I spent the rest of the evening distracting Brian with details of my tryst with Ben. And later, as I struggled to memorize my lines, I foundmyselfdistracted by the memories of that night.
Seeking relief, I took matters into my own hands. But my vibrator only left me disappointed, my orgasm underwhelming in comparison to sex with Ben.
There was no denying that I wanted to see him again, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy on him.
I wanted to make him sweat a little. Make him work for it.
Karma
Iwonderedwhatitwas like to never have to worry. To know your family had your back. I had never had that. All my father had ever given me were bruises and psychological trauma.
His angry voice still haunted me in my nightmares, even with a thousand miles and 6 feet of dirt between us. Leave it to him to find a way to torment me from the grave, miserable old drunk.
It must be nice to be handed everything in life because your daddy produced some of the best Broadway productions in the business.She rode on daddy’s coattails and wielded his notoriety as a sword to be used against everyone.
I detested that conniving little bitch, walking around rehearsals like she owned the place, making snide comments about everyone, threatening people’s jobs.
Where was her comeuppance? Where was the Justice?
I used to look at things with rose-colored glasses, believing that we lived in a world where everyone would eventually get what was coming to them, the way my father had. But reality was grim, never turning out quite the way I hoped. Life wasn't fair, and sometimes karma needed a little nudge.
This Fucking Woman
Ben
Ben: You know, I can be very persistent.
Ben: You haven’t even given me a straight answer yet. I just assume that means you want me to try harder. Should I play Marvin Gaye on my boombox right outside your window?
Eve: I’m not opposed to watching you make a fool of yourself. :D
Ben: You playing hard to get only makes me want you more.
Eve: I’m well aware. ;)
Thatwoman...Ichuckledto myself. I’d given her space at the post-wedding breakfast, not wanting to seem pathetic following her around like a lost puppy.
I’d hoped after giving it a few days she would take me up on my offer, but I couldn’t resist sending her a few texts to let her know I was serious about seeing her again.
I flung open the door to Jack’s office, and he looked up from his computer screen.
“Did you forget how to knock?”
“Nope. You knew I was coming, so why would I knock? Are you ready?” Jack and I had planned to go to our favorite dive bar after work tonight.
“Let me finish this up real quick. The girls won’t be there yet.”
“All you think about is work.” I perked up as the rest of what he said sank in. “Wait. Girls?”
Jack rubbed his chin with a smirk. “Yeah. My wife will be there.”
“You said ‘girls,’ plural.”
“You’re hopeless,” he said with a chuckle. “Eve’s coming too.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d expected dinner and drinks with Jack. Not this, which was practically a double date. Had Jack and Olivia planned this? Did they know what happened after their wedding?
“Did Eve tell Liv anything?” I asked, wishing I’d checked my hair in the mirror when I’d used the bathroom earlier.
