Iwill notcry in front of him.
He stares at me like he wants to say something but won’t allow himself to.
Instead, his eyes glaze over with the cool professionalism I see him use all the time when he’s working. He stands there in just his suit pants with his broad chest, lightly touched by silky dark hair, on show. The chest that was heaving with exertion as he fucked me minutes ago. The chest that was grinding out husky praises and delivering groaned rasps of my name as he told me how good I felt, how much he desired me.
All lies to get what he wanted.
Warm wetness trickles down my inner thigh and I gulp down a sob.
He clears his throat.
“Cliff will take you home.”
“Monumental fucking prick!” Ashley hisses.
“Can we talk about something else please?”
I wipe the counter, preparing for the early morning rush. I arrived ten minutes ago. Ashley took one look at my face and asked me what was wrong, and it all came pouring out.
How Sullivan made me feel so sexy. How he hummed my song as he made me come, like he’d been listening…noticing.
How he spouted off lie after lie to make me believe he actually felt something, before callously throwing me out. I would never have done it if I’d known he just wanted a one-night stand.
I’m not stupid, I didn’t expect a proposal or anything. But I didn’t expect to be leaving before I could even use the bathroom to clean away the mess he’d left behind.
I swallow around the thick lump in my throat. No one’s ever come inside me before. And I gave that first to Sullivan Beaufort, like a pathetic idiot. All because I was caught up in the moment and he was looking at me like I was…like it meantsomething.
Everything felt so real.
I’m so stupid.
“He’s early today. Let’s pray it’s his conscience keeping him up all night. Bastard,” Ashley snarls as the familiar black town car pulls up outside.
My stomach’s in my feet as Cliff exits and holds the rear door open. Sullivan appears, all black suit, crisp white shirt, and dark hair shining in the morning light. He’s a devil in disguise. All those harsh edges clothed in the finest fabrics, looking like a wet dream. But I’ve seen beneath the flashy exterior now. And nothing about it is pretty.
Sullivan’s cool blue eyes pierce through the glass window and across the room like he’s only inches away. I stare back, unable to breathe as he locks eyes with me.
“If the jerk comes in here, he better be prepared,” Ashley says.
He strides toward the door like he’s on a mission, his eyes penetrating mine and rendering me unable to move. I suck in a deep breath, preparing to give him hell. Fighting the memory of those eyes holding mine as he towered over me and mademe come harder than I ever have. Those same eyes that flared with molten desire as he came inside me, filling me so deeply that I still have part of him inside me now.
I hate him.
Stepping forward, I curl my hands into fists against the countertop. But Sullivan’s gaze breaks away and he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket and looks at the screen.
Then he pivots, storming toward next door without looking back.
“Oh no, he didn’t! He doesn’t get to ignore you.” Ashley tugs the cloth from my hand that I’ve got in a death grip. “Go tell that asshole you aren’t going to be treated like this.”
“I will,” I agree, my resolve strengthening.
I’ve thought about nothing else since Cliff took me home last night. I can’t work for Sullivan anymore. Not after what happened. And as angry as I am at him for how he’s made me feel, I’m angriest for Molly. For how he’s let his own selfish actions affect her. She’s the one who will suffer most in all of this. She isn’t going to understand why I suddenly stopped coming over.
The thought hurts me more than anything Sullivan can possibly do to me.
I rip my apron off and toss it on the counter.
“I won’t be long.”
