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I still want to ask her why. I still need that closure somehow.
Taking a deep breath, I march over to her door with determination and bang loudly. I wait. Nothing. No noise from inside. I bang again and wait a little longer, my anger rising in my chest.
She is not home.
Feeling unsatisfied having not been able to vent my frustration I go back to my apartment and pour some whisky.
I need to eat a good dinner and just go to bed early. I need sleep otherwise I will not be able to function at work.
Falling into bed I roll over and stare at the pillow where Emma has been sleeping these past weeks. I reach out and smell the fabric. It smells like her. Angrily I throw the pillow across the room and turn my back on the empty space where she sleeps.
I close my eyes but again I cannot sleep. What else don't I know? What else am I not remembering? How can she do this to me?
I watch the clock roll forward and eventually at three o'clock in the morning I drift off to sleep, only to be woken three hours later by my alarm.
My head is pounding when I drag myself to the kitchen to make coffee.
Fuck, this is hell. I have not felt this bad since - I don't know - since all the shit with Jane and losing my job?
I need to confront Emma. I need to get closure.
I need to shut her out of my life for good.
My colleagues have been talking about me behind my back and my son is angry with me. Everything involving Emma has caused issues in my life.
My main focus is being a good father and resolving things with my son. Then I need to rectify everything that has gone wrong at work and get rid of all of these rumors. My family, then my friends and co-workers. I need to sort all of this out.
Walking into the office I am quick to check the schedule. Emma is on my roster. She is here. Good.
I wonder what the best time to confront her is. I really should not make it public at all, but I also really want to get it over and done with.
I will wait until after the two surgeries we have today.
Standing in the operating room next to her is driving me crazy. Her body keeps brushing up against mine as she works alongside me. Her smell is so captivating, and her hair is so soft. She is elegant and such an incredible nurse.
Our conversations are strictly confined to work, and our interactions are strained. I know everyone in the operating room can tell something is off and I'm not happy about that.
I keep glancing over at her and she refuses to look my way. She must be dying of embarrassment now that I know what she did.
Finally, the second surgery is over, and I head to the locker room where I know she will be changing at the end of her shift.
Thank God no one else is in here. I walk right over to her, all of the anger from the past two days of not being able to speak to her has surfaced in full force.
She has her back to me; her top is off, and she is standing in her bra. It feels oddly familiar. I ignore the feeling. Grabbing Emma's arm, I spin her around to face me. She jumps in surprise. "Lennox. Get your hands off me." She tries to push me away, but I am blinded by anger. I push her against the lockers, pinning her there with my body. "Who the hell do you think you are, Emma? How dare you lie to me?" She pushes hard on my chest, and I step back, but I grab her arm when she tries to walk away. "Lennox." She shouts at me. "Answer me, Emma," I shout back fueled by rage. "You used me to get this job, didn't you? You used me to get a better position in my surgery and you used me to get the job of looking after me so that you could earn more money." I try to keep my voice low, but it is challenging as I want to scream at her.
She slaps me hard across the face. "How dare you make assumptions." She hisses. My cheek stings. I am taken aback by the sudden outburst. "How dare you accuse me of this." She is crying. "I am a damn good nurse, Lennox. That has nothing to do with any of this. I worked so fucking hard to get this job and I did not in any way take advantage of you to get it."
Her tears run freely down her cheeks and my grip on her arm loosens, but I don't let go entirely. "Why are you lying to me?" I say with less conviction.
"You know what - Lennox - think whatever you want about me. What happened between us is over anyway. It has nothing to do with me getting this job - but it is over - "a sob chokes her words away. She is so enchanting.
My body is pressed hard against her, pinning her to the locker and I feel my cock begin to react to her. She feels it as well and looks up at me in shock.
Her big caramel-brown eyes are full of hurt and anger. My fingers lock around her throat, and I kiss her hard, grinding myself into her. She fights for just a second then her nails are digging into my skin as she kisses me back.
I am overwhelmed with anger and lust. Grabbing at her pants I rip them off her, the elastic breaks, and the fabric tears. She gasps. I pull my own pants down and pick her up, her legs wrapped around my waist I shove my cock into her pussy. She is so wet it slides all the way into her and I groan with pleasure. She cries out and I cover her mouth with my hand. "Shhhhh," I growl in her ear, and she does not make another sound. But her breath keeps catching in her throat as I thrust into her, harder and harder, pressing her against the locker and holding my hand over her mouth.
She moans against my hand when her orgasm pulses through her body, her pussy tightening around my cock in waves of pleasure. I explode into her, gasping and fighting the urge not to shout out loud.
