Tom at work

Tom was surprised to see his boss nervously sitting at his desk when he got to work. "So... Rich... Why do I have this honor?"

Richard looked up from his hands and at his best worker. "I hear you found out."

Tom grumbled, "Let me guess, Heather called you."

Richard nobs before continuing. "Well, it turns out having an affair with your best worker's wife lowers your social score."

Tom: "It would bother me if it didn’t."

Richard quickly realized that he couldn't joke his way out of this, so he fell into silence, waiting for Tom to make the next move.

Tom snapped. "So what now?"

Richard quickly "Before you talk about what's next, please hear me out. You don't know how many times I wanted to tell you or to call it off. But she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Tom stared him down, "That she is, but SHE WAS MY WIFE, and I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE YOUR BEST WORKER AND A FRIEND. I TRUSTED YOU!"

Richard nodded. "I know, which is why I put this together." He slid a folder across the table.

Tom opened the folder and read it. It was an offer for his company. He is offering his company a third of what it is valued at. It was a dream come true offer and one he would be an idiot to turn away. But if Richard thought that he would sell Tom his company at a bargain price and everything was forgiven, then he was even more stupid than Tom expected.

"You said that messing around with married women lowers your score; tell me, how low is the score they gave you?" Tom knew very well that he could just look at his watch and see what Richards's score was, but he wanted Richard to say it himself.

Richard blushed. "My SR is 76," Richard said.

Tom laughed. "It's funny how your score is higher than my wife's when it takes two to tango."

Tom looked at the contract that Richard had prepared; they both knew that he could **** him to sign over the company for free, and he was about ready to do that, but then he started to remember all the breaks this man gave him that could have gone to anyone else, all the years of mentorship and training that he gave him that he didn't have to do. But what pushed him over the edge was that the woman he didn't want to have feelings for but did have feelings for him. He hated it, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt her by leaving this man with nothing. So he said, "You know I could have **** you to sign over the company to me for free..... but I'm a reasonable man, and I think the price is right, so I will sign it." Tom took a pencil and signed the contract.

Richard looks up at Tom after he finishes singing, "I'll be honest, after having it eat away at me for so many years. That actually made me feel better."

Tom looks down at the piece of paper and mumbles, "Good for you because I still feel empty inside."

Richard looks the man in front of him in the eyes. “That I am truly sorry for. I don't know if it means anything to you, but even knowing all this happened, I would give anything to trade places with you. You got yourself one hell of a women. You don't know how many days I wished she was there at home waiting for me with her love, even if it meant she was cheating on me when I was gone.”

Tom grumbles, “That’s easy for you to say. You have never had to feel what it feels like to have her cheat on you.”

Richard snaps, “Yeah, that's true, but you have never felt what it feels like to give her everything you've got, just to have parts of her heart back because you're just a temporary fill-in for the man she loves. Or to watch her walk around town smiling on the man she actually loves arms. Or watching another man raise a child you know to be yours.”

Tom could see how much Richard had suffered, but it wasn't enough; he wanted him to suffer more; he wanted everyone involved to suffer more. But he also knew that this man held a spot in Heather’s heart, and for some reason, her couldn't shake his feelings for her. As a result, he just couldn't bring himself to make him suffer more than he already was, despite how much you wanted to.

Tom mumbled, “Go enjoy your Golden parachute, and for both our shakes, I don't want to see you around anymore.”

Richard stands up from his desk and nods before silently walking out the door and out of Tom’s life.

With Richard gone, Tom’s settled into his new chair for the workday. For a company that just changed ownership, the day went oddly smoothly, considering every last one of their employees got that social rank yesterday. It was a huge advantage that the company's managers had the highest social rank among all employees (with Tom having the highest by at least five points). So, they were able to order their employees not to allow the social rank system to interfere with their work. It also helps that Richard only ever interacted with the managers, so other than the five (now four managers), none of the other hundred-plus employees even noticed the company changed hands. Tom was able to go about his day without a signal hiccup, which was almost as big of a surprise for Tom as yesterday was. As anyone who has ever worked with a construction contracting company before, their employees tend to be high-functioning alcoholics. It was rare to have a day this smooth without an HR complaint or a major safety violation; in fact, the only reason it was probable this smooth was because of the social rank system.

For the first day in a long time, Tom was able to leave work without a headache and a smile on his face. After everything that had happened, he was oddly happier approaching his house door than most days.

Seeing Heather kneeling in the doorway, wearing see-through purple lingerie, and holding a cake that said 'Congratulations' only made it better.

Five weeks later, Emma was the first to show signs of morning sickens as she was cursing Tom's name over a toilet bowl, not just because she wasn't feeling good at the moment but also because the idea of what was growing inside her still made her sick to her stomach.

It was much harder to get Heather pregnant due to her being older. First, Emma hated everything about being pregnant with Tom's child, but she slowly started to realize that the more her pregnancy showed, the less Tom called on her. As a result, in order to not be called to pleasure the cock of the man she had once thought was her father, she made sure to always wear clothes that should have been worn during her pregnancy.

Tom didn't call on her less because he thought she didn't look good; in fact, he found her pregnant belly and the idea of what it meant sexy as hell; it just that something about her pregnant belly made him start feeling emotionally attached to Emma again. And the more he felt for her, the less he could **** himself on her.

At first, Heather hated the idea of another woman, especially her daughter, being pregnant with the man she considered to be her husband's child, but as she started noticing the way Tom treated Emma and how it was almost like she was his family again, she began to love the idea.

Emma was nearly six months along before her mother showed any signs of being pregnant herself. Having given birth once before, Heather knew she was pregnant long before anyone else, but she knew it was in her best interest to find a big, grandeur of telling Tom.

It took her some time, but she planned out the perfect way of telling Tom.

Heather decided to reveal her pregnancy to Tom in a way that would excite and entice him. She waited until he came home from work one evening, greeting him at the door with her in perfectly done makeup and hair while wearing only a silk robe.

"I have a surprise for you," she purred, leading him to the dinning room. Once inside Heather stood next his chair and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall open to reveal

her naked body. She guided Tom's hand to her stomach, which had the slightest curve to it.

"Can you feel it?" she whispered. "Your baby is growing inside me."

Tom's eyes widened as he caressed her belly. "Mine baby?" he asked in awe.

Heather nodded, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Yes your baby. I am pregnant. And I want to celebrate with the man that made me so."

Excitement overcame Tom as he gently pushes her back onto the kitchen table sliding his dinner out of the way.

Tom's hands roamed over Heather's body as he kissed her passionately, overcome with desire and joy at the news. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest, savoring every inch of her. Heather moaned softly, arching her back as Tom's lips found her breasts.

"I can’t believe your finally going to have my baby," Tom murmured against her skin. "I am going to love it so much."

Heather ran her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer. "Show me how much," she purred.

Tom didn't need to be told twice. He swiftly undid his belt and pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. With one smooth motion, he entered Heather, both of them gasping at the sensation.

They moved together urgently, the table creaking beneath them. Tom's hands gripped Heather's hips as he drove into her again. Neither of them wanted to admit it but Tom made love to her on that table that night, while Emma hid in her room listening to what they where doing in disgusts.

Three months later, Emma gave birth to a little baby girl. While Tom was overly happy, Emma felt nothing but fear as she looked into her daughter's eyes. Being pregnant with her was her getaway from Tom's sexual desire card, and now that she wasn't, she was afraid that she would lose all the rights that she had gained over the last few months. She fully expected him to order her to fuck him the moment they brought the baby and her home. But to her surprise and elation, he didn't. But she still didn't let her guard down as in the back of her mind, she told herself, 'It must not be safe for me to have sex yet, so that is why he is waiting.'

She grew to love everything about her baby girl despite its origins. Even though she still believed she was too young to have a child, something inside her made her want to be the best mother for her daughter that she could be. She was even amazed at how great a father Tom was to her daughter, although she made sure to always observe his time with her from a distance out of fear that spending time around him would cause him to call on her.

Six more months passed, and Heather gave birth to a baby boy while Tom still didn't call on her, so she told herself, 'It must take a year before it's safe to have sex after giving birth.'

However, a month later, she walks out of her bedroom after putting her daughter down for a nap to see her mother and Tom having sex on the sofa, sending her world into a spiral. 'If it safe for her to have sex, then it must be safe for me, so why hasn't he?'