An unexpected life changer; Part 1

I couldn’t believe my luck.

I just shook Gerry’s hand in disbelief. Not saying anything.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Gerry my boss chuckled. Gerry wasn’t your typical high stakes boss. He always work jeans and a suit jacket. Always had time to talk to the employees and knew when and how to get business done.

“Yes” I dumbly replied “I mean yes, oh my god, thank you!” I stuttered. “Thank you, I won’t let you down!!”

“I know you won’t son, that’s why I’m giving you this promotion!” He smiled to me, breaking the long handshake. “You’ve proven yourself very useful to me and this company.”

“Thank you” I dumbly repeated myself.

He gave out a loud laugh, patted me on the back and headed towards the door of my office.

“Eh Gerry” I spoke out.

He didn’t reply he just simply turn and raised an eye brow at me.

“Um could I get the rest of the day off and go tell my girlfriend the good news?” I asked.

He laughed again “ah to be young and in love” he smiled “yeah sure why not, you’ve earned it!” He chuckled to himself as he opened the office door. “Tell you what” he said turning to face me again “just take tomorrow off too. Come in Monday and we can go over the ins and outs of your new role!” He simply waved to me as he closed the door.

I stood behind my desk in my small office “No fucking way” I whispered to myself. He was right I have worked hard but never been so lucky to get promoted so well. I’ve been quite lucky in life, I mean I would consider myself pretty good looking at six foot, one. My well looked after faded brown hair. My body is in pretty good shape. I’ve got an amazing city centre flat and an out of this world girlfriend, who I could not wait to marry and this promotion would certainly help now.

“Valerie?!” I said to my secretary as I threw my my jacket on in a hurry, leaving my office.

“Yes Mr Lawson?” Valerie replied looking up to me over her glasses. Valerie was a middle aged woman, around her mid forties, she would never tell me her true age. She was the best secretary I could have asked for and was always there to keep me right. Most of me getting this promotion was thanks to her.

“I’m off home for the rest of the day, take any messages. I won’t be back till Monday!” I said as I waved to her as I headed down the hall. My mind was on one place and one person.

All the way home I could not get the grin off my face. I was so excited and could not wait to tell Amanda the great news. I would take her away somewhere special and propose, yeah this is perfect I thought to myself.

I got home and entered into our flat, eager to find Amanda and tell her the good news. As soon as I tossed my jacket onto the kitchen counter my face fell. I knew something wasn’t right. As I walked through our flat, I noticed two wine glasses on the kitchen counter that had clearly been drunk from. There was also remnants of dis guarded clothes on the sofa and then I heard it. I stopped in my tracks to listen better and the unmistakable noises of Amanda moaning and a man’s grunting could be heard.

My face went pale as I stood there, I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing. My mind started to spin. I could leave and go back to work pretend this never happened I thought to myself. But then she will just keep doing this that lying cheating whore. My face went from pale to red as the angry grew. I went into my small study/office where a set of golf clubs were kept. I grabbed a club and headed for our bedroom.

I gripped the club tighter in my hand as I entered the bedroom, my fear was confirmed. There on our bed, was my girlfriend, moaning in pure pleasure as she rode on top of this mystery guy. I stood at the door for a moment, the anger rising more inside me.

“What the actual fuck??” I roared.

Amanda turned round with a look of pure fear and panic. She fell to the side of the bed, grabbing the covers to hide herself. The mystery guy shot up with the same shock and surprise as Amanda.

“Baby, I can…”

“Shut up!” I sneered, cutting her off. I pointed the golf club at the guy and narrowed my eyes at him, “get the fuck out of my house now!”

He took one look at Amanda and jumped out of the bed and gathered the few clothes lying about the floor. As he scurried about I got a look of him, he was smaller height wise than me and of average build. He ran off out the room, fumbling with his clothes trying to put them on.

“Robbie please?” Amanda’s voice was a whimper.

“I said shut up” I growled. Her face was pale as the tears streamed down her cheek. I stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. I felt deflated, defeated. The anger was gone as the hurt took over.

I sat there in silence for a good 10 minutes, Amanda still sobbing away behind me. I slowly gathered myself and asked the question,

“How long?”

She sniffed, wiping her face, “what” her voice whimpered again.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” I said in a calm low voice.

Her voice began to tremble as I felt her shuffle slightly in the bed “um, well ….