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I gasped and let go of Cole's penis. Rebecca's eyes followed the motion and her mouth dropped open. My hands flew up to my mouth with their own mind at work.

"What is going on in here?" She crossed her arms across her chest and did her stylish cat walk towards us.

"This is not what it seems like, I promise." I gasped, hoping to protect Chad from getting in trouble with Rebecca because of me. That was the last thing on my mind. It was not even a part of anything on mind.

"It was an unconscious action, I-" I trailed off and turned to look at Chad to see if he had anything to say to defend himself, and I. He looked blank, not phased even. He wasn't making any moves to correct things. He only stood there, looking as emotionless as he always did.

Rebecca stopped right in front of me. I stepped back a few inches, gulping as I so did. I expected her to give me some sort of breathing space and then yell my head off. Her action took me by surprise, not expected at all. She raised her hand and hit me hard across the face.

I stood still in shock, my hands having gone against my volition to feel my face. It felt warm and it seemed like that part of my face was vibrating.

"Rebecca!" Chad's voice held as much astonishment as I thought I felt. He could not hide the grief in his voice as he stepped in between us and stared down at her like she had suddenly sprouted a new head. He seemed angered. I knew Chad constantly got his anger because of me but never had I witnessed him angry on my behalf.

"How could you? Why would you even think it right to hit her?" He slightly raised his voice.

The heat of uncomfortability grew in me and all of a sudden, I felt myself seeming choked just by standing there and so without warning, my legs carried themselves out of there on full speed and without pausing to look back for a second, I was on my way back home.

*

Waking up the next morning seemed like such hard work. I found it stressful and unnecessary. Low key, I'd hoped for a sleep never to wake up. I scoffed at my phone lying beside me and lazily picked it up. I went through my email to see if there was anything left to edit on what Chad had requested. I already had edited both files before going over to his place the day before.

I groaned and reluctantly hit the share button. I knew staying in bed would change nothing and so I stood up and decided to get ready for work. Events of last night kept on playing in my head and I wondered if there was a way I could get it to evacuate my memory.

face. My forehead looked prominent than previously and my left cheek had a red line drawn oblique to my jaw. I knew I would have to use

face burned from the intense slap when the water came in contact with my face. It was

the bathroom

the time I was out and ready. I picked

my phone

excitement and I only rolled my eyes whilst I placed my

left the bedroom to put an ice pack over it, certain that not using one earlier was responsible for its further deformity.

me today?" He continued to speak like

out an ice pack and

I had nothing else to do and

back for my bedroom and sitting in front of my mirror, I put my phone on loud speaker and placed it beside me, getting ready

gotten a new concealer, six months ago when I ran out. I scoffed and added a little more than extra foundation on my face.

"... and then, he asked me to be his personal help, how fucking exciting is that?!" That was Tom. I had totally forgotten that he was on the phone neither had I been listening.

a bit of red blush on both sides of my

could not be measured, I finally made my way out of there, hanging up on

*

deep breaths in and hoped to stay calm. I could not stop thinking about the events that had occured last night. I didn't know what had occured after I'd left, if Chad and Rebecca had been in a fight because

felt good too. Sitting there, knowing that Chad had been in my support. Unconsciously, I tucked a bit of my hair behind my ear

not hide in there forever. I decided to begin the day's work by going into his office and judging his reaction.

I started with my new assignments, sending emails to clients or friends of Chad, letting them know the schedule for their today's appointment. My eyes widened when I saw the one with Rebecca, having to be cancelled.

I sent a