To Color Your Life

Emily pulled her home T-shirt on and looked in the mirror gloomily. The working day was supposed to start in three hours, but the working mood has not appeared yet.

After dinner last night, Justin drove her home. He said that he had an urgent business, but did not go into details. He claimed that he planned to leave her with him for the night, and then go to work together, but it did not work out.

Emily didn't elaborate on why. And without his words, she knew that he had to go to the airport and pick up someone who had arrived a week earlier. Thanks for this overheard conversation.

Hmm, you look like your absolute best today, Hayes. The girl sighed and trudged to the bathroom.

The heap of thoughts in her head kept her awake all night.

Meeting someone is one thing. This does not mean that you cannot come back and stay with her? The day before yesterday he promised to return but never came back. He said he overslept and it happened by accident.

Okay, let's say it's true.

But why hadn't he thought to come back yesterday? She clearly would not mind. Or is her small apartment too modest for His Excellency?

No, such reflections are absolutely useless. What is the use of assuming if you do not know what is going on in a person's head? In that case, it's easier to ask.

Less nerves will be wasted, and she will be closer to the truth. Provided that the person will not lie.

Emily finished her morning routine and headed to the kitchen. Instant coffee was a stupid option, but she didn't feel like going to a cafe today. Although there was time for that.

Thanks to the boss - he moved the working day one hour later. How caring.

It was another fact of his intervention that she remembered.

Was there anything that she would have decided for herself?

Oh, yeah. Their first sex. She agreed, but it made no sense to take this situation into account. Her brains did not work then.

Emily took a sip and grimaced. After all, instant coffee is completely disgusting in comparison with the real one.

But it is great sobering.

So, Em. Today you will think carefully about what you want from this man, and talk to him frankly! Let him know what suits you and what doesn't. Until you got sucked in this whole situation even deeper.

Emily smiled tightly at her reflection in the black goo that remained in her mug.

Well, in the worst case, he has another girl. Emily has gone through such things before.

It hurts, but you can survive. Probably. She wasn't so sure of it now.

If she saw this photo before they got close, it would be easier. Because even at that moment, her body felt as if he was still inside her.

Even if Justin was not around, her body still remembered how it felt to belong to him. Feel his gentle touches on the outside and passionate thrusts on the inside.

"Oh, shit…"

Emily threw the leftover coffee down the sink, returned to the bedroom, and pulled on her denim shorts. Better to go to a cafe.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated for an incoming call.

The girl looked at the display in surprise. "Hi, Catherine. Something happened? I'll be at work in two, two and a half hours."

"Emily, good morning!" Joyce's voice sounded happier than Hayes, "I'm just calling about work. You have a day off today, so you don't have to come. Come to the office tomorrow."

"What do you mean, a day off?!" Emily almost dropped the phone, "How come?! I already had a break for two days, Kat. What the heck? Am I such a useless employee that I will be paid to stay at home, so as not to mingle with work in the office?"

This was already frankly offensive. Emily loved her job. Even stupid romance novels with primitive plots began to be liked by that very primitive plot.

"Oh common, would you please! No, of course!" Kat hurried to calm her down. "It's completely the opposite! You are a very valuable employee. But don't come today, okay?"

Joyce was clearly hiding something from her. Emily was sure of that. "And what if I come?" she asked.

"No 'ifs', baby! You'd better go to a cosmetologist or to a beauty salon! Yes, that's right! Be sure to go to a beauty salon and pop in some boutiques on the way for a new dress! You are our future star, don't you forget that!"

"Catherine-"

"I'm hanging up. Take it up with superiors. Well, I had to warn you and I did, so cheers!" she hung up.

Take it up with superiors, you are saying? It seems that some have not grasped the essence of yesterday's conversation.

Emily opened her contact list and chose the one she needed.

After a few long rings, Evans picked up the phone.

"Emy, hello! How are you? Sorry, it's not a good time for me to talk right now. Can I give you a call later?"

Of course, it is not a good time to talk! In the background, the boss had such a noise, as if he had already been at a party in the morning. Male and female voices mingled with the laughter of the child.

"Justin, Catherine called me and said I had a day off. What's the matter?" Emily was nervously tapping the nails of her free hand on the bedside table. Her hearing tried to pick out individual voices and words spoken by the people in the background.

"Justin, drop the phone and sit down at the table!" a stern female voice called out to the boss. "Mel, dear, what would you like to eat?"

Emily didn't hear the girl's answer, as Evans apparently went into another room. In the background of the boss it became quiet.

"Emily, I know that you are angry now that I got into your business again. I did so because this is really important. Today, and maybe tomorrow, stay at home, okay? If you like, I'll give orders to Barkens. He will give you remote access to the corporate system, and you can work from home. Okay?"

"And why should I stay at home, Justin? Is there something I am not supposed to know or what?"

The man hesitated for a moment. Emily heard him sigh. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow, okay? Today I will be busy, tomorrow before lunch too, most likely. And then we will meet and you will be able to chastise me all the way you want, okay?"

"Okay," the girl was forced to agree.

"Thank you," the boss's voice grew happier, "You are my best, my Emy. That's the reason why I... Khem, well, I will say everything when we meet. See you tomorrow!" He sent her a kiss and hung up.

Emily stared at the blank display screen for a while. Then she turned off the phone, threw it on the bed, and left the house.

The weather outside was great. To mock her disgusting mood.

Maybe at least a cup of her favorite coffee will brighten up the situation?

Emily received her order, exchanged a few phrases with the barista, and sat down at her favorite table.

Cars passing outside the window and people rushing to work began to distract her from bad thoughts.

Going to the cosmetologist and buying a new dress wasn't such a bad idea, she thought.

"Ohoho, lookie who we have here? Pouring your pain into coffee early in the morning? This shit doesn't work. You'd better use wine." A woman's voice with screeching notes announced its mistress a little earlier than the smell of yesterday's alcohol.

The stranger boldly sat down opposite Emily and stared at her. Bright makeup and a neckline of such depth that you can not wear a dress complemented the image of a drunk woman in the most unsightly way.

"Move to another table, please, you are disturbing me," Emily replied coldly.

"Tsk, Ms. Politeness is not in a good mood! I somehow don't see the handsome Evans nearby. Has he already ditched you, huh, little bitch?" The woman brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder. Apparently, she tried to do it with a seductive gesture, but it came out twitching.

Who can tell who's a real bitch here? Not for nothing, she pissed Emily off at the first meeting. After all, this is the very person who ruined their date with the boss in the movies!

What the hell is she doing at her favorite cafe? Emily struggled to keep from exploding with indignation.

The growing anger was added to the previously disgusting mood.

She opened her mouth to voice a couple of "sweet" remarks to the drunken saucy jade, but the latter got ahead of her.

"I'll bet a hundred bucks that he is now warming his beloved Mel's bed."

At the mention of that name, Emily's heart hurt and sank.

She pressed her lips together and turned to the window. "I don't know what you are talking about," she answered dryly. Hayes didn't want this unpleasant woman to notice her confusion.

The woman chuckled, pulled out her phone, poked it, and pushed it close to Emily.

On the screen was a photograph of the couple. Justin Evans stood in an embrace with a spectacular brunette and did not take his eyes off her. It was the girl in the photo that Emily found in his office.

"So what?"

"What do you mean, so what? Are you serious?" the woman raised her brightly drawn eyebrows, "Ha! You don't know who she is, do you?"

You bet your damn ass I'll tell you whether I know or not! Emily squeezed a cup of coffee. Her brain has already realized that now she will receive the information she wanted to know.

But she didn't want to hear it from the mouth of this rubbish.

But fate has decided it differently.

The woman curled her scarlet lips in a grin and leaned back in her chair as if she were presenting herself as a queen sitting on a throne. She opened her mouth and said with undisguised malice,

"My dear, I'm very pleased to introduce you Melissa. Melissa Evans.. His wife."