CHAPTER SEVEN
GRACIE-MAY
I was going to hell!
I was going to hell on a one-way ticket for entertaining the filthy thoughts rolling through my mind, thoughts of what I wanted to do to Kaden James.
I was a married woman and was breaking so many vows, rules, codes and just moral shit.
My compass was off course and was pointing straight at Kaden’s crotch, he was all I could think about now. The way his thick length hardened against my body. The sexual arousal in his eyes when he gazed at me beneath hooded lids, eyes dripping with sinful lust.
I was falling hard for this man and I couldn’t stop myself. Or was I falling for the promise of what he could give?
I knew caring for him, nursing him, clouded my mind, affected my judgement. His lips when we kissed, the gravelly sound of his voice send bolts of want straight to my core.
My cheeks flushed at the thought of what his hands could do to me.
Oh man. His mind practically made love to me with just one look from his stormy grey eyes.
I was on a rollercoaster ride of pure intimate fuckery with this man and his gaze.
My fingers touched the heat of my cheeks as I walked down the footpath. Turning onto my street, annoyance at the thought of having to go to that house, rippled over me instantly. It had already been a long, draining day. My body ached and my neck throbbed in pain from the gash.
My feet protested with every step. I hoped to get home and fall straight into bed, sleep until my next shift.
From the number of cars and the thump, thump of music screaming from my house, sleep was not going to happen. My neighbours were standing in the street yelling at Ben as he pissed on the grass. He screamed abuse back at them while swigging from a whiskey bottle in his hand. How had a man so perfect become such a mess? How had a man who’d stolen my heart, shattered it in such a way that now when I looked at him, I didn’t look with pride, I looked with disgust!
“Gracie-May!” My head snapped up on hearing my neighbour shout.
Shame washed over me, my neck bit out in pain caused by the sudden movement which pulled tight on the skin.
I saw the look of anger, annoyance and pure hate on their faces. Their eyes burned into mine, my cheeks flamed poker hot red. I clenched my fists. Would this man ever stop humiliating me, shattering my dignity and pride with each drunken fuck up?
“We have been putting up with this for over three hours now, enough is enough.”
They yelled at me to get above the roar of the partying taking place at my house. Their stares were sharp and annoyed. I understood how they felt, anger also radiated off me.
“I’m so sorry.” My apology was genuine. “I will quieten it down.”
So much for being alone tonight.
All I’d wanted was to be alone with my thoughts, to analyse the thousand questions running around inside the walls of my head.
Ben looked my way, swaying into a woman I had seen at a biker bar I’d picked him up at in town. Her boob had fallen from her loose fitting black singlet and her scarlet red lipstick was smeared over her face, it was also smeared over Ben’s. I shook my head, why must he behave this way on our front lawn in front of our neighbours?
Numerous bikers and whores stood making out.
Anger, embarrassment and shame slammed into my chest, taking my breath away.
Stepping off the lawn and onto the path, Ben stumbled forward with the….hmmm what you would call her….trash on his arm?
“The bitch returns.” He swayed as he spat out the violent words. “Look at this boys, my bitch is home.”
His head dropped back in laughter, showing his beer and cigarette stained teeth.
I shuddered.
He turned back to the whore who was plastered against him. “She’s my bitch, but you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, sweetheart.”
