Chapter 50 - 50

"Oh my God!" Lizzie exclaimed coming around the corner. "I thought he was going to pull you over his knee right then and there."

"I would have liked to have seen him try," I growled at my computer.

"Don't tempt him, he might come back," Lizzie said sagely as if she'd had it happen before.

"So, what's up I thought all was well with you two?"

I shook my head, "I need coffee. Come with me to the coffee shop.”

It wasn't really a coffee shop; it was actually more like an employee lounge, but it served free coffee any way you wanted it. It was one of the many benefits of working in one of the major distributors of coffee grounds and coffee products.

With our coffees in hand, we sat down and drank in silence for a moment. I knew she was waiting for me to figure out what to say. But to be honest I had no idea where to start. Lucky enough Lizzie was being patient letting me soak in my first cup of coffee since she understood how inhuman a person can be until they got the first dose of caffeine in the morning. When I got up to get my second cup it must have been some signal to her that I was ready to talk.

"So, what happened? Did the punishments scare you off?" she asked quietly.

She leaned into me clearly not wanting to be overheard.

"No, those I expected. I just didn't expect to actually like the spankings so much," I whispered back.

The memories brought a dreamy smile to my face, and I felt myself get wet with the thought. When the reality of the situation crept in, I felt my smile melt and tears gather in my eyes. It seemed now that Lizzie was here my anger had disappeared and anguish was quickly moving in.

"Well, what happened?" she asked.

As if my words were a rolling avalanche, I spilled everything. How we kept getting interrupted by his wife and how he was not sharing anything with me; him not getting a hold of me all weekend until Sunday night and then about the flowers.

"And then, I see Madam Witch showed up this morning and it was like I was nothing more than just his little play toy and she's wearing an engagement ring. A really, really, expensive one," I finished my voice almost lost to the betrayal building up inside me.

I tried to swallow back the tears that seemed to be spilling out in droves no matter how many times I wiped my face. Lizzie got up and walked around the table to pull me into an embrace as she took the chair right next to me.

"His?"

"I have no idea. All I know is when they stepped out of his car… Did you know he has a motorcycle, too?"I inquired offhandedly.

She shook her head and waved her hand indicating for me to continue.

"Anyway, that's not important. When they stepped out of the car it became clear that they still had some sort of relationship. And Lizzie, she is perfect. Model thin legs that go on forever and perky breasts you could bounce a quarter off. Even in these hussy clothes, how am I supposed to compete with that?"I choked back a sob.

I called myself a hopeless fool, I should have known it was too good to be true.

"Why is she here?"Lizzie inquired again rubbing my back.

"I don't know!"I wailed. "He didn't say anything and acted upset that I even saw him outside.”

"Would you have listened if he tried to explain?"Lizzie asked rationally.

I glared at her hating it when she was the rational one. She nodded interpreting my glare as an answer. Lizzie got up to refill our coffees and I couldn't even get up the willpower to raise my head. Suddenly I wanted to hide under my covers and not come out for a week.

My spirits rose slightly as I repeated to myself that all I had to do was get through today then I could go home and lock the world out.

I raised my head finally and saw that Lizzie had also gotten a small stack of napkins. I smiled gratefully at her and began to clean myself up, I pulled out a pocket mirror that I rarely used and checked my makeup. I scowled when I saw how horribly red my face was from crying and that my mascara had run. I should have taken Lizzie's advice and bought the waterproof one yet at the time it had seemed frivolous seeing as I had never had this issue before.

My head was beginning to pound and the despair I was feeling was threatening to swallow me up. Instead of letting it, I cleaned myself up as best as I could, then looked up at her to get her approval, which she gave me with a slight nod. The acute distress on her face had me steeling my resolve to get through this if for no other reason than for her sake. She must have noticed because she nodded again and let it go.

"I'm going to talk to Jordan about this and see what I can find out. If I find out Reed has been messing with your head, we'll both quit and go start our own coffee shop together," she said folding her arms over her chest.

I laughed softly seeing as it had been something that we'd been talking about it for the last year or so since Chrissy had gotten the promotion that Lizzie was supposed to get. It was such a big dream being able to quit here and start our own coffee shop, being our own bosses, and eventually buying out Bean Me and firing everyone that had pissed us off.

"Don't worry about asking Jordan, I don't want it to come in between you two. Jordan seems like a nice guy.." I said trying to change the subject.