could no longer remain strong and the
tears began to fall again. “George.” He ran over to me and hugged
me. This was really what I was just trying to avoid but I had the
need to confide in someone.
“ I think
Maxwell is having an affair” I cried, it hurt even more saying it
out loud.
“ Seriously?”
I nodded. “I found a text while
we were in Paris. It was someone from the New York visit.” I let
out a deep breath and reached for the box of tissues on the desk.
“I just can't take any more. The endless fighting, his control of
everything, his non existence at home and now this!” I wiped the
tears away and began to play with the tissue.
“ This looks
cosy” boomed a voice. My eyes looked over at the doorway and there
was Maxwell leaning up against it. His face cold and his mouth
tight. Riley jumped away from me as Maxwell strolled in. “Get the
fuck out of my office!” Maxwell bellowed at Riley.
“ Mr Thomas,
Georgina was just upset.”
“ If my wife is
upset I will comfort her. Now, get the fuck out!” He smoothed down
his navy suit jacket and glared at Riley. His eyes turned to me and
his toned turned dangerously low. “Me and my wife obviously have
issues to discuss.”
Riley nodded and practically
ran out of the room. Maxwell slammed the door shut and spun round
to face me. Just by the look I knew I was in deep trouble. Then
again, I wasn't the one getting mysterious texts.
“ You can be
such a prick” I spat, giving the cold stare back at him.
He shook his head and began to
rub his thumb along his magical mouth. “What is it about him? Every
time I'm not around you are with him!” He began to pace up and down
in good old Maxwell Thomas fashion, his hands running through his
red hair.
“ He is my
friend” I insisted, folding my arms and sitting back in his chair.
“Let's talk about your little trip to New York” My voice full of
venom. He stopped and looked at me. His eyes narrowed and his mouth
twitched at the corners. I had his full attention now. The table
had turned, about time he was put on the spot and made to feel
inadequate.
“ What about
it?” He shrugged casually. Sometimes he really annoyed me. His
poker face wasn't fooling me, in fact I could see right through
him.
I slowly rose from his chair
and strolled casually over to him, my eyes never leaving his. “I
saw THE text!”
Instantly his attitude changed.
“You’ve been checking up on me?” He laughed and then turned back
into stone. “For fuck sake, Georgina! I actually thought better of
you than that. How low can you get?”
“ Shut up with
the righteous bullshit. I didn't check up on you. I was going to
use your phone in the hotel.” Why was I explaining myself? Why did
he always do this? I was not the one hiding anything and yet it was
my entire fault. I shook my head and swallowed hard. “Who is the
text from, Maxwell?” I asked calmly.
“ A friend” he
replied.
“ Obviously
female” I hissed, still he showed on reaction. “Unless you have
male friends who like to send three kisses.”
He let out a little air from
his mouth and his eyes fell to his feet. “Yes, female.”
“ And?”
“ And what?” he
screamed, I could tell he was beginning to get frustrated. Was that
out of guilt or innocence? “Nothing happened, Georgina.” It sounded
more like he was convincing himself more than me.
I could see something written
all over his face. Then my mind went back to the night he came back
from New York and his over reaction to Riley kissing me.
It all made sense now, his
hiding away wasn't down to the fact Riley had done what he did. It
was because he was remorseful of something but turned it round all
on me. Prick!
“ So, something
did happen?” I asked, trying to keep my tone all sweetness and
light. His mouth tightened further and he just looked at me –
blank. “What happened, Maxwell?” This time the anger and
frustration filled my voice.
He rubbed his brow, then his
eyes and then