June, 2004
"He's not home again?" Mark asked over the phone. Addison flipped the channels on her television. Being a gynaecologist isn't as busy as being a neuro-surgeon. In a busy city like New York, not many women are willing to get pregnant to have a family, there aren't so many children in this busy state, resulting that Addison isn't quite as busy as her husband.
"No." she responded, popping some salted popcorn into her mouth again. "Are you sure he didn't say anything? Like if I did something wrong, if I had been awful to him...?" she asked for the fifth time in ten minutes.
"No." Mark responded. He sighed over the phone. "Do you...do you need me to come over?" he offered, shoving a hand through his hair. Addison raised her eyebrows. Some company till Derek comes back will be good. she thought. "Sure, ok." she said. "Alright, I'll be there in fifteen." Mark said before hanging up the phone.
Within the next fifteen minutes, Addison put away the magazines, cleared the table and made the sofa looked a little more presentable and put on a more presentable set of clothes. She wouldn't want to invite her husband's best friend over to a messy house. The doorbell rang. Addison stacked the pile of magazines neatly under the coffee desk before answering the door.
"I bought liquor." he said, holding up a bottle. Addison laughed, stepping aside to let him in. "We don't need it, but thanks. I prefer to stay sober tonight. I have a major surgery next morning." She took the bottle from him and headed to the kitchen. "I could pour you some if you want." she called out. Mark shoved his hands in his jeans pocket. "No. Thanks. You can keep it." After knowing Derek for so long and been to his house for quite some time, he still felt weird being in the house alone with Derek's wife. It's his best friend's wife.
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Half an hour later, the two were sitting by the table, laughing and chatting, poker cards laid around the table. Their conversation moved from topic to topic. "And I never imagined for him to be this stupid. He actually tripped and fell flat on his face!" Mark exclaimed, slapping his knee while howling with laughter. He was sharing stories of him and Derek when they were in Med school. The two have been best friends since then. Slowly, the laughter stopped, Addison cleared her throat slightly, fidgetting with the cards on the table. Mark's laughters died down too. There was a brief moment of silence between them. Then suddenly, Mark's hand found his way onto Addison's, the heat from his body travelled through hers, she felt a tingle of excitment ran through her. Addison looked up, finding herself lost in Mark's eyes. Then slowly, he leaned foward, closer and closer to her. Addison leaned forward hesitantly, but closed her eyes as Mark dipped down with a kiss. Taken aback, Addison froze. But Mark lips moved, his tongue working to part her lips. Giving in, Addison's lips parted and she kissed him back. The moment of mistake turned into a moment of passion. Slowly, their bodies moved closer to each other, fingers ran up and down each other's bodies. As though by instinct, they made their way into the bedroom, lips still locked onto each other's hungrily.
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The lock to the front door clicked open, but they did not hear it. Derek's keys jingle for a moment as he laid them on the table and hung his coat on the hanger. He switched on the lights, frowned at the sight of uncleared chips and messy poker cards on the dining table. Addison had friends over? Where are they? he thought, picking up the glasses and headed to the kitchen. It isn't like her to leave things like this. Derek poured the remaining liquid into the sink. Then he froze, turning around slowly as he stared at the jacket on the floor. That's not Addy's. he thought, standing in front of the piece of garment. Looking up straight, he shook his head at the closed bedroom door. Must be a wild party. he thought, expecting Addison to be asleep, too exhausted to clean up completely before heading to bed. Derek stepped over the jacket and paused for a moment, suddenly finding it familiar. No. It couldn't be. he thought, knowing his best friend would tell him if he were to be coming over to his house. Shrugging off the feeling, Derek twisted the knob to his bedroom door and pushed it open.
"Derek!" Addison called out, pulling the bedsheet against her chest. Mark rolled off her and glance up in shock, sliding straight under the blankets. Derek stood there for a second, dumbfounded. "Derek..." she called out again, but stopped. She had no explanation to what she was doing, and why she was doing it. There is nothing she can say that will make sleeping with his best friend reasonable. Derek nodded quickly, tears brimmed his eyes. He locked his jaw and walked out of the bedroom, picked up his belongings and left.
"Oh god, oh god." Addison muttered, running a hand through her hair. "What have I done?"