Buzz.

Antonia’s eyes popped open. She shifted her head to the side and searched for the vibration that startled her. The blue flash of Derek’s phone lit his crumpled jacket that he usually took care to drape over a chair. The phone continued to vibrate against the bed, reminding Antonia of her frustration with him. This damned device took his focus away from her. Antonia stared at the blue light that taunted her. Should I?

No. That’s an invasion of his privacy.

There wasn’t anything for her to check on anyway. He already told her he was concerned about work. He usually grew more tense when he was assigned a new project. Derek kept saying he was closer to making partner at the firm and a large part of that had to do with their wedding. Apparently his bosses needed to see some stability from him before making that final step. He was ecstatic when Antonia said yes. She thought they were sharing the same feelings of happiness, and Derek assured her that he was excited about marriage, but he had to add the comment about his career. She’d chosen to ignore her initial deflated feelings, instead focusing on their future.

But today, of all days, he was even more distant than usual. Regardless of the stress from his job, he seemed more muted. When the phone’s buzzing stopped, Antonia forcefully turned her head away to face the ceiling. Of all days. Derek was still showering. Antonia figured that she had plenty of time to sneak her hand in his jacket, slide the home-screen, and take a peek. Sneak, slide, and peek. Nothing to it. Antonia sat up on her elbows and stared at his jacket. She didn’t know what she expected to find. She certainly didn’t know what she would do if she found something suspicious. What would Augusta do?

“Fuck it,” she muttered, reaching for his phone. Before she knew it, his sleek iPhone was in her hand. The weight of it, and her actions, sat solidly in her palm as she quickly took her next step. Derek had no password, which made her strangely relieved. It wasn’t a good idea for his general security, but perhaps it meant that he wasn’t hiding something.

The alert on his home-screen read: Missed Call.

She slid the screen, revealing the notification. Naomi.

Antonia’s lips went numb. She licked them to make sure they were still attached to her face as her thumb paused above the screen. Who... She needed to dig deeper. Her mind was a flurry of beautiful models with hourglass figures and hair down to there. The name, Naomi, played on repeat in Antonia’s brain while she searched the call-log. An involuntary groan escaped her parched throat. The number of calls between the two were astounding. Most of them were missed, but they were plentiful. Before she could stop and think, Antonia pressed the text icon.

Naomi: I miss you

Derek: I miss being between your thighs

Naomi: When will you be alone?