Obsession by Kayla Perrin

he’d possibly touched her. Now I was thinking about it in the shower.
    I would never get past this, not until I had answers.
    I’d gone to see Andrew at work yesterday, and he hadn’t been there. When he’d come to talk to me at home, the news about the possible lawsuit had made me forget about why I’d gone to see him originally.
    To ask him exactly what he’d done with the woman he’d been screwing. How he’d touched her, how she’d touched him. If he’d fucked her in our bed.
    And the bigger issue—just how emotionally involved the two of them had gotten.
    Though I didn’t want to go back to Andrew’s workplace, I would. Because I needed answers. The kind that had to come face-to-face. Looking into Andrew’s eyes, I could tell if he was lying.
    I certainly didn’t want him coming back here to have this chat. Being in our home would be far too distressing for me.
    I needed some emotional distance.
    At least, I hoped distance would help me deal with the truth I needed to hear.
     
    When Andrew saw me in the hotel lobby, his face lit up as it had on so many occasions in the past. It broke my heart, seeing his smile. Because something was instantly clear. The future would never be the way the past had been. Even if we got to the point where we were a happy couple again, our future would always be marred by the memory of what he’d done.
    Would I ever be able to forgive him? I wasn’t sure I could. But the way Andrew’s smile tugged on my heartstrings also made it clear that it wouldn’t be easy to cut the ties if the time came to live without him.
    Andrew rounded the front desk and started toward me. The joy in his eyes said he thought I was here for a happier reason. And I don’t know why, but it pissed me off.
    Yes, I did know why. It pissed me off that he could screw another woman, and that only a few days after that revelation, he thought I was here to tell him I forgave him. What else could account for that look on his face?
    As he reached me, Andrew put a hand on my arm. “Hello, Sophie.”
    My emotions were all over the place. From sad to angry, love to hate. “Tell me what you did with her,” I demanded.
    “What?”
    “You talk about ‘the problem,’ as though it’s some random thing that came into our lives. But it wasn’t. You had an affair!”
    Andrew’s eyes volleyed around the lobby. He was clearly worried that people might be hearing me.
    I didn’t care.
    “Tell me what you did.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my head throbbed, but after a moment I continued. “Tell me what you did with that woman.”
    Andrew gently guided me toward the far corner of the lobby, away from the front desk.
    “It matters,” I said. “I didn’t think I’d want to hear the details, but now…I need to know. You need to tell me.”
    “What happened with her was just sex,” Andrew whispered, then glanced around again.
    “What kind of sex?”
    “I don’t see how this will help.”
    “Did she suck your cock? Did you eat her pussy? Did you fuck her in a bed, on the grass, in the backseat of a car?” I couldn’t keep the anger from my voice, and I knew that anyone within earshot would have definitely heard me.
    Andrew grabbed me by the arm and whisked me through the lobby. He didn’t stop walking until he reached the first door we came upon, the handicapped restroom. He ushered me inside.
    “What are you doing?” Andrew demanded the moment he shut the door.
    “You say you still want me? Then you damn well better answer my questions!”
    Andrew dragged a hand over his head in frustration. “You can’t come into my place of work and cause a scene like this.”
    I gave Andrew a hard shove, and he staggered backward, landing against a tiled wall. His eyes widened. I don’t know if he was afraid, or surprised.
    “Fuck you,” I snapped. “I hate you, you hear me? I hate you.”
    I started for the door, wrapped my fingers around the brass knob.
    “Sophie, please. Don’t leave.”
    There was a