My heart sinks a little, and my limbs feel heavy.
“Great! Dominant. Sexy. Love it. Keep going,” the photographer calls out
Yep, I officially want to puke.
The model moves her head up to his neck and kisses him seductively. My hands clench tightly as I gnaw on my bottom lip, almost to the point of pain. Her mouth moves across his cheek, and her lips meet the corner of his mouth. I flush a cold sweat, and it takes every ounce of strength not to scream the entire hotel down.
I scrunch my eyes tightly for only a moment to take a break, but then I hear Anna gasp. When I open them again, she is biting Colt’s bottom lip, and for fuck’s sake, he looks like he’s loving damn every second of it. My eyes widen as he runs his hand down her spine seductively to her ass, where he grips her butt cheek.
And with that, the wind has been knocked clean out of me, and I am drowning in a sea of jealousy and rage. Hot tears pool in my eyes.
“Dee, c’mon, you’ve seen enough,” Anna whispers in my ear, tugging at my hand to walk away with her, but I can’t move. I’m like a statue glued to the floor, watching my lover make out with another woman.
I know it’s not real.
I know he doesn’t care about her.
But my brain will not switch off.
This indecisiveness is mine to bear—I know it—but it doesn’t make it any less challenging to deal with. That’s when the tears break through the wall and flood my face as I watch him look at her with desire and lust.
The crazy train has entered the building without my permission, and I am taking an express ride to I-Am-An-Idiot Station.
And here it comes…
I can’t believe I told him I was in love with him.
And now he’s looking at her like that.
I pushed him into this.
I pushed him into the arms of another woman.
Now he’s milking it for all it’s worth.
Am I losing him?
Jesus! Fuck! The pain is unbearable.
A small sob escapes my mouth as the world comes crashing down around me. I feel dizzy as she straddles Colt and grinds her crotch into his groin, pinning him to the bed.
Seriously? There are sexy images, then there’s porn, and I know which category this rates in.
The bile creeps up, attempting to release all over the carpet, so I cover my mouth with my hand while his hands grip her arsecheeks tightly. My disgust is like a raging torrent of despair when she lets out a small moan.
“Okay, got it. Good work, Mr. Slade, very sexy,” the photographer encourages, and I watch as Colt picks the girl up by her waist and moves her off him. He looks at me, breathing hard as he furrows his brows and frowns while rearranging his damn cock.
Well, fuck me! He got hard.
The bulge in his jeans is unmistakable.
Scowling, I swipe the tears from my cheeks. I can’t believe Colt got his rocks off doing that. I huff in disgust and turn, walking away.
I am beyond furious.
“Dee… Dee, wait,” Colt calls out, but my blood is boiling.
It’s hyperthermal.
