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The Christmas Debacle
My flight to Hokkaido for Christmas was
cancelled. I dragged my suitcase back home,
defeated.
The moment I opened the door, I saw it – candlelight dinner for two on the table, and
clothes scattered like fallen leaves across the
floor.
This wasn’t the first time I’d walked in on
Mark and his little secretary doing this. I’d honestly lost count.
The sounds of labored breathing coming from the bedroom were like a fingernail on a
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chalkboard.
But, unlike the old me, I didn’t scream or cry. I just sat down on the living room couch and
waited for the ridiculous scene to play itself
out.
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The noise from the bedroom abruptly stopped, like a record player with the needle
pulled off.
I sat there, calm, watching Mark stroll out of the bedroom, bare–chested, wearing only a pair of tight briefs. He started gathering the clothes from the floor.
The red marks on his back were a roadmap
of their little adventure
undeniable,
intimate, like whispers in the silent room.
Ten seconds later, his personal secretary,
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Amber, walked out.
She was completely naked, beaming, and
threw her arms around Mark’s waist.
Her face was glowing, and she pressed her
cheek against his back, her voice dripping with sweetness, “Oh, Mark, thank goodness I
have you…
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Mark took her hand and turned to hold her
close, his tone all soft and teasing, “Whatever
makes you happy, babe.”
Amber leaned in for a kiss, but suddenly
noticed me on the couch.
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Her face went pale and she scrambled for her
clothes, hiding behind Mark, like a startled
fawn.
Mark glanced my way, a flicker of something
complex in his eyes. Then, in a flat voice that
brooked no argument, he said to Amber:
“Go back in the bedroom, don’t worry, I’ll
take care of this.”
Amber pouted, her lip trembling like she
wanted to say something, but in the end, she
just nodded and did as she was told.
Mark added, “And close the door behind
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Mark added, And close the door behind
you.”
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