The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: A RISKY CHOICE TO MAKE

Abigail

"Okay, Abby, think, think,"

I muttered against my palm, staring at the envelope on the desk, my insides curling and twisting with dread.

God, there was no time! He would be here anytime soon, and he would see the things in the document and know it was me. It was ME all along.

"No, no, no," I whispered, walking away from my desk, dragging a hand down my face.

This was a good thing, right?

It meant I didn’t have to hide anymore, and I could move past all that.

Right, and then he would go on to find out I was Aphrodite too, and how exactly would that turn out for me?

He fired Tyler over a little lie. What would he do when he found out that for the four months I had been working for him, I knew who he was, and we’d been fucking like rabbits?

When he found out I had purposely worn contacts and dyed my hair so he wouldn’t know who I was, and he could...Meemaw was sick!

I couldn’t get fired. As if that wasn’t worse, getting fired from a big company like Wolfe Corp after mere four months of working there? Nobody in the Bronx would want to employ me!

My feet pressed against the rough carpet as I paced up and down the lobby.

Finnegan Wolfe was not Mr. Morgan. He would ruin me. Getting fired from his company had to be a career death sentence, especially when you considered I had been fired from Morgan’s company as well.

Tears burned the corner of my eyes, my fingers trembled, and getting another job would take months.

Annette was right. Annette was right, I should have never been involved with him. What would I even say? How would I defend myself, or should I just grovel and beg?

You do not lie to me.

The clock was ticking and with each sound, my heartbeat raced. I had lied to him, I deceived him.

Not once, Jesus, would he rip me to shreds.

I glanced over my shoulders at the papers, and my picture on the desk, and another shuddering chill swept down my spine, a thought crossing my mind.

What if...What if he never got the package? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Oh my god, I couldn’t seriously be considering this. No, no. I stalked back to the desk and arranged the documents back into the envelope with shaky hands.

The last to slip in was the picture of me. If he could find this, he would definitely find out I was Aphrodite. If he got this package, my career in New York was over. Completely over.

How would I take care of Meemaw? Gramps had his medications too. Losing another job this year was going to wreck me.

I shoved the picture in the envelope, picked it up, my fingers leaving nail marks into the hard brown cover as I staggered forward towards his office.

He had to find out at some point, right? I would beg, kneel if I had to. I was a good assistant; I was damned good at my job.

You do not lie to me.

You do not lie to me.

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