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Infidelity.

Something I always said I wouldn’t tolerate in my marriage.

But here I was listening to the ice clink around in my whiskey and watching Petra speaking with Levi from across the floor.

A black-tie business gala and the auburn-haired woman came dressed to kill. Clearly, she was trying to catch the attention of someone.

And holy shit was it working.

I adjusted the straps on my own red dress and scoffed as I noticed my idiot husband scan the room for me once more.

As far as he was concerned, I don’t drink so his eyes didn’t bother to turn their gaze towards the bar. But then again, he really was a clueless man.

So why do I choose to stay?

It wasn’t for the money, I had more than he did.

A top CEO position; huge office with my own certain little ditzy red headed secretary.

A vacation home that could easily be turned into an actual home.

There were no kids, thankfully a topic Levi and I always agreed on.

So why?

Probably because I knew there was still love in the marriage from both sides even if it was far from equal.

Besides it was understandable, at least to me. Petra was quite the catch, anyone with eyes could see that.

Glancing over to the pair I saw the young woman had moved to a table to sit while Levi continued to search the crowd nervously.

The way she twirled her perfectly manicured hands into the loose strands of her updo were practically flaunting how good she was with those slim digits and smooth palms.

And the way her small pink tongue darted out to lick an invisible drop of her plump glossy lips, well everyone knows was that was advertising. I know she knows she has an audience but in reality, she is clearly putting this show on for someone who shouldn’t be looking.

I watch as men come up and ask her to dance only for her to cross one silky white leg over the other and turn away with a quick rejection.

My giggle is loud enough to catch the attention of the bartender, but he says nothing. Even through my anger I can at least say the looks on these poor men’s faces is hilariously lighting up an otherwise boring event.

“Can I get another whiskey on the rocks? Thank you.” I say to the bartender after downing my other glass. The new drink is placed in my hands within seconds.

I begin drinking it quickly. If Levi caught me he’d flip his shit; he hates alcohol. Licking my own lips, I turn back to my love and tense up.

Perhaps a bit of karma for my wondering eye but mine and a pair of mischievous amber ones locked up from across the room.

Aaaand she found me. I scoff loudly as she gives me a little smirk and uncrosses her legs in a manner that allowed her lacy panties to flash from beneath her short cocktail dress. Levi bristled, clearly having noticed, and coughed into his hand before turning away as the two continued to chat.

Subtlety is definitely not her strong suit. It’s no wonder half the office is suspicious. With all three of us working within the same company it was a miracle the entire corporation wasn’t already well aware of the situation.

“I’m gonna fire her ass one of these days.” I say to myself with a chuckle shaking my head before knocking back the rest of my drink.

“Why don’t you?” A gruff voice came from behind me causing me to choke on the stinging liquid.

“Fuck! Goddammit Erwin, don’t do that shit!” I snap at my COO who had the awful habit of sneaking up behind me. “Excuse me! Another whiskey please.”

“No (Y/N), that’s enough.”

“Okay dad.” I say with a roll of the eyes, taking my drink and taking a huge gulp in front of him.

“Do you think alcohol can just erase your feelings?”

“Well I’ll know after a few more drinks, now won’t I?”

“Why don’t you just let this charade drop already? You can end it if you wanted to.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to. That a good enough answer for you?”

“It’s your life.” Erwin said with a shrug, though his tense jaw let me know he wasn’t over the topic yet. “Better down that drink because your husband and the mistress are headed this way.”

I glanced up to see Levi heading my way with Petra sashaying behind him. Shoving my drink into Erwin’s hands and popping a mint in my mouth, I put on a big smile.

“Darling! There you are!” I greet my husband and plant a kiss directly on his lips. Levi gripped the sides of my face and kissed me hard until a dainty but clear throat clearing pulled him away.

“I was looking for you, what are you doing by the bar?”

“I was chatting with Erwin and he decided he wanted a drink.”

“Oh no I hope you didn’t pay much for the drink.” Petra suddenly interjected her sultry voice at the tall blonde male.

“Umm why?”

Running her thumb across the rim of the glass she pulled back her hand and revealed a deep blood red stain.

“It seems they don’t clean their glasses very well. There’s still lipstick on the rim.”

I narrowed my eyes at her and prayed Levi wouldn’t notice the matching colour to my own lips. But of course, he wouldn’t, I could have shown up in a trash bag and he wouldn’t have noticed. Speaking of which…

“That’s a gorgeous dress. It’s Oscar De La Renta, is it not?”

“It is, thank you.” Petra said giving me a questioning look.

“Such an expensive dress, how could you possibly afford it?”

“(Y/N).” Levi said in a warning tone, lightly nudging me.

“Petra is my secretary, after all. This is just friendly conversation.” I said giving him a glare instantly shutting him up.

“Well, Mrs. (L/N)-”

“Oh please love, we aren’t in the office. You can call me by my first name.” I say throwing my husband an ‘are you happy now’ look.

“Well (Y/N), this dress was a gift.”

I noticed Erwin’s hand clench the glass in his hand tighter and caught as Levi’s breath halted. I wondered for a moment if all four of us were truly on the same page.

Probably.

But it’s more fun to play along.

“A gift? From a boyfriend? Surely a cute thing like you has a boyfriend.” I say with a wink, really wishing I had a drink in my hands.

“Thank you but just a friend.”

“Just a friend? Are you sure there’s not something more.”

“Nope.” Petra replied cattily with another small grin.

“Well, you certainly are an expensive friend to have.”

“What can I say? I know what I’m worth.”

The tension was so thick in the area even the bartender had not stepped any closer to the four possible customers. Levi let out a breath that he had been holding for who knows how long before running a hand through his hair and extending it to me.

“Can we dance?” His eyes looked at me with a pleading veil that came dragging those pesky emotions back to the surface.

“Shit, I’ll dance with you if it means I can get out of this shit show.” Erwin mumbled before spotting someone on the dance floor. “Zoe! May I have this dance? Please?”

The burly man slammed the glass on the table before sprinting towards the brunette woman.

Before I could move Petra placed her own hand in Levi’s extended one.

“If she doesn’t want to dance I would love to!”

I could clearly see her watching me to try and gauge my reaction. Looking towards my stammering and uncomfortable husband I finally clicked my tongue.

“Actually darling, I need to speak with Ms. Ral.” I said grabbing the woman’s wrist and spin to drag her out of the hotel ballroom.

“(Y/N).” Levi says firmly. I turn back and give a clueless smile. “Please.”

“I just need ten minutes, I’ll be back.”

Without another glance towards him I dragged the young woman out not caring if she was able to keep up in her ridiculously high heels. Stepping into the elevator I expected her to say something, do something, instead she just stood there with a smug grin on her face.

Arriving at the top floor I placed my hand on her lower back and ushered her down the hall into the presidential suite that my husband and I had reserved for the weekend.

Pushing her into the room. I turned my back to lock the door and place a ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign in clear view.

“Why do you insist on making a fool out of me in front of my husbands and colleagues?”

Turning back around I find Petra sprawled out on the bed I had just shared with my husband the night before. She kicked off her heels and propped herself up on pillows as if she’s paid for the damn room.

“Why do you insist on smooching up to Levi in front of me?”

“He’s my husband.”

“Well it hurts my feelings. I think you’re the one making a fool out of me.”

“Your feelings!? And trust me, in that skimpy dress your making a fool of yourself.” I say standing over the side of the bed.

“But you picked it out for me. I thought you’d like to see me wearing it, I can tell you enjoyed the show I gave you earlier.”

Petra was now on her knees making her way to the edge of the bed. When she was finally eye to eye with me she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed a passionate kiss on my lips.

My hands tangled in her hair messing it past the point of fixing. Her hands tried to find the zipper on the back of my dress as she attempted to shimmy out of her own.

Not giving it much though I tugged at the off-the-shoulder strap on her dress, ripping it in the process.

“Mmm the dress!”

“Shut up I’ll buy you another.” I say moving my lips down to her neck.

“Do you think Levi knows?”

“Maybe.” I mumbled dismissively.

I wasn’t worried about him right now.

Only two things stopped those annoying guilty feelings.

Whiskey and this whiskey painted girl.