Tiger
Tiger
Please
Tiger, please
He must have had his phone in his hand because the second I read the first message, three dots appeared on my screen.
A message popped up and I knew what it was going to say before I opened it.
Is your window open?
It was a gut punch. A stab wound. A direct hit that damaged my internal organs.
I didn’t think I could cry anymore. My eyes were swollen, bloodshot, and burning, and my lips were cracked open. I thought I’d cried myself out. I thought there was a limit to how many tears one person could produce.
I was wrong. Before I started typing my response, tears began falling again. This time, they were silent. They fell without me really noticing them. No longer a storm, soft rain now. Soft rain that set in.
I knew what I was doing. I knew what it was before I did it.
It was what happens when he’s your Romeo, but you’re no Juliet.
It was the end of our story.
The end of Romeo and me.
It wasn’t the ending I wanted, and it sure as shit wasn’t the ending I thought had been written in the stars. Itwas the truth though. The stark, ugly truth. It was the truth about life and love. Oaths can be broken. Vows and promises too.
They can be broken just as easily as hearts can.
My hands were unsteady, my phone heavy as I typed. My reply was short and concise. Two letters, not six.
No
I closed my eyes and hit send.
Then I went to the bathroom and threw up.
24
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love”
Now
I’m hiding in thebasement of our house. The builders have left for the day, and while I could feasibly go back to Romeo’s and lock myself in the guest room until Selby gets home, this feels safer. Better. I’m farther away from him here, and space is good. I need as much space from him as I can possibly get. I can’t be around him, that’s for damn fucking sure.
I spent all day at the lake by myself yesterday, came home as late as I could get away with without looking rude, and found myself the honored guest at a meal that was so drenched in sexual tension it was a battle to swallow my food. I just chewed and chewed. Kept chewing and trying to wash my food down with wine while simultaneously trying not to look directly at Romeo.
And every time I slipped up, every damn time, his eyes were on me. A searing blue gaze that stripped me naked.
No.
No, I can’t have a repeat of that, and I sure as hell can’t have a repeat of what happened the other night. Kissing a married man and forcing your cock in his mouth is unacceptable. It’s completely unacceptable. I have to keep it together and ensure it doesn’t happen again.
I mean, yeah, if Romeo is down for a dicking that does hold more than a little appeal to me. Not going to lie about that. But Lexi’s words ring in my ears, playing on repeat, “Men don’t leave their wives for their mistresses.”
She’s right. They don’t. It’s a well-known fact. I don’t even need to Google it. Everyone knows that.
