"Okay. Tell me, what is it?"

Shit shit shit.

Am I really doing this now?

"Before I tell you, you have to promise me that you won't beat the shit out of me."

Her eyes popped out in surprise even more:"What do you mean? Why would I hit you, woman, just tell me already. You're making me very nervous."

You and me both, sister.

"Okay, so." my gaze was locked on the floor, I couldn't look at her. I felt like a guilty toddler who scratched the wall with crayons and now I have to admit what I've done.

"I do know your husband, Eric. He is, well, was my boss for some time."

"Alright, and?"

"And I, well, we-" I looked up to face her and saw her totally focused on what I was saying.

"I can't, I... I'm so sorry but-"

"He fucked you, didn't he?" she cut me off.

Her words took me by surprise and I looked up to see her roll her eyes.

She rubbed my shoulders lightly and laughed while saying: "It's fine, darling. We should have a glass of something strong to continue this conversation. Let's go." she wrapped her arm around my waist and we exited the bathroom.

We hoped no one will notice us as we headed to the back. There was another entrance, the different one from the one me and Nick entered.

There was a pool with those cool pool beds around. The pool was illuminated with different colours. There wasn't a lot of people, we were almost alone. Alice and I sat on the pool bed and she picked up two glasses from the table. She handed one glass of champagne to me.

I thanked her: "I've never been to a party like this."

She smiled: "Yeah, It looks cool, right?But after some time you kind of get so used to it that you don't find it cool anymore. Believe me."

I chuckled: "Yeah, I guess."

Rich people problems.

"So, look. About Eric. I don't know how to apologise to you."

"No, Emily. He's a typical jerk. I hate to break it to you but he's cheated on me before. This is not his first time. God knows how many were there for real. I have to admit that I didn't know he's doing it again but I'm not surprised. Once a cheater, always a cheater. "

" Okay, shit." So many things ran through my mind. What the fuck? It did hurt my ego to know I wasn't the only one, to be honest.

" Tell me" she sipped her drink: "Was he with you when I tried to enter his locked doors in the office?"

I remember that day vividly.

"Ugh, yeah..." I admitted, looking down at my drink.

She laughed:"Ahaaa, I knew it. That fucker. But babe, don't you worry about it." she put her hand on mine.:"I know how persuasive he can be and how good is he at telling all kind of lies. I apprecciate you telling me but I really don't give a fuck. We have a good marriage but we get love and sex from other people and it works for us. Also, he's a good father to our kids."

Kids?...

" Still, I feel guilty. I want you to know I'm done with him and also, I quit my job. He's no longer my boss. "

"Good for you. I just hope you had a good time with him. Was he good? God, I haven't fucked him in a while."

This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

I smiled, obviously feeling uncomfortable so she calmed me:"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel weird about that. But look, I really hope you are done with him. He does have a few... mental disorders."