, but her voice is light and cheery. “Good morning, Reagan, how are you today?”
“When you’re settled, can I see you in my office, please?”
“Of course.”
I hang up, only for her phone to ring again. Margie picks it up and soon the call is being transferred to me.
“Reagan,” Terry Hicks greets me as I put the receiver to my ear. “I see Margie is in today. What’s the status of the Sphinx account?”
“I’m seeing the CEO tomorrow.”
