The Intern and My Wife

Summary

The intern was being rough on purpose, making my wife cry out just so I could hear.

The next day, he swaggered out of the room next door, a constellation of hickies on his neck, and smirked at me.

“So what if Aurora legally married you, Ethan?” he taunted. “She’s still having a wedding with me, isn’t she?”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oh, and I recorded it last night. Want me to send you a copy?”

I stared at him for a beat, then a slow smile spread across my face.

“Here’s the difference between you and me,” I said. “I’m not into sloppy seconds.”