The rage I’ve been repressing since talking to Rachel on the phone comes bursting out of me, and before I really know what I’m doing, I’m opening the door to Miles’s office and stepping inside. I realize only after I closed the door that I didn’t knock. The rudeness of it makes me freeze. Miles
Miles presses his lips hard together but doesn’t argue. “I’ll have my phone on me. Call if you need me, and I will be there.” I believe him. That helps give me strength, as later, I race through the city streets back to our sleepy suburban neighborhood. I drive straight by my own house, going deep
I drive as quickly and safely back to the house and then usher the girls inside. They are startled by my panic, I can tell. Iris keeps asking me what’s wrong. Violet watches me like she wants to cry. For their sake, I try to calm myself down, but it’s difficult. Every time I blink, I’m back in tha
“Of course your Dad will protect you,” I tell Violet. What else can I say? Little girls should expect their fathers to defend them. I will simply have to have a proper talk with Garnar, then everything will be fine. “Why don’t I make dinner,” I say. “What are we having?” Iris asks. And for a whi
At my husband's promotion party to CEO, I accidentally saw my sister Thea's leg rubbing suggestively against his suit pants. She was in a mini skirt with sheer black stockings showing off her slim legs. Ane me? As a 34-year-old stay-at-home mom, I was stuck in a conservative, oversized coat to a
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Every inch of my skin touching his warms pleasantly, and so do my cheeks, once I realize how long I’ve been staring. I push against this man’s rock-hard chest, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. “Let me go,” I say once, and then again louder, to be heard over the p
Miles complies at once. Crashing our lips together, he easily coaxes my mouth open and licks his tongue inside. He hobbles over to the bed, then slowly lowers me down onto it, all without breaking our kiss. We come up for air a moment, and use that time to reposition ourselves. I elbow my way up t
“Tell me everything,” Cynthia says as she bursts like a whirlwind through my front door. Garnar left for work with zero explanation about his reasoning for neither of us to go to Father’s golf event. I was so annoyed, that I needed someone to vent to. Two minutes into a phone conversation, Cynthia