The Forever Weekend - L.P. Maxa Page 0,1

with a tiny blonde woman. They were going at it on his desk so hard they didn’t even hear me walk in. I mean it was a huge office, but still. They didn’t hear me talking on the phone, or me dropping the food. They didn’t hear my life crumbling before my eyes. Which was odd, because to me it sounded a lot like a fucking explosion.

“Livi? What’s going on?”

“Patrick is having sex with someone on his desk,” I whispered into the phone as I stood there, in the doorway to Patrick’s coldly styled office, and watched him have sex with someone who wasn’t me. Why was I whispering? It was as if I didn’t want to interrupt them. Was she his new secretary? If so, she certainly had different job duties than seventy-year-old Mrs. Mitchell.

“What? Livi?”

“This is the most cliché moment of my entire life.” I angled my head to the side, getting a better view. “I’ll have to call you back. Love you, bye.”

I couldn’t quite decide how I felt in that instant. I kind of wanted to throw an epic fit, scream, and break all the overpriced things within my reach. Then again, I kind of wanted to turn around and let them finish. I tilted my head to the other side, watching him nail into her.

Patrick’s pale white ass was on full display and the blonde’s legs were spread so wide it looked like she was doing a split. Huh. I couldn’t tell you the last time my husband had fucked me like that. For some reason, it was that thought that finally set me off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Two heads swiveled in my direction, finally realizing that they weren’t alone. It took them long enough. Pretty sure I’d been standing in the doorway for actual minutes. Patrick’s eyes went as wide as those stupid china plates he insisted we register for, the ones I’d hated. He scrambled off the girl, pulling his slacks up from around his ankles.

“Livi. Shit, this isn’t what it looks like.”

I laughed, manically, like a crazy person. “For real? This isn’t what it looks like? It looks like you are cheating on me.” I threw my hands up, shrugging dramatically. “Am I confused? Is it something else?” I reached down and grabbed a foil-wrapped burrito from the pile of food on the floor, and then chucked it at his head. “Is it some kind of new Heimlich maneuver?” I got him in the shoulder, but the burrito basically imploded and his shirt was ruined so I was marginally happy. “Was she choking?”

The girl was now dressed and cowering in a corner. Her continued presence was only pissing me off further. Read the room, chick.

“No, honey, look… Shit. I am so sorry, Livi, please, honey—”

I cut him off when I tossed the entire cup of hot queso on his crotch. I smiled when he let out a rather high-pitched shriek, doubling over in pain. Stupid bastard. “Don’t call me honey. Don’t call me period. Don’t text me. Don’t come home. I mean it, Patrick. We’re done.”

“Livi, sweetie, you don’t mean that. Let’s talk about this. We can fix this.”

He was simultaneously trying to keep the scalding cheese away from his dick and pleading with me to stay. His home-wrecker blonde was now crying in the corner. I didn’t know why I kept focusing on the fact that she was a blonde. In reality, it didn’t matter what color hair she had. She’d fucked my husband. We’d never be friends.

“There is nothing to fix. Asshole.” I picked up my purse from the floor and frowned when I realized I’d thrown the only intact burrito. Cheating husband or not, a girl had to eat. “Not anymore,” I huffed, slamming the door so hard on my way out that the windows rattled and every head on the floor swiveled in my direction. I felt this weird anger/numbness come over me as I made my way back to the elevators. Almost like I knew I should be furious, but part of me didn’t give two flying fucks.

I thought work and our busy schedules were driving us apart. I’d felt guilty for not being a better wife, a better partner, but really it was Patrick’s inability to keep his dick in his pants. I wondered how long he’d been cheating. I wondered if that was the first girl. I wondered if I called in another food order on my way to the car if it’d be ready