"What the hell is going on in there!?" The door flung open. It was Richard standing there... his face drained of all color...
Josie tried to break free from Simon as her initial reaction, but he held her firmly down to the bed.
"Who the fuck is he!" Richard demanded, slamming his briefcase on the floor.
"I suggest you back off, Richard," Simon said calmly, looking over his shoulder at Richard, a smile on his face.
"How the hell do you know my name?! How long has this been going on for??!"
Simon stood up to face Richard properly, not giving a shit that he was still naked as day. In fact, Richard showing up like this was the icing on the cake. No more sneaking around. He was going to claim Josie and he wasn't prepared to lose.
"Oh I know all about you Richard. I know you prize your work more than your wife. I know you've held off having children with Josie even though she desperately wants them. I'm giving her what she wants. I'm giving her what she needs." He proved that point by looking down at his own manhood, still glistening with Josie's juices. This sent Richard over the edge.
"I'm going to kill you!" he screamed, lunging for Simon.
"NO!" Josie bellowed, rushing off the bed to try and stop them. In one of Richard's violent swings she got caught, right in the cheek. It caused her to fall back on the floor, clutching her pulsating face. Both the men paused when they realized Josie was hurt.
"Josie I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
Seeing Josie on the floor in pain made Simon angry in an inhumane way. He roared and landed a forceful blow in Richards face, just the amount of pressure needed to knock him out completely. As he fell to the floor he hit his head on the bed stand, making the injury more severe.
"Oh my god you've killed him!" she exclaimed, crawling to her husband to see the damage. He had a massive gash at the side of his head, and his face had gone pale. Not to mention his glasses were completely shattered.
"He's fine, he'll live," Simon said flatly, turning away to get dressed. Josie looked up at him in horror, this big tall man- her lover that just possibly murdered her husband. She was shaking like hell, and there were lumps in her throat. The side of her cheek was numb.
She didn't say a thing for a minute as she tried to gather her bearings. She went into the on-suite bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her right cheek wasn't swollen but just badly grazed. When she looked down and realized her whole bottom half was still unclothed she grabbed her dressing gown.
"I- I need to call an ambulance. He's going to die."
"He's just unconscious. The cut on his head isn't so bad..." Simon paused for a moment. "I was protecting you Josie. He hit you."
"Yes but not on purpose! He was trying to get you for what you done!"
"What I done? And what was that exactly?" Simon's wild grey eyes were tearing into hers. He stepped closer and she stiffened.
