My eye twitched. Maybe my act is too obvious. Does he know I’m faking? But he was into it earlier–if that call hadn’t interrupted, we might’ve… you know.
“Uh… baby, I’ll stay outta your way. Cook your thing!” [
I bolt from the kitchen. Out of his line of sight, my heart stops racing. [
Bored, I check my phone. Days have passed, no calls. Kinda numb, like I expected it. []
In the VIP room, Vance lowers his phone. “Shane’s got a girl?” someone asks.
“Yep.” Vance frowns at his screen. [
“When?” Chad asks.
Everyone shrugs–no one heard. If Shane married, they’d have gotten invites. So maybe it’s just a fling. I
Chad brushes it off: “Just call somebody else.”
But Vance stares at his phone, silent.
“Yo, what’s up?” a buddy kicks him.
Vance looks at Chad: “That woman’s voice… sounded familiar.” []
Like Joanna’s. But he doesn’t say it.
“Seriously? You know her?”
Chad scoffs: “She’s a toy. Who cares?”
Vance nods. Yeah, just a toy. []
I thought Shane brought me to his house to… well, hook up. I want him, and I can tell he another room.
Wank
- me.
But
first night, he says I need to rest and sleeps in
He even locks his door.
For a month, I’ve been ogling his waist, imagining the V–line and abs under his shirt, drooling over those hungry looks.
It’s been ages since… you know. []
I used to be all about marriage, but after Chad cheated–pretending to forget me just to bang his secretary–why should I play saint?]
Every make–out with Shane cranks up the heat, but he always stops. []
I see him fighting to hold back, then he’ll fix my bra, pat my head, and lock himself in his room. []
I know he takes cold showers–can smell the ice on him when he comes out. He must still see Chad as a good friend. []
But I need payback.]
The longer this drags, the clearer Chad’s “amnesia” looks.
I need to seal the deal fast. []
Where else will I find a guy this hot? If I’m cheating, it better be with someone way out of Chad’s league–let him choke on jealousy! [
While Shane’s at work, I’m stuck in the house, scrolling on my phone.
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A text pops up: [
[Ms. Jones, can we talk?]
I recognize the number. Nausea and rage flare up. I know what she wants.
[Sure.]
When she sends the meet–up details, I shoot a text to Shane on my way out.[]
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