He was so enraged right now he wanted to pound something to dust. He needed to get out of there now, before he did something he’d regret. Without speaking another word, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. He went down to his gym, cranked on the heavy metal music, and worked off his anger with a hard run on the treadmill and supersets for his chest and shoulders. By the time he was done, he was sweaty, sore and a little bit calmer. Maybe he should send the scheming bitch home and deal with this situation a different way. For some reason, she pushed his buttons, made him feel things he didn’t want to. Dammit, he’d actually thought he knew her. What a fucking fool he’d been. The information had come from the one person he knew he could trust. It couldn’t be a lie. Stacy had no reason to make things up, especially something like this. She’d been his friend for years, long before he’d brought her onboard at work.
