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Phil chuckles before putting his hand on my shoulder, causing me to flinch. Now he’s touching me?
“How areyouholding up?”
As much as I want to believe Phil’s asking because he cares, the bulge in his pants has me questioning his sincerity.
With a badly done combover and a nose marred by too many unchecked growths, Phil reminds me of the clients at The Playground that would come in complaining about their wives and how “she just doesn’t understand me.”Getting your dick sucked by someone who understands you even less doesn’t fix a crack, it only enlarges it,I always wanted to tell them but couldn’t.
Just like I can’t tell Phil to remove his fucking hand from my person.
“I’m okay. Just a little shaken up,” I say, lifting both shoulders, one more than the other.
Phil doesn’t take the hint, only grasps harder while taking another step toward me, practically drowning me in mint-and-green-apple aftershave as he turns me to face him.
“If you need anything, anything at all, I want you to come straight to me.” He grips my other shoulder, too. “I’m a call away, Lenox. Day…or night.”
“Thank you, but really, I’m okay.”
Despite our differences, I’ve never cheated on Kordin. For the majority of our marriage, I couldn’t have even if I wanted to because he was fucking insatiable. He wanted to fuck me all the time, from the moment he woke up. He believed empty balls improved his performance at work.
But that was before he stopped caring. No, not caring. Caring isn’t the right word. It’s too strong. Too selfless. It implies he ever gave an actual shit about me and I’m not sure he did. If he did, how could he quit so quickly? And so completely?
I could’ve been cheating on him for the past two years. Once we received the diagnosis for my health issues, I suddenly lost all physical appeal to Kordin, giving me the time, the desire, and the motivation to cheat. But still, I didn’t.
It’s not like I need to. Just because Kordin wanted sex often, doesn’t mean he was ever any good at it, so I’ve been seeing to my own needs all along. With my romance novel collection and an entire drawer of sex toys at my disposal, I’m not only more efficient at getting myself off, but imaginative in ways to do it, too.
“Lenox,” echoes from down the hall, and we both turn toward the voice, Phil’s hands finally falling away.
Kaisin, Kordin’s younger brother, as well as the CFO here, is strutting toward us with one hand in his pocket and a flock of people behind him. During his approach, my brother-in-law’s eyes trail my body from head to toe before moving to Phil, asking him, “How is she?”
I bite the tip of my tongue between my molars to keep from shrieking. I know it’s unusual for Kaisin to go out of his way to address me directly as well, but why the fuck wouldn’t he ask me how I’m doing when I’m right here?
“She says she’s okay—”
“And I am,” I cut Phil off with a savage side-eye.
He turns a dark shade of red, his face resembling a too-ripe Bing cherry that’s already started to wrinkle.
“Is there something in particular I can help you with, Kaisin?”
“Yeah. You can actually. Go home.”
I turn my narrowed gaze on him. “Excuse me?”
Physically, the Debrosse brothers are similar in a lot of ways. Their eyes are the same murky blue, and their noses are nearly identical, but where Kordin’s hair is dirty blond and kept at a tight one and a half, Kaisin’s is a touch lighter and fluctuates between a scruffy two and a sloppy three. It’s their behavior that really sets them apart. One brother conducts himself like the owner of a successful company while the other behaves like the result of a faulty condom. Right now, Kaisin’s trying to pass as his big brother by letting his superiority complex run uninhibited so he can pull rank. Rank he doesn’t have over me when the CEO, my husband, is here.
“You just suffered a very traumatic life event.” Kaisin waves a hand down my body like he’s presenting evidence to the jury. “Work is the last thing you should be worried about. Take some time off and come back when you’re thinking clearly.”
Thinking clearly? How does he know what I’m thinking? How does anybody? Nobody has bothered to ask.
Kaisin pulls me into a hug that has my whole body tensing up. We’re not those kinds of in-laws. We’re not even those kinds of colleagues. Aside from the occasional greeting around the office, we rarely speak to each other, inside or outside of this building.
Between Phil and now Kaisin, it’s too much contact all at once. I wasn’t prepared to go from practically nothing, no physical touch whatsoever, to two different men’s hands on me in one morning.
Even though their touch pales in comparison to Reece’s, theirs is somehow more jarring.
“Go home, Lenox. We got it from here.”
We.He means the men at this firm because I am the only female.
