Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two – Is That All I Am? -1

I arrive back at work on my lunch break. I went on my own because Wyatt had a conference call. I didn't go far, only across the road. The second I stepped inside, people were looking at me and whispering, "What the hell? What has changed since I left, not even an hour ago?" It can't be about my relationship with Wyatt. I thought everyone was over that. I shake my head, ignoring them and head for Wyatt's office. I brought him some lunch because I knew he wouldn't have eaten.

I approach the door, but someone stops me, Heather!

"You may want to knock. The boss has some company," she smirks.

"What are you on about, Heather?"

I really don't like her! She hates me, too. I keep calm, even though I know she's trying to get under my skin.

"I am referring to the stunning redhead in his office. She arrived five minutes after you left. She's still in there. I wonder what they could be doing?" she says smugly.

"It is probably business."

She laughs, "Are you really that naive? Trust me, she wasn't dressed for business. He was firm about no one disturbing him. They looked cozy."

Heather is getting too much pleasure from telling me this. She is enjoying every second. What is she, a teenage girl? She is acting...

"Heather, grow up," I snap.

"You shouldn't be surprised. Did you really think a man like Wyatt wouldn't get bored with little old you? He was bound to upgrade, and he has surely done that with her," she replies.

"I understand you are jealous because he has never so much as looked your way, sweetie. You need to get over it. Wyatt and I are doing fine. I give him everything he needs. He has no complaints," I smirk.

I don't give her a chance to say another word. I walk away and head into my office. I pretend like I'm not bothered. I am, though. Heather has a point: why would he stay with someone like me when he can have any woman he wants? Who is the woman in his office?

I hate myself for thinking the worst and being jealous. I sigh, close the door, and rest against it. The door between my office and Wyatt's is slightly ajar. I can hear the woman. They are talking and laughing. They seem…

Before I can stop myself, I head straight for the door and push it open. Wyatt is in his office chair, and she is sitting on top of his desk. They are familiar with one another. Her hand is on his arm. Why is this bitch touching my man?

"Who the fuck are you?" I snap, the words leaping out without a second thought.

All eyes were on me. The woman stood and focused on me. She was gorgeous. Tall and slim, with stunning long red hair. She was wearing a tight, short black dress and killer heels. She looked me over.

"Who are you?"

Wyatt has mentioned me,

"And you are barging into Wyatt's office, why?" she snaps.

"Alyssa is my assistant," he answers.

She shakes her head, "A very rude assistant." She gives Wyatt a glare. "Your assistant, really?"

"Really?" I snarl. Since we got together, has he introduced her as his assistant to the people he tells things to?

"You don't seem very disciplined for an assistant."

God, who does she think she is?

"Free yourself from talking to me like that. You don't even know me." I hiss, my fists clenching at my sides.

I am pressed tight between her and…

"Through, between you," Wyatt states, fondly and…

Wyatt. The fact that Wyatt let her even try to…

2:03 PM

Sarcasm drips from my voice with each word.