Her Reluctant Husband

"Whitney," I sigh and push her away from me, "what we had isn't going to work anymore."
I can't believe I'm doing this; giving into June’s ultimatum.
"What the fuck are you saying, Alex? You said she wouldn't mind."
"It's not right…” I rub my hands down my face, still not believing what I’m doing.
"Since when do you do the right thing? Especially for her?" she scoffs. "Just tell her you have to work late and we can meet at your place."
"I got rid of my place. I had to move in with my wife. At my house, remember?"
"Come to mine then. It doesn’t have to be complicated." She moves in closer, her chest heaving, as she rubs her hand over my crotch. My dick twitches from the contact. "Your cock is screaming yes. Would you like me to remind you how good my oral skills are?"
I pick up her hand and move it off my lap. "No. I don't need a reminder. As I said, what we were doing is over."
"You’re making a mistake," she whines.
"Maybe I am, but I'm not risking losing my Aunt's house because you want to play."
"Me?” she screeches. “You started this whole thing."
"And now I'm ending it. We knew this would eventually happen."
"Did she tell you to do this? She always did have you wrapped around her finger. Why else would you blow off this chance to make her feel the same way you did years ago?”
I grab Whitney by her waist and lift her to my desk, positioning myself between her legs. I can smell her arousal and the scent would usually be enough to make me hard, but I'm at half mast. “So, you think I should get even by fucking you?"
"Yes, please." She wets her lips, and I could just fuck Whitney or fill her mouth with my cum to relieve some tension but like a smack to the face, June’s image comes to the forefront of my mind. I suddenly can feel her soft lips on mine and hear that damn moan she made when we kissed on Wednesday. My dick strains against my zipper thinking about her.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
My hand curls behind Whitney's neck and as I press my lips to her ear, her body quivers. “That’s more like it,” she whimpers.
"Go to work, Whitney," I growl and then push back from her. "As I said. We. Are. Over. Don’t make me repeat it or there will be serious repercussions."
"I can't believe you’re dumping me. For her."
"Dumping would mean we were ever together."
Whitney stands from my desk and brushes her hands down her skirt as she attempts to smooth it. "Whatever. Have fun with the missus.” She spins on her heel and marches out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
I fall back into my chair and open my laptop, thankful to have that mess out of the way for now. Knowing Whitney like I do, she won’t go down without a fight. My computer chimes with a bunch of emails I had decided to ignore over the week. I had enough to worry about. New marriage thrust upon me and all.
I’m surprised to see the first one to greet me is from Deacon. The last time I’d heard from him was over a month ago when he told me he was in Spain seeing the Palace of Madrid.
To: Alexander Wilks
From: Deacon Whitmore
 
Hey, it’s been forever. I heard a rumor you got married. What’s the name of your bride? We should talk…
“Knock, knock.” Adrian stands at my door with a file under his arm and a lazy smirk. “You have a second?”
“Oh, yeah.” I close out Deacon's email. “What's up?”
Adrian glances behind him and closes the door. “What did you do to anger the psycho? She’s throwing shit around at her desk.” He slides the yellow folder onto my desk. “And this is for you.”
“Thanks.” I open the file and glance at the Peterson account ignoring his comment about Whitney. “This looks perfect. I can work with this storyboard.”
“You just going to ignore my question about Whitney? I swear if she tries to switch places with Parker again because you pissed her off, I’m coming after you.”
“She'll be fine.” I chuckle. “Though it might make my life easier….”
“No!”
“Is there anything else you need?”
“You know I’m a shameless gossip. I want to know how the rest of the weekend with your new woman went.” Adrian wiggles his eyebrows. “Did you iron everything out and get in between the sheets.”
“It was hell.” I lean back in my chair and groan. “Did I forget to mention she doesn’t sleep?”
“That’s because you’re not doing it right.”
“Don’t you have work you should be doing?”
“I do, but there is a real reason I’m here. I have news; my gossiping ass heard this morning that August will be leaving at the end of the month which means…”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
August Hendricks is the senior vice president of creative directors and I’ve had my eye on that job since I started here. I’m a creative director now, but senior VP is a partnership within this company. It has stability, a huge bonus, and every step I have made in this place is in hopes of one day leading me there. Even if I have no one but me to provide for now. I didn’t think I could have the opportunity this soon, but it’s perfect.
“Nope. Retiring. Wants to move to Bora Bora or some shit like that with his wife. This could have your name all over it. You know Hayes loves you.”
“Hopefully it’s enough.”
“You’re his golden boy,” Adrian cackles. “You’re a shoe in.”
“We’ll see.” I throw the folder down and pinch the bridge of my nose. “As long as everything