Paige: What we’re doing? Do you mean that we’ve been fucking each other’s brains out for the last two years? I seriously doubt it. Millie is as oblivious as she isuptight.
Allister: Are you sure? I can’t mess this up. If she finds out and calls off the wedding, I’m ruined. I’ll lose everything.
Paige: My pussy is worth the risk, baby. Now come over here and fill it before we have to go sit through another boring family dinner.
Allister: Why can’t I say no to you?
Paige: Because you’re obsessed with fucking me. Now get over here before I change my mind about wanting to walk into that restaurant tonight with your cum soaking my panties.
Allister: On my way.
Heart pounding in my chest, I hit the reply button and type out three simple words.
Who are you?
Hitting send, I become even more confused when my email is bounced back to me as undeliverable.
Whoever sent me the messages between Allister and Paige almost immediately deactivated their email account.
Closing my laptop, I stare into middle space, heart hammering in my chest while it all buzzes around my head like a swarm of angry bees. Everything they’ve ever said about me. Thought about me.
Millie the boring.
Millie the prude.
Millie the logical.
Millie the doormat.
I’ve never rocked the boat. Always been the good girl. Done the right thing.
The sane thing.
Thesafething.
Right now, I don’t want to do the safe thing and I sure as hell don’t feel sane.
I want to burn it down.
All of it.
Every building.
Every bridge.
So, are you, Millie?
Areyou going to let them get away with this?
No.
No, I’m not.
SEVEN
When my phone rattles in the cup holderof the treadmill I’m on, I don’t reach for it. Don’t even look at it. I just bump the incline up from a seven to a twelve and keep running.
It’s been a shitty week. Fuck, if I’m being honest, it’s been a shittymonth,and it just keeps getting shittier by the day. The gym is the only place I’m able to clear my head. Stop thinking about shit and let it all go. I’m almost finished anyway. I’ve already done legs and back. The treadmill is just a finisher.
