Relax

Erica

"Thank you." I nodded and took the ticket before walking to the door.

Mitch walked out, looking like the devil himself. His black suit was pressed perfectly, and fit him like a glove. I had no doubt that every woman in the room behind him had eye-fucked him twenty times. He was beautiful and would make some woman very happy one day, but that woman wasn't me. I was completely sold out to a blond-haired goof that reminded me of the frat boys from my past that I would turn away instantly.

Matt had every part of me. There was nothing else left to give to anyone or anything.

"You look beautiful." Mitch reached out and took my hand before leaning in and kissing my cheek. "Thanks for coming."

"I didn't have a choice." I slipped my arm into his as he offered it. I wanted to find some middle ground where I could be cordial with the asshole, but he was threatening to destroy everything that mattered to me.

"You always have a choice." He glanced down at me, his eyes filled with needy lust.