So much for getting the marriage annulled, Danielle. You just fucked the groom.
I scrub at my hair and body, cursing myself for succumbing to the charms of Blake James.
The day after I’d slept with his best friend, too.
“Stupid, stupid, shallow woman!” I curse myself, wishing I could rewind a few days and say “no fucking thank you” to Blake’s marriage offer.
I can only imagine my mother’s face if she knew I’d consummated the marriagetwice.
I groan as I step out of the shower, hurriedly drying my hair.
Now what happens?
We’re both adults; we have to agree to move on.
Exes fuck all of the time; we aren’t unusual in that respect.
Except I’d fucked Issac too.
Shame washes over me, and I cringe, applying my makeup as quickly as I can.
It’s fine.
I got drunk and fucked my husband.
If the last chapter left you looking around, that is normal.
Have a quiet browse throughLokepubwhen you want another book.
On paper, that sounds perfectly fine.
I open my wardrobe to find a host of office dresses and suits lined up for me, in every different color and style.
“Fuck,” I whistle, sifting through them.
I settle on a white shirt tucked into tight black trousers, my hair spilling over my shoulders. I complete the look with black animal print stilettos, also in my size.
Goodness.
Reaching into the drawers, I find accessories and purses galore.
I pick out a pair of diamond earrings, praying they aren’t real, and an oversized white purse.
I nod at myself in the mirror, wondering if you can tell I’ve been fucking all night long.
And this morning.
“Fuck off,” I hiss at my conscience, heading to my door.
It’s odd walking on the carpet in stilettos, but I make my way down the stairs to find Blake sipping a coffee, staring at me in stunned silence.
“Good morning,” I greet, helping myself to a mug of coffee.
“Good morning indeed.” His voice is sexy and hungover, the sort that whispers “rollover, baby” after a night out.
Like this morning.
Blake watches me, a smirk on his face. “So, are you going to pretend like nothing happened?”
