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The Lines of Surrealist Greek Tragedy

Time and reality seemed to have no meaning; it was as though he had fallen into a surrealist paining of a Greek Tragedy. The agonizing seconds seemed to last an eternity in his mind, everything distorted, but he was aware of two sets of eyes that were fixed upon him, one pair to his left, belonged to a vengeful harpy, poised to snatch away his happiness, the other, to his Aphrodite, who laid beneath him in all her divine splendor, the warmth of her body radiating into his.

"I'll give you two a moment" Zoë's bitter voice cut as she skulked back into his main office. The spell was broken, time unfroze and reality clawed viciously at him. Cal let out a mournful moan, one that screamed of the ache in his heart as well as in his manhood, he dropped down off his elbows, letting his whole body lay flush with Gillian's and buried his face in her soft hair.

"Cal, you need to get off me and find out what she wants." Gillian wriggled slightly, hoping her sudden movement would stir him into action, Cal didn't move, he couldn't. Fear invaded every inch of him, he knew that after Zoë had caught him in flagrante with Gillian the embers of hate and revenge would have been stoked and were now burning strong, and he knew she would more than happily reveal his secret and destroy any hope he had of a relationship with Gillian. He was terrified that this was the last time he would ever be this physically or emotionally close to her, so he allowed himself to linger for a moment more, he inhaled the sweet perfume of her hair, relished the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.

"Cal, you have to get up" Gillian said softly. This time he moved, reluctantly rolling off her and clambering to his feet, he reached down and helped her to hers.

"Do you want me to face her with you?" She asked as she straightened her hair and clothes.

"No, it's best if I do it alone luv. See you back at mine?"

"Do...do you think I should still stay at yours.... after what just…." She blushed and looked away, touching her forehead with her hand. Shame! She's ashamed of what just happened.

"Yes. I won't be long; we can talk when I get back." He said firmly. Gillian didn't say another word, she simply nodded and with eyes that were heavy with fear and confusion, Cal watched her leave his inner-office though the seldom used back entrance. He composed himself, shoved his hands into his pockets and swaggered into his main office, forcing an air of cocky, nonchalant, control,

"Bad time is it?" Zoë's voice was bathed in sarcasm. Cal smiled and flopped into his chair, putting his feet on his desk. "What are you doing here Zoë? I thought you were going to call me?" Zoë shrugged.

"I knew if I told you I was coming to see you face to face you would have avoided me, like you have been doing for the past week." Her eyes wandered to the door of his inner office. "Is SHE hiding in there still? Ask her to come out and join us, let's make it a proper threesome, I mean there were always three of us in our marriage so…." Cal laughed and shook his head.

"What the hell do you have to laugh about?" Zoë's scowled.

"Foster really gets under you skin doesn't she?" Cal watched with pleasure as his words caused her face to twist into a grotesque mask of contempt, he enjoyed using Gillian against Zoë. "She's gone by the way" he added "so you can't storm in there and start telling tales." Zoë opened her mouth ready with a clever retort but then stopped, her demeanor instantly changed. She knew that she needed to be far more cunning, needed to play this differently to get what she wanted. It seemed as thought his passionate encounter with Gillian had given him a new found sense of confidence and bravado, she would have to stamp these out if she was to succeed in her mission. Instantly she snapped into lawyer mode, coolly and calmly she approached him, taking the seat opposite him, Cal caught her gaze, he could tell something had changed; her eyes seemed softer, kinder.

"So, was it everything you hoped, being with her…….with…..Gillian" Her voice strained as she uttered Gillian's name. Cal frowned, he was confused by the sudden change in Zoë, but he couldn't help being intrigued.

"Why the sudden interest?"

"I was just trying to be amicable Cal, we used to be able to talk about things, but if you would rather just argue…" Cal considered her for a moment, head cocked reading her face, she seems genuinely interested

"Well, I'm not really with her, it was a kiss and…." There it was, Zoë saw it in that split second, the slightest hint of vulnerability, his Achilles heel and she was poised to take full advantage of it.

"And?" she pressed.

"And well…I don't know, afterwards she showed, doubt, shame. I'm not sure how we stand." Zoë nodded, excitement coursing through her body time to stick the knife in she though.

"Well Cal it could change everything between you two and she knows it's it. Who initiated it?"

"I did"

"That explains it then. She is in an emotionally vulnerable state at the moment, feeling unattractive and a failure as a woman because her marriage has just broken down. You throw yourself at her and she reciprocates because your attention makes her feel better, makes her feel more attractive and less of a failure as a woman. When I walked in and interrupted the situation it gave her time to think, to realize what a terrible mistake it would have been to have gone further, I did you a favor Cal." She smiled inwardly as she saw the seed of doubt that she planted grow, Cal was an expert on deception detection, but when it came to manipulation facts, putting together an argument to cause reasonable doubt, she was a master.

Cal stared at her, he was motionless, his face not betraying him, but Zoë knew the mental cogs were whirling silently in his mind. Time for the kill. She lent forward and rested her hands on his desk.

"Cal. It would never work with her, but, I still love you. We can have a life together Cal, me, you and Emily."

"And Rodger?" he asked bluntly.

"Cal, I told Rodger everything weeks ago. I had to. He begged me to stay with him but I don't love him, I love you and if you tell me that you want me then I will go and end it with him right now." She looked longingly at him, wishing, willing him to tell her he wanted her too. He said nothing, did nothing, for several moments, he just sat silently processing the information. He had lost count of the number of hours that he had yearned for this moment in the past, for Zoë to sweep in and tell him she wanted him back, to have Emily at his all of the time, and now seemed to be the cruelest moment to be offering it. He took his feet of the desk and lent forward, placing his hand on one of hers and looked into her deep, brown eyes, he smiled slightly and he could feel his pulse quicken as he formed the words in his mind, preparing to utter them. Fear, relief, excitement all bubbling inside of him as he has made his decision, the right decision, perhaps the best decision of his life.

"Thanks for the offer luv…..but no thanks." He quickly removed his hand from hers and stood up to leave, Zoë's jaw dropped as she glared incredulously at him, knowing that he had chosen a possibility of having Gillian over the certainty of having her, quickly she began to scramble in her bag and pulled out a small item which she threw at him, it missed his face by millimeters.

"Well" she spat "You may brush me aside with ease for her, but let's see if she wants you when she finds out what you're really like and what you've done!" Cal bent down and picked up the long, thin item that now lay at his feet, his blood turned cold as it registered what the item was. In his hand was a white stick with two bright blue lines on it. SHIT!!!!!

"That's right Cal, let's see if your precious Gillian wants you when she knows you slept with me when I was engaged and that you've gotten me pregnant!"

"No, No, you can't be." He shook his head is disbelief.

"You have the test in your hand, you can read the result. I suggest you tell her tonight, or I WILL tell her tomorrow." Zoë stormed from his office, leaving a broken Cal staring helplessly at the two blue lines. Why the hell is my life always ruled by bloody lines!


A/N Thank you to all of the people who have written reviews, it really keeps me motivated to write more. I am loving writing this, just hope you still enjoy reading it :-)