14: Lilian's Dirty Washington Trip Ruined by Mitchell
1020 Words
Lilian ~
I'm standing right here at reception, bag slung over my shoulder, one finger tapping my phone screen to check the time again. 1:42 p.m. Flight's at 3:10. We need to leave now if we want any chance of making it through security without running. Edwin's next to me, jacket off, tie a little loose like he yanked at it earlier. He looks wrecked. Eyes shadowed. Jaw tight. But he's still trying to act normal, like Mitchell and that screaming baby in Slack didn't just rip another hole in him last night.
He leans in close enough that I feel his breath on my ear. “Car's pulling up. Let's go.”
I nod quick. We start walking toward the doors. Heart's already racing - not just from the flight, but from the dirty little fantasy I've been replaying since he booked the tickets. Two weeks. Hotel suite. No office. No ex-wife. No Daniel. Just his hands pinning my wrists above my head, his thick c**k sliding in slow then slamming deep until I'm begging, dripping, shaking, coming so hard. God, I need it. Need him to f**k the mess out of my head.
We're almost at the revolving door when she steps through it.
Mitchell.
Red lipstick. Black coat open over a dress that's way too tight for a woman who gave birth a month ago. And in her arms - the baby. Wide awake. Tiny fists grabbing at her necklace. Big dark eyes scanning everything like he's already judging us.
The second she spots Edwin her whole body changes. Shoulders square. Eyes narrow to slits. She marches straight at us.
“Really, Ed?” Her voice is loud on purpose. Cuts through the lobby like a knife. Heads turn. The receptionist actually drops her pen. “You're just gonna hop on a plane and pretend we don't exist?”
Edwin stops dead. I feel his arm tense next to mine. “This isn't the place, Mitchell.”
“Oh it's exactly the place.” She closes the gap fast. Baby starts squirming, little whiny sounds building. She doesn't even glance at him - just glares at Edwin. “Month end. Where's my money? Two hundred and fifty thousand. Today. Now.”
My stomach lurches so hard I taste bile.
Edwin's voice drops low. Dangerous. “We talked about this. No payments until the test.”
“f**k your test!” She practically spits the words. Baby flinches at her volume, starts crying. Sharp, high, piercing. “You think you can run off to Washington, f**k your little office toy for two weeks, and leave your son with nothing?”
People gasp. Phones are out now. Filming. Security starts drifting closer but nobody moves yet.
“Lower your voice,” Edwin says through clenched teeth. “You're scaring him.”
“Scaring him?” She laughs - short, mean, ugly. “You're the one scaring him, running away like a coward. Again.” She bounces the baby once, hard. His cries get louder. Red-faced. Desperate.
I can't keep my mouth shut. “Take it to court, Mitchell. Monday. Like you keep saying.”
Her head whips toward me. Eyes rake me up and down. “Oh shut up, slut. Nobody asked you.”
Edwin steps half in front of me. Protective. “Don't talk to her like that.”
Mitchell ignores him. Shifts the baby higher on her shoulder. “Two hundred and fifty thousand. Wire it right now or I swear I'll stand here screaming until every person in this building knows exactly what kind of man you are. The desk s*x. The blackmail. How you let another man film you with your fingers buried in her cunt while the door was open. Everything.”
My face burns. Throat closes. I can feel eyes on me - judging, curious, shocked.
Edwin's hand finds mine. Squeezes so tight it hurts. “Call security,” he says to the nearest guard. Voice flat. Final.
The guard hesitates. Looks at the crying baby. Looks at Mitchell.
“Do it,” Edwin snaps.
Mitchell's eyes go wide. “You're really going to have the police drag your son's mother out of here?”
“He's not mine,” Edwin says again. But his voice cracks. Just a hair. Enough that I feel it in my chest.
The baby is screaming full force now. Tiny body shaking. Mitchell tries to shush him, rocking fast, but it only makes him louder.
Security finally speaks into his radio. “We need assistance at reception. Possible trespass and disturbance.”
Mitchell's face twists - rage, humiliation, victory all at once. “You piece of s**t. You think this ends here? Monday. Court. I'll drag every dirty secret into the open. Your precious company will eat you alive.”
Edwin doesn't answer. Just stares at her. At the screaming baby. Something in his eyes looks broken open - raw, bleeding.
She takes one step back. Then another. “You're going to regret this, Ed. All of it.”
She turns. Walks out fast. Baby still wailing. The sound echoes even after the revolving door spits her onto the sidewalk.
The lobby goes quiet. Too quiet. People whispering. My ears ring.
Edwin lets out a long, ragged breath. Shoulders drop like someone cut his strings.
I check my phone. 2:03. “We missed it.”
He nods once. Slow. “I know.”
I squeeze his hand. “We'll rebook. Tomorrow. Next day. Whenever.”
He finally looks at me. Eyes red. Tired. So f*****g tired. “I'm sorry.”
“Stop.”
“I'm dragging you through hell.”
“I'm still walking.”
He pulls me against his side. Arm around my shoulders. Holds me tight like I'm keeping him from falling apart right here in front of everyone.
Mitchell’s not just loud anymore.
She’s gone full chaotic. Unpredictable as f**k. Dangerous.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow isn’t the problem - because she’s already made her move.
The question now is:
How much is she willing to destroy?
And how did my revenge just become fierce protection?
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