"Sunni, the take away arrived." Lyla called through the bedroom door.
"I'll be out in a second!" Snapped Sunni.
"What is up with her lately," Lyla thought to herself, "She has been acting so fucking weird."
She emptied the food from the containers onto plates and poured two glasses of wine. This girls catch up was long overdue, ever since the fuck up at the convention Lyla had been so distracted with trying to make it right to Clarke, she had barely seen Sunni in the last two weeks.
"Sorry I snapped, I was just getting out of the shower." Sunni said, wrapping her damp hair up in a towel. "Smells really good."
Lyla looked at her housemate as she sat down beside her. She was easily the prettiest girl Lyla had ever seen. Her tanned skin on her thin frame was like caramel. Big fake breasts,(Sunni had admitted to Lyla that all through her teens she felt disgusted with her body). She could just make out a few strands of her jet black hair sticking out from underneath the towel.
They ate in silence, the only noise coming from either of them was the clinking of the forks on the plate.
"So what's new with you, sorry I haven't been around much, work has just been crazy."
"Not much," She replied wiping her full lips with a napkin. "I got the role in the play. I started rehearsals yesterday."
"What! that's brilliant news Sunni, I wish you had told me we could have gone out to celebrate."
Sunni blushed as her housemate reached across and hugged her. She shrugged saying it was nothing.
They began to chat more fluidly after that, Lyla decided not to tell her about her out of office activities. While Sunni was way more reserved than Lyla she still loved to hear all about her sordid sex tales, but Lyla thought the recent events were a bit much.
"Other than that," She slurred as they finished off their third bottle of wine. "Is everything ok?"
"My father called me a few days ago, I haven't really spoken to him since I left, he still thinks I should have stayed and gave the Bollywood roles a better shot."
"Oh!" Lyla knew little about Sunni's life before she met her three years ago. Sunni would reveal the odd bit of information at random times, Lyla knew not to pry.
"He says he wants to come and visit but I told him no, the last time I seen him he was kicking me out of the house, saying he never wanted to see me again, that I had brought shame on the family." She began to get upset, tears slowly began to leak from her large, aqua coloured eyes. "That was over five years ago."
"How did he get your number then?" She asked, rubbing her hand up and down her housemates back consolingly.
"I have a cousin who I speak to weekly, we are very close since childhood, he must have given it to him. Oh Lyla I do not know what I will do if he turns up here."
"Sssh, don't worry, if he does turn up here he will have to deal with me OK, I will kick his ass."
They both laughed lightly. Sunni dabbed her eyes with the towel that was now lying on the coffee table. Lyla rested her head back on the sofa, the mixture of the long week she had just put in at work and the wine, hit her all at once and she began to nod off. She was about to stand up and get ready for bed when she felt soft lips upon hers. Her eyes sprang open.
"Sunni, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," She replied flustered, mortification etched all over her face. "Please forgive me Lyla I don't know what came over me." She stood up and ran from the room.
"Sunni, it's fine you just took me by surprise. Please come back to the sofa." Lyla said as she knocked on her housemates bedroom door. "Seriously just come out and talk to me." She waited there for nearly ten minutes before slowly walking to her own room, feeling bad and confused. She had never seen any signs that Sunni was into her in that way.
"What else can change in my life." She wondered as her head his the pillow.
****
Lyla jumped into the shower after her run the next morning. Sunni had left a note on the island saying that she had gone to rehearsals and wouldn't be home till late. Lyla had tried texting her to talk about their kiss but all she had received in way of a reply was, "Please forget about it, it was a mistake and I was drunk Sun x". With Lyla's work life in a whirlwind she couldn't afford to have her home life effected as well. She would try and meet her after her rehearsals she need to call into the office anyways, she had some paper work to scan and email and needed to get itinerary off of Clarke's desk for the incoming overseas investors week.
"I never get a fucking day off." She mused, slipping on her sweat pants and baggy sweater. "At least I don't have to dress up."
Thirty minutes later she was at her desk, Clarke had emailed her saying he would message her again after his brunch with Mr. Howe. The office was basically deserted this early on a Saturday morning. Lyla had brought her lunch with her, she intended to prepare it in the kitchenette in Clarke's office and take in the stunning views as she ate.
The thought of food made her stomach grumble so she quickly scanned her documents and sent them, photocopied the itinerary. A segment on the calendar drew her attention, it was typed in Italics. "Send gift to apartment."
"I wonder what the gift is." She thought dryly as she grabbed her back pack and pushed open the heavy door to Clarke's office. The hum of traffic could just be heard from the street 20 storeys below.
The view still took her breath away. The sun hit off the adjacent skyscrapers, giving the city a magical quality to it. She could see the route she took on her daily jog, the green trees lining the dark water of the lake. Her stomach gave another grumble which snapped her out of the trance.
She picked up her back pack and walked into the cool kitchenette. She reached for a plate and pulled out the salad she had made from the leftovers. She thought she could hear voices coming from her office but assumed it was the cleaner making noise. The door to the office suddenly burst open.
"I told you Clarke we should have gone to a restaurant and bought a picnic, what are we doing back here."
"Fuck!" Lyla thought, "Cassie sounds pissed."
"I just have a few things to do real quick babes then I will take you wherever you want to go ok. I didn't expect Mr. Howe to cancel at the last minute, I have to write the emails that we were going to go over myself. It should take about 30 minutes, you can take the car and go to the stores, I can meet you somewhere if you like."
"No," She replied, childishly, "I never get to spend time with you anymore, you are either here all the time with that bitch or you just go straight to bed when you are home."
"Cassie, I asked you to stop calling Lyla that."
"I will call her what she is, giving you the flirty eyes, and the clothes she wears, please, that bitch has a thing for you and I ain't stupid."
Lyla's cheeks flushed as she quietly pushed the kitchenette door out, she always knew that Clarke's wife didn't like her but she had never said as much, to her face anyways. There was no way she could go into his office now, she just hoped that they wouldn't bother coming into the kitchenette.
"She doesn't fancy me, babes, anyways I only have eyes for you. My Latino queen."
Lyla didn't think it would be possible but her cheeks burned even brighter, she had never heard Clarke speak like this, she didn't even think he would be capable of lovey dovey talk.
"Yes well, when are you going to make me your Latino Baby Mama. Huh?"
"Next year, how many times do I have to tell you this Honey, when things settle down again and I have launched the app, I will have more free time, just now isn't a good time."
"There is never going to be a good time with you Clarke."
From this angle, through the crack in the door Lyla could just make out Clarke's upper body sitting behind his desk, Cassie was on the sofa, in front of the kitchenette on her phone. Lyla could feel the tension in the air.
"Fuck." Lyla thought.
She would just have to stay hidden and hope that they left soon, she quietly grabbed her ear buds from her back pack and placed one in here ear, if they came towards her she could slip the other one in and pretend that she was listening to music and not eavesdropping on their domestic squabble.
"Nearly finished, have you decided where you wanna eat?" Clarke called looking up from his monitor.
"Don't care," came the sullen reply.
"Don't be in a mood, you know how I feel about becoming a father and I do, more than anything in the world, just not right now. OK?"
"I know," She said calmly, setting her phone on the sofa and walking towards his desk, "I just cannot wait to be a mother." She slowly started massaging Clarke's shoulders.
"Just another paragraph and I think I should be ready."
"Take your time." She purred, her hands sliding across his pecks, her head pressed against his neck.
Lyla continued to watch, willing them to go away but a small part of her wanted Cassie to keep going. Her body started to betray her and she could feel the familiar build up in her stomach as she continued to watch, transfixed.
Cassie now had her hand on her husband's crotch slowly kneading it through his black pants.
"That feels so good." He moaned, spinning around in his computer chair to face her.
She slowly peeled off her jacket, revealing a green sleeveless shirt. Her tanned body looked toned, her big breasts straining against the material.
He pulled her in to a kiss while she continued to rub between his thighs.
