Betrayed Chapter 6

"I'll be waiting for your call, Lover," she murmured, smiling.

I watched her strut regally towards the curb and her waiting Lexus. Knowing I would be watching, she tossed in an exaggerated wiggle that rivaled Dianna's. She stopped abruptly, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.

"...and Lance?" she added. "She was lovely, whoever she was. Feisty, too. You always have had impeccable taste in women."

I wasn't sure if that last compliment had been intended towards Dianna or Susan herself. Either my wife was a very good actress or Jeff, as I had surmised, had not revealed Dianna's secret to her. The fact that Susan had referred to her rival in the past tense was not lost upon me. Fait accompli; in Susan's eyes, the usurper stood no chance. Her towering arrogance, heaped atop her other faults, appalled me.

Why would she even bother with this charade in the first place? Together, the two of them would have everything she wanted; prestige, money, security, and a big dick. Was she trying to get me back just to prove she could?I would contact my lawyer as soon as I got to my desk, inform him of this new development, and have him instruct the investigator to keep digging.

The usual suspects in the office extended their bright, cheery greetings. I walked into the wing that housed the offices of the firm's half-dozen heavyweight traders – myself included. My office was one of the middle two. Angie, our secretary, sat at a desk on the opposite side, facing my door. In the two years she had worked for our group, she had been one of the brightest spots in my business life.

To put it delicately, Angie was a dish: a five-foot, six-inch Latina from the Northwest Side, with thick, wavy raven hair that shimmered with blue overtones when the light hit it. She possessed dark, expressive eyes and a voluptuous body that threatened to rip through whatever tight outfit she wore on any given day.

That she 'overdressed' for the office, or did her hair and makeup more expressively than most – by conservative, politically-correct Anglo standards – was a given, and a delightful daily distraction to the male members of the staff.