IAN“Mr. Quinn, good afternoon”I clicked out of yet another meeting, fall back to my chair, popped my neck once, twice, then tugged on my tie, Christ, I was so fucking tensed. “Afternoon Patricia, has my wife left her room today? Has she eaten?”I did not like her reaction this morning, crying. I knew she was upset, by her words, hurt even.It was evident by her refusal to see me. Katy isn't one to lash out, I had been too, the sight of the boy all over her had me seeing red, it took everything to not over there and break every bone in that hand. And Maybe I was furious at how comfortable she was with him, the both of them smiling and laughing, yeah I was fucking furious. Jealous even. I will not share, even her smile is mine. She's mine, period. Why was that so fucking hard to understand? There was much to take care of so I left, I imagined we would speak when I returned this morning, already giving her as much space as I could manage. She fucking cried.The thought of her h
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