Hugo holds me as the overwhelming emotions eat away at me for a while. I hold on, just as tightly, so that I don’t lose myself in the flood of feelings.“I’m sorry,” I say between the tears, knowing that I am making him uncomfortable just with my physical presence. More than once, I try to pull back
I should say no.Miles is an engaged man, and after Garnar cheated on me, I’d have to be a real hypocrite to try to mend fences with Miles and repair our sexual relationship.But what if that’s not what he’s asking for. All the message says is, Can we talk? That leaves everything to interpretation.
Then, wordlessly, she opens the door and steps aside to let me through it.Inside, I’m greeted by another guard, this time carrying a flashlight. “With me,” he says. He doesn’t wait as he turns around and starts walking the other direction. I hurry to follow him, not wanting to get left behind in an
After that, things are a blur. Miles’s hands are on my body and mine are on his.Only when he touches the bottom of my skirt as if to lift it up over my ass, to I remember myself, returning into my mind with a hard shock.I break the kiss at once, leaning back. “We can’t do this,” I say.He stills.
I should feel empowered by my decision, I suppose. Instead, I just feel cold and empty. I’m sure I did the right thing. I would never want to be the other woman in an affair, not even for Miles. Yet the empty shell carved out of my heart feels like it will never fully heal.At work, I move like a zo
“What’s the other way?” I ask her, almost afraid to find out.She grins at me. “You find a rebound.”“You don’t mean…?”“Go into my closet and pick a hot outfit, Esther. Tonight, we’re going to the club!”Given that our club outing after discovering what a cheater was, ended in a night of passion be
Something in the way Miles looks at me begs me to stay, even though every logical thought in my brain is telling me to run away and not look back. We can’t do this here, with Selena, bright and beautiful, sitting beside him.All the articles I’ve read, I thought hurt me. Seeing the two of them in th
Feeling embarrassed and abandoned, I push my way through the dance floor and return to Cynthia’s side.“I want to leave,” I tell her, my voice shaking. I’m instantly sober, but I still feel shaky. “I want to leave right now.”Cynthia, without question, flags down the bartender. “Check please.” To me