94- The curve of her body

JOHN

“ Why did you get back so late?” Tatiana asks as she opens the door for me. “ I was already half asleep. Why did they make you work so late? Can't you complain to your boss? You have a family as much as he does too. I'm sure he didn't stay so late in the office. Should I make you lunch before leaving every day now?”

Her words don't bother me as I space out, my thoughts still playing the scene I saw right before my very eyes.

She kissed him so passionately in the middle of the streets, out in the open.

She acted like they were… in love. What the actual fuck?

I still don't know how to react. I grip my phone in my hands with my eyes on the floor. The evidence sitting in the palm of my hands surge a strange kind of feeling through my veins.

All her tears over the phone and her actions had been for nothing. Fucking emotional blackmail she was trying to pull over me.

“John,” Tatiana snaps her fingers in from of my face and I blink out of it, lifting my eyes to her.

She has a frown on he