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"There are a lot of photos of you and your mom on social media."
More tears escape me. I sniffle.Of course there are.
He states, "I'm coming over."
I blurt out, "No, don't. I mean it. I need to be by myself right now."
The moment I say it, I regret it, but as much as I want him, I can't seem to tell him to come over.
Minutes of silence pass. He finally concedes. "Okay, but I'm here if you need me."
Need him.
My heart hurts more than anything about how much I need him. But instead of telling him how much, I repeat, "Don't come. I'll be fine." I hang up.
I sob until I fall asleep for a few hours. When I wake up, it's late in the evening and dark out. My phone vibrates. I glance at the screen.
Colton: Get dressed in your sexiest attire, superstar.
Me: I don't feel like going anywhere. I'm in for the night.
Colton: I know what you need, so get ready. I'm not taking no for an answer. Those photos were pretty harsh.
I squeeze my eyes shut, just imagining what's out there. I start to type an objection, then freeze.
Another message pops up.
Colton: We're going to Club Indulgence.
My pulse skyrockets. Nothing has ever felt more right than submitting to Riggs right now, but he's not going to be there.
Me: I can't. Riggs would kill me, and I'm not interested in anyone else.
Colton: I didn't say anything about you doing anything with anyone else. Come with me. I'll show you the entire club. It'll make you feel better.
My heart pounds harder as I debate about what to do.
Colton: I'll be there in an hour. And I'm not taking no for an answer.
I decide there's no point in fighting him and take a shower. I debate about what to wear, then put on the collar Riggs gave me for our wedding night, a silver thong, slip dress, and matching stilettos. I wrap a trench coat around me to be safe.
When Colton arrives, I give myself a final glance. I pick my phone up, ready to cave, but stop before I text Riggs to meet me at the club.
I decided that maybe Colton is right and being in the atmosphere of Club Indulgence will help my mood.
I hesitate once more about texting Riggs, then decide it's best to leave my phone at home.
There's no way I'll be able to be there and not beg him to come find me.
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Riggs
Frustration engulfs me at an all-time high.
Why wouldn't she sign the forms?
How could I have let her leave my office without making things right between us?
