Peter POV
I lean back in my office and angrily toss my work tablet on the desk of my office.
Hunter looks at me in shock.
"Hey, what's with you? You've been out of it all day." He says and I stand up.
Walking over to the window where the entire island stood below me.
I was still pissed off at Joseph after last night but couldn't figure out why.
I couldn't even look at him this morning as I left.
"Nothing Hunter, you can go now," I tell him and feel it again.
I hear the door close behind him and rub the bridge of my nose while closing my eyes.
Joseph and I were having such a great week without flashbacks.
I think maybe I'm just hurt.
I was so happy to have him in my arms and having him actually kiss me for once, but it was short lived when I smelled the hospital on his skin and the sweetness disappeared.
Only to be followed by the question of sincerity.
In the end he didn't want me.
He only wanted to distract me.
In the end he doesn't want me.
His words were lies.
Him saying he found me attractive must have also been a lie.
Those sweet yet sexy kisses were to mask his true intent.
And that's what hurt me.
I wasn't wanted by my own husband.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."
I turn to see Hunter looking defiant.
He only closed the door.
"It's nothing." I brush him off and lean against the window. He sits on my desk and we stare at each other.
"I care about you Peter, a lot more than you care to realize and I know when something is wrong." he continues.
I shake my head, "No really I'm fine." I tell him again.
He pushes off the desk and comes closer to me.
"That's a lie." he says.
"And how do you know that?" I ask while crossing my arms defensively.
"Because I love you, Peter Grayson." Hunter confesses and kisses me.
I catch myself accidentally kissing him back but not feeling anything.
He's not Joseph.
I gently push him back and give him a look.
"Listen, you're cute and all but you're like a fetus compared to me. Stop. I'm married and have three kids. You're a twenty-year-old kid." I tell him.
Heartbreak washes over his face.
I grab my suit jacket and leave feeling strange and guilty.
Did I just cheat on Joseph?