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“Already?”
I answer with a claiming kiss, showing her my feelings by making sweet love to her again.
CHAPTERTHREE
SIMONE
Soft snores wake me from a deep sleep. It’s a comforting sound, a peaceful melody, but enough to bring me out of REM. I stir, burrowing into the warm body wrapped around me, settling against hard, bulky muscles.
I frown.
What the…?
Tentatively, I peel my eyes open, revealing the most gorgeous male torso with chiseled pecs and boxed abs.
At first I don’t know where I am, then it all comes flooding back like one big tidal wave of hard reality.
I let Chase fuck me.
No, it wasn’t fucking. It was…something deeper, something more than what I’ve experienced with anyone before.
I brave a peek at the face belonging to the sculpted body. Sure enough, Chase is sound asleep, with his heavy arms braided around my body.
Sweet mercy!
How the hell did I let this happen?
Yes, I’ve been crushing hard on Chase since I moved into headquarters, but I recently got out of a year-long relationship with a man I thought was my world.
Fucking Trent, my ex-boyfriend and finance co-worker, cheated on me with my boss.My fucking boss!
Agh!Every time that bilk pops into my head, I want to punch something. We were together a year, but we’d known each other since I started at the same community-based financial services company in Sacramento five years ago. We were friends, good friends, or so I thought.
When Trent showed an interest in me, it flattered me. He had all the ingredients of what I thought I wanted: intelligence, good looks, success. Charm dripped from his mouth, and I stupidly drank his Kool-Aid.
Our relationship moved quickly—a massive mistake in hindsight. There was talk of marriage, future children, and possibly starting our own financial firm. When he asked me to move in with him in his condo, I accepted excitedly, without hesitation. From our first date to domestic dwellers was less than four months. I moved too quickly into the relationship.
Everything was picture perfect. I had a successful accounting career, with an equally successful partner, living a charmed life at twenty-nine years old. But looks were deceiving.
Shortly after we moved in together, my boss, Cynthia Higgins, started bogging down my schedule with projects that had me in the air, flying all over the damn map more than I was at home with Trent. My absence made it easier for the two of them to hook up behind my back.
I got a flight home earlier than expected, intending to surprise Trent for his thirty-fifth birthday. Blowing away my bonus, I had a Giant Propel Advanced Disc racing bicycle scheduled to be delivered to our condo the same day I did. It was a ridiculous amount of money to drop on a birthday gift, but I loved the guy, and he loves biking.
Unfortunately, the surprise was on me when I walked into our home, finding his clothes mixed with those of a woman’s (not mine) askew all over the floor leading to our bedroom. I didn’t want to go into our bedroom, but I had to.
When I opened the door, my stomach dropped.
Trent was thrusting between Cynthia’s legs, both of them lost in each other.
I don’t know how long I stood in the doorway before they noticed, but once they spotted me, all hell broke loose. I screamed at both of them to get the fuck out, cried until my head felt like it might burst, and got physically sick.
I ran to the bathroom to escape them both, but Trent followed, his eyes welling with tears as he rubbed the back of his neck. He kept insisting it wasn’t what it looked like and begging me to forgive him. When he tried to comfort me, I dodged him. There was no way I’d let him touch me, not after finding him with her.
His pleas for clemency died the moment Cynthia demanded to be let in the bathroom to join the conversation. She seemed more annoyed than contrite, concerned with how this would affect our work relationship. Trent’s demeanor did a one-eighty in Cynthia’s presence. He began accusing me of being an unfit partner, saying it was my fault he was driven to find sexual gratification with another woman, since I was always working.
Heated, I screamed, “The bitch you’re fucking in our bed assigned me my workload, you dickhead!”
In the end, Trent left with Cynthia at her insistence, leaving me to deal with my turbulent emotions alone in a shattered mess. I never felt so worthless, tossed aside for another woman.
