Steve paid the cab driver and closed the door, and turned to walk back up the stairs to his and Sam's apartment. He made it to the corner of the building when he saw the door open to main entrance and he stalled.
Doctor Luka Kovac stepped out of the door and looked around the street.
Steve pulled himself back around the corner so as the good doctor wouldn't see him and craned his neck around so he could still see the man he had always thought Sam was fucking.
He could see the tall man was debating with himself, pivoting on his heel back towards the entrance, then away then back and eventually he kept walking away. Steve watched as Kovac turned his head back and upwards and direct his stare towards the window of Steve and Sam's bedroom.
Eventually, he left.
Steve stood where he was, could feel the anger bubbling inside him. His breath was still tinged with alcohol - that stupid bitch actually believed that he was going to work. Work? He hadn't been to work for over a month. He could feel the alcohol push the blood around his veins hard and he could feel the hairs on his neck stand up, the way they always did when he was seriously pissed off.
Her leaving him was one thing, he could handle that. But her leaving him and then going and screwing some loser Slav in what was now his bed? No, that was unforgivable.
He wondered, acidly, how often it had happened before.
He saw a black truck leave the street, driving past him and he sent his own, one finger salute towards it and turned back towards the apartment building.
There was no way she was leaving now. If he couldn't have her, no one could have her.
She was not getting away with this, with this direct attack on his pride. He was better than this, he deserved some respect.
And he would make sure that he got it, he thought as
he climbed the last few steps and opened the apartment door.
TBC