007. Cheat
What Goes Around
James Wilson looked down at where his hands were gripping the balustrade of the balcony outside his office so tightly his knuckles were white. He gave a single bitter, mirthless laugh and his hands tightened even further, to the point where he could almost hear the bones grinding together.
Somewhere out there his ex-wives were laughing their arses off.
Four months. He and House had been lovers for four months and for once Wilson had not felt the need to stray, he hadn't looked, hadn't been tempted. For four months he'd been happy.
But three days ago, Stacy had returned. Minus her husband, divorced, for reasons he hadn't been interested in knowing.
And yesterday…yesterday she'd crooked her finger at House and he'd gone running, disappearing for the rest of the day and finally returning to the hospital late in the evening when his team called him in. Wilson had gone home…to the home he shared with House…to find it empty but with the scent of Stacy's perfume lingering on the pillows of their bed.
Oh yes…somewhere out there his ex-wives were laughing at him…