All Chapters of Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

She must have wanted a surprise girls’ night.She said nothing. I said nothing. Patrick slipped out of me. I felt his cum slipping from my pussy and down my thighs, the ultimate evidence of what we’d just done. Of what she’d seen. Of what she’d heard.She took a step backwards. Then she took another. It was like we were wild animals and she couldn’t turn her back on us because we were dangerous.Well, weren’t we?Her face was white, her eyes wide, her mouth open on a silent scream. It felt like an eternity as we stood there, us watching her, her staring at our naked and fucked bodies.Then she ran and disappeared, leaving behind the scene of betrayal as quickly as she came upon it. I was too frozen to go after her. I stared unseeingly at the empty doorway, wondering if it was all one big nightmare.Patrick pulled his boxers on and retrieved a broom and a mop. He shut the door and started sweeping and mopping up the floor. I watched the glass dance and listened to the sound it made as

Walking back into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Patrick sprawled out and fast asleep like a little kid, Rufus curled up on his chest. It was strange getting used to his vulnerable side, but I liked it. I was struck once more by how quickly everything had transformed. It was overwhelming, to be honest.I didn’t know what would happen with Patrick. He was moody, arrogant and a self-proclaimed narcissist. He had changed slightly, but he hadn’t changed that much. He could very likely break my own heart one day.Climbing into bed with him, smelling him and feeling his warm arm automatically wrap around me, I figured it was a risk I was more than willing to take.Thankfully the next day was a Saturday. Feeling and looking as I did, I would have had to call out from work. My eyes were glassy and puffy, and I’d had nightmares all night. I was exhausted, scared and devastated.Patrick woke up and smiled at me, and then his smile faded. I looked awful. “I’ll go get you

Sighing, I stood and put my shirt back on. I threw on some sweatpants and then quirked an eyebrow at Patrick who still lounged on my bed, thoroughly naked. “Are you going to sleep the day away, then?”He didn’t smile. His stare was intense and hypnotic. “It’s going to be okay, Nina. They’ll all forgive us. Just give it time.”My phone vibrated—I had a text. I had a good idea who it was from, and a glance at the screen didn’t prove me wrong.Chloe wrote, “Lunch at noon at the cafe around the corner.”I showed it to Patrick and he looked at it with confusion. “Well, I guess that’s good. At least she wants to talk, right?”I nodded silently, but I had a bad feeling about it. It was getting late so I started to get ready, not speaking another word to Patrick. He got up at some point and was waiting for me by the door when I walked over to go. He handed me my purse and pushed my hair back from my face. “I have to run over to my apartment for a little bit so I won’t be here when you get bac

We still hadn’t spoken. I didn’t know what to do. Since our last meeting went so poorly, it didn’t make sense to ask her to meet with me again. An e-mail felt insufficient. I rambled whenever I left her voicemails, hardly getting to the point. Text messages were totally out of the question.I called her every now and then, leaving her a trivial voicemail about how I ran into someone we used to go to school with, or about a sale going on at her favorite store. I wanted to show her how much I missed her, how important she was to me. I hoped to remind her the same about me, but who knew if that was true anymore.My mom sent me an e-mail, telling me she missed me and she didn’t want to be involved in the fight with Chloe. She said she was disappointed in my actions and that it was going to take a long time for her and Dad to get over it. She suggested it would be best if I didn’t come over for Sunday dinner. I thought it best, too. I was also sure Chloe would be over the house, and I didn

I dragged Patrick through the snow, clutching his gloved hand with my own. We were going to be late.“Are you sure we really have to be there?” he called from behind me.“Patrick!” A snowflake caught on my eyelash and I rubbed it away, likely smearing my mascara and eyeliner everywhere. “You are such a fucking devil.”“I’ll probably erupt into flames when we walk through the door.”“Probably,” I agreed. My boot stuck in a crack on the sidewalk and I nearly fell, but Patrick caught me just in time. “Thanks. Now maybe God will give you a minute before setting you on fire.”Patrick grinned and kissed me. I had to pull away after a minute.“Stop trying to distract me! We have to go.”We couldn’t be late for the wedding. Number one, I didn’t want to be late, and number two, I didn’t want to be a spectacle. People were already going to be watching for us. It had been a year, but we were still interesting specimens.It appeared Chloe could love again. She met Greg shortly after our whole ter