Okay, before we start this chapter, it was pointed out to me in the reviews that Pam is just as equally as guilty for using Eric's money as what Lorena is, but that is not true. In this fic, Pam is as successful as her older brother and she has her own money.

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EPOV

"Well aren't you going to answer it?" I asked Lorena whenever it became apparent that she wasn't going to answer her ringing mobile.

"No, it's not important Eric, and if it is the person can just ring me back" Lorena said, and then made an effort to slide her phone off of the table and into her bag, but before she could I saw the name "Bill" was flashing across the caller ID.

And to my knowledge, she didn't know anybody named Bill.

"Who is Bill?" I asked, my voice going quieter, even though I already knew what the truth was going to be.

"He … he's a work colleague" Lorena stuttered – something that I knew that she only did whenever she was nervous or she was cornered. And right now, I got the feeling that she was both.

I cast a quick glance over the table at my sister and saw that – for once in her life, she was sitting quietly, with just a raised eyebrow to tell me exactly how she was feeling.

Pam was also thinking that I was being fed a bit of a fib there.

"Lorena, don't talk bullshit. You don't even have a job" I said to her, trying – and barely managing to keep my voice under control.

"From when I worked in the hairdressers last year" Lorena said, and if I wasn't so upset right now about the fact that my girlfriend was fucking cheating on me, I would have laughed at her pathetic excuse.

"You never fucking worked in a hairdressers" I said. "Tell. Me. How. The. Fuck. That. You. Know. Him"

Lorena just looked down at her hands which were locked on her lap.

"How long have you been screwing this Bill guy behind Eric's back?" Pam interjected, before I had the chance to say anything else.

"He doesn't mean anything …. Eric, it's only ever been you. Please, you have to believe me baby" Lorena said, begging me and when she reached out to touch me, I immediately flinched away from her and went to sit on the other side of the table beside Pam.

The last thing I really wanted right now was for her touch me – especially since I didn't quite trust myself not to crumble and end up forgiving her for the affair that she seemed to be having with this guy named Bill, and my movement seemed to hurt her for whenever I looked into her eyes I could see that it stung more than a little.

I could also see that she had indeed been having an affair, and that it hadn't been a one time thing – something that I had no doubts whatsoever that she would try to convince me of.

Because, like the Eagles say "there ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes".

"How. Fucking. Long. Lorena?" I asked her out through gritted teeth.

"About six months or so" she said, once more hanging her head down low in shame. Well, I bet that she wasn't fucking doing that whenever she was spreading her legs for this Bill guy. Or whoever else it has been as well.

"Who is he?" I asked her once again – not that I really expected her to give me the truth, but I figured that it was worth a shot anyway.

"Bill Compton. I met him at one of your concerts – he was there with his girlfriend, who apparently is one of your biggest fans" she said slowly.

"So while you were at one of my concerts, and this guy's girlfriend was listening to what I was playing, you were off screwing her boyfriend in the toilets?" I said, my voice now cracking as each word came out of my mouth.

"No … Eric, it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that at all" she answered, still using that begging voice of hers.

"That was exactly what it was like, don't even lie to me Lorena" I growled at her.

"It wasn't like that at all – never once did he make love to me at your concerts, or any of the dances that you did either" Lorena defended.

"And that is supposed to make it fucking better, Lorena? You have been screwing around on me for over six months – am I just supposed to fucking well congratulate you because apparently you haven't sunk low enough to fuck right under my nose. We are done, Lorena. I don't want you to contact me or come near me ever again. Do I make myself clear? Come and get your stuff out of my house by tomorrow otherwise you will find it in the nearest skip that I can find. Or else ebay, Depends on how I'm feeling by then" I said, and Pam sniggered a little at that, probably wondering if I would actually have the balls to actually do what I threatened to or not.

Well this time I fucking would.

"No … no, I never said that it would Eric – please. You have to forgive me for this. He is nothing to me, but you are my everything. I can't live without you. Please" Lorena begged, tears now starting to flow down her face.

"You mean that you can't live without Eric's money?" Pam interjected.

"No – I'm not a gold digger" Lorena defended, and this time it was my eyebrow that shot straight up into my hair.

"If he meant nothing to you Lorena you wouldn't have kept doing it" I said and then got up to leave the restaurant, and Pam followed suit – leaving Lorena with the bill and three plates of food that she most definitely wouldn't eat.

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