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shadowed his movements all evening. While Harold worked the crowd, got merry and found company of his own, I tried desperately to win back the favor of Mr. Fuckable. But blondie wasn’t having a bar of it. She obviously wasn’t with anyone and could openly sink her claws into my man. Did I just say my man? Well, I felt I had rights, you know? She pawed at his chest and whispered in his ear. There was a lot of giggling going on and huge dimply smiles on his behalf. I wanted to puke. Watching them interact made me feel cross. I felt like an idiot.
     
    Having effectively spent my entire evening on a wasted venture left it too late in the night to try and hook up with anyone else. I watched on enviously, their body language a little like a train wreck. Not entirely pleasant to look at and yet at the same time I just couldn’t look away. Ignoring the beautiful music being played, I got drunk in the corner and sulked. This was not how my evening was supposed to turn out.
     
    I almost got up and stamped my foot when Jake led the blonde towards the exit. My eyes followed every single step they took until they were well from sight.
     
    The voice at my shoulder startled me enough to spill my drink and shake me from my reverie.
    ‘ Come on darling, you couldn’t have thought you were the only one, did you? That you were … special?’ I turned to see Harold lighting a cigarette. He took a deep lungful and then turned to smirk in my direction.
     
    ‘I beg your pardon?’ He nodded in the direction Jake had just left and said, ‘You’ve been shooting daggers in Jake’s direction all night. You didn’t seriously think you were the only one he fucked, did you darling?’ His tone wasn’t menacing, but he was definitely taunting me.
     
    ‘I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,’ I snapped. I tried to accentuate my best indignant voice.
    ‘ Oh I think you do. You see, you’re not the only one who is taking advantage of this little wife swap. I mean really, a smart business man like myself, did you really think I am that stupid?’
    ‘ You knew?’
    ‘ Knew? Darling, I fucking orchestrated these shenanigans from the very beginning. Being as bored as you are, I’m surprised you didn’t join in years ago.’ He laughs now, as though he finds something funny. My mouth goes dry and I think I’m going to be sick for real.  
    ‘ How could you?’
    ‘ Don’t play the martyr now Katherine, it doesn’t suit you. Why do you think I married you in the first place? Because you fit a type, it’s that simple. Every man who works our firm regularly indulges in a little wife swapping – why do you think I never come home with you after these shindigs?’ I’m trying to get my head around what he’s saying, but right now I feel like I have just been played – manipulated even. If I am really honest with myself, I’m just angry my husband is smarter than I gave him credit for.
     
    He can sense my deflation and acts accordingly. He playfully clenches a fist and gently jabs it at my jaw; a mock punch that tilts my head ever so slightly.
    ‘ Chin up darling. It’s not the end of the world. You’ve still got your fancy house and your fancy clothes and Mrs. Jones will still be there on Monday morning to clean for you. Just think; there’ll be plenty more of these little soirees to attend in the future – just the place for you to find another dashing young scoundrel to fuck you senseless until the next time.’
     
    I sat flabbergasted as he ground out his cigarette, downed the rest of his scotch and got up to leave.
     
    ‘Where are you going?’ At this stage I wasn’t really sure I wanted to know the answer. He stopped and turned back to face me.
    ‘ I thought it was obvious darling. I’ve been playing this game much longer than you, and I hate to say it but I’m better at it. See the brunette over there with the willing smile? Well, sorry darling, but she’s waiting for me.’ He turns on his heel