After the One night stand with the billionaire
a's
luggish movements. My shoulders sagged as if carrying bricks, and all I
stepped into my path, her brows arched in mo
ips into a tire
ome? Not even a quick stop at the grocery?" Her voice carried that lilt sh
. The grocery. Of cours
ost bearable. He was there when I lost my parents, steady and unshakable, offering comfort in every way he could. I loved him fiercely, with the kind of devotion that felt u
I lied. I knew Lizzy too well. If she knew I was going to the grocery store,
nodded and turned back inside
essed his number. The line clicked once
ruce. Leave a mes
"Hi, babe. I'm done with work for the day, so I'll stop by and
off and slid into my car. The engine coughed before catching, a h
stinging my tired eyes as I gathered what h
hummed, spilling a thin, pale glow across the steps. Switching off t
ngers curled around the cool metal, r
er side made my brea
was a
hat didn't
. baby..
or, low and breathless. My stomach clenched. The vo
another voice joined hers, deep
e fire..
voice belong
de my head even before
nails biting into my palms. My skin prickled, my pul
he sharp, wet rhythm
lf a minute, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. My knees l
silence, and the thin thread
were in such a hurry they had e
hought I knew colla
ead buried in the cushions. The sharp slap of skin meetin
mpered, his name b
though every thrust wrung pleasure from him he'd never found in me. His eyes
led in a rhythm that sho
idn't ev
t refusing to fall. My lungs were strangled
ed, louder than I intend
he color bled from his face, leaving him pale
t pillow, clutching it to her bare chest li
o l
hed skin, the raw heat between them, the
stop on my account," I said, my voice cool, though it t
who had just been poured cold water.
can I keep my emotions bottled in when the people
ng down my cheeks as they blurred my vision. Disappointment gnawed at my
cuses, pitiful apologies but they slid rig
ious beats. The front door slammed behi
the steering wheel. I screamed until my throat burned, every curse I knew spilling out bet
moved. It
Maybe he was calling my name. Maybe anoth
y foot on the gas. The tires shrieked against the pav
o
he streets blurred into dark ribbons, carrying me away from
lowed the sky. A lone streetlamp flickered over
etween shuttered shops, it
rf
ra I didn't care about, and walked inside. The smell
One beer," I said, voice h
ut tonight wasn't about being me-i
the counter. Then
alternating flashes. I let the missed calls and texts pile u
d sip. The bitterness slid down my throat, heav
again. I knew it wa
. something. A part of me still needed to hear him out. But what would he say
cked
alk?" His voice was low an
d me. "What could you
t's meet up
o draw blood. "You cheating bastard. I can't believe I
ra, p
issed. "I hope screwing my bes
ould poison the air. The phone clatt
o the bartender. "
wn in anything bu
h, masculine voice b
s a little much for a