A/N: Okay, so I don't know if you guys want this chapter or not, but here it is. Any feedback would be appreciated! Thanks!
Gillian:
Finally alone in the silence of her apartment, Gillian cursed when her personal cell rang. She knew where it was, and debated ignoring it. Whoever it was would probably just keep calling, so Gill located the phone and answered it.
It was Cal's number and she sighed. She had told him she had a bad headache when she had left earlier. If he thought he was going to get brownie points for checking up on her, he thought wrong.
"What do you want Cal? I told you..." Gill said, but was interrupted.
"I'm not Cal. Who exactly are you?"
"Gillian Foster. Did Cal lose his phone again?"
"You could say that. How do you know him?"
"He's my boyfriend, lover, whatever you want to call it...and we work together, why?" Gill said, suddenly suspicious.
The woman on the other end of the line gasped before continuing.
"Really? Because as Mrs. Lightman, I thought I would know if my husband had a girlfriend."
Gillian gasped and nearly dropped the phone.
"Cal's married? Oh my gosh. I didn't know, I swear. He said he was divorced."
"He told me he worked with a guy named Joel."
"What a..." Gill trailed off, not exactly sure how to define Cal.
"Cheating bastard?" Zoe suggested.
"There has to be something we can do to make this right," Gillian said.
Zoe sighed into the phone and said that the only way to make it right was to make sure he never cheated again. Gill knew she meant it as a joke, so there was silence as both woman considered the option. And finally, at the same time, they both said,
"Let's do it."
Some time later, Gill ended the call. She knew what she had to do. That's didn't mean that she was happy about it. She dropped her phone into the couch and sank down, letting angry tears fall.
There was a knock on the door, and Gill knew who it was. Making no effort to dry her tears, she answered the door. Cal stepped into her apartment with a box of deluxe chocolate ice cream. He set it down and pulled Gill into a hug.
"What's wrong love?" Gill just shook her head. She had no way to explain to him what she was feeling.
"Your headache that bad?"
"Yeah," Gill managed to choke out. Luckily for her, Cal couldn't see her face. He put the ice cream in the freezer for another time, and then scooped Gill up in his arms and carried her to bed. Gill forced her headache away as Cal kissed her. She grabbed frantically at him, even knowing that he wasn't really hers. She had to have one last time.
"Are you sure, love? We can wait until you're feeling better, " Cal said as Gill's hands were about to unbuckle his belt. In answer she kissed him again. Gillian had her last time with him, and when it was over, he asked if she wanted him to stay.
"I need sleep Cal. I'll see you at the office," Gill mumbled sleepily. Cal let himself out, presumably to go home to his wife. This thought filled Gillian's eyes with angry tears again.
By morning, the tears were gone and the anger hidden.
That night, Cal went home early. Gill called on her work phone, telling him she was at a bar and she needed him. It was late. As she knew he would, he came right away. He bought round after round of drinks for them, getting drunker by the minute. Gill knew he wondered why she had asked him to come, but she provided no answer. Surely business partners didn't need a reason to get completely drunk at a bar together? What Cal didn't know was about to hurt him.
Gillian wasn't the least bit drunk. She had been drinking root beer all night.
In his drunken state, Cal never noticed when she took his drink. She took a sip and grinned at him, carefully dropping the powder in as she handed it back to him.
After that drink, she dragged him out of the bar. Depositing him in front in the front seat of her new black Cadillac, she drove to his house, and watched him struggle up the walk. Her task was done. She went home to sleep off the sugar.
