The last one left, the leader, seems nervous now, his eyes wide. His golf club shakes in his hand.When Miles starts toward him, he immediately drops his club. “I’m sorry! I give up!”Miles huffs a sharp breath at him, unimpressed, then turns his back to walk toward me. Behind him, the leader bends
Miles holds my hand so tenderly that I want to push into him harder, just to feel him grasp at my skin again. How often I think of our night together. It invades my thoughts at every available moment. Whenever I’m alone, the memories flood through my mind on a loop, even after I satisfy myself.To b
“Excuse me?” I gasp, too stunned for more words.“There isn’t a chance in hell you legitimately earned that job, my slut of a wife,” Garnar says, spitting each word with vicious vitriol. “With that 10 year gap in your resume, I’m surprised they even hired you at the country club. All you really know
There’s voices in the background behind Miles. People chatting and laughing. He sounds like he’s at some kind of party. I didn’t mean to interrupt his evening.God, I’m the worst. Why am I even calling him? What do I hope to gain?“One minute, I can’t hear you,” Miles says. “Let me step out onto the
That bastard got me horny as hell and then hung up the phone on me!Leave my husband and be with him? Like everything is that easy!What an absolute asshole. Why in the world did I even think to call him? I should have known that he would behave this way, and that – Wait.Glancing at myself in the r
Cynthia doesn’t seem to agree. “Why, I’ll bet they even put you on broadcast before long.”“There’s no way they would put me in front of a camera,” I say. I’m no bombshell. No one’s going to click onto the news just to watch me.“There you go, selling yourself short, Esther,” Cynthia says. “I hate w
I go to work the next morning with a bit of a heavy heart.Mr. Carter and Paige are still gone for the weekend, I still have duties to attend at the country club. With my new job starting so soon, however, I feel it’s only right to print out my resignation letter and leave it on Mr. Carter’s desk fo
“I’ve heard that you started working at the country club,” my aunt says. Her smile may be fake but I can tell she’s genuinely trying to be kind to me. Bless her. Honestly. She’s always been in my corner. I wish we saw each other more often.“Yes, though –”“Under-utilizing your skills once again,” F