Julian’s face was drained of color.
It happened right in front of everyone. Like the truth reached the room before he could stop it.
This damn b***h! When did she learn to run her mouth like this? He wondered. More he saw Autumn, more she felt foreign.
Autumn’s words worked like fire thrown into dry wood.
The kitchen shifted.
The whispers turned, twisted, sharpened.
“Did you hear that?” Someone spoke up.
“He slept with his boss?” Another question rose.
“On her bed?” Someone added.
“So that’s how he climbed up.” And a conclusion was drawn.
"That's not true." Julian protested but his voice was barely audible. In the other hand, the whispers only grew stronger.
“So he's ike a kept man?”
“Looks like it. He needed a sugar mama to get ahead?”
A short, bitter laugh followed.
“How sh
