She gasps, her eyes narrowing in anger, and I grin. On the outside, I am cool as a cucumber, but on the inside, my heart is racing so fast, I fear I might have a heart attack.
“I know how to keep my man happy, bitch, unlike you. You are fat and have sex like a corpse. Keith told me.”
I look at my short nails, acting bored, before replying, “You do know that corpses can’t have sex, right?”
“Oh, fuck off, Nell. You always were a pretentious cunt. You were an easy lay, and not a good one at that. That is why I stuck around, because you were there if I needed a hole to fuck.”
I keep my face neutral, but my insides are churning. His words hit hard, and I have to force any emotion down to not let them win.
A warm arm snakes around my body, making me jump. Keith’s eyes go wide, just as lips touch my ear.
“Go along with it,” the smooth like melted chocolate voice says at my ear.
I nod. His next words send a ripple of lust through me like a rough wave.
“Good girl.”
Greedy slut.
It has been months since I have been touched and yet a voice sends me into a wave of blossoming arousal.
I shiver, and the stranger chuckles.
“Baby, I love how you react to me.” He kisses the side of my head.
What in the sweet candy hearts was that?
I turn my head to look at the man and hold in a shocked gasp at how freaking handsome he is. Dark blond hair that curls naturally, bright green eyes, and a smile that makes knees go weak all over the world.
He winks. Then he looks to the couple in front of us.
“I do not believe we have met, but I have heard about you. Such a shame that my woman had to endure time with you. But I will thank you for leaving her to me, because damn, she knows how to leave me weak and sated in bed.”
His arm tightens around me, my body tingling from head to foot at his touch like the hussy it is.
“Who the fuck are you?” Keith snaps.
His girlfriend stares at the stranger like she wants to lick him from head to foot. I can’t blame her; he is fucking hot.
Her gaze makes me want to pick up my tray and beat her over the head with it. I mean, he ismysexy stranger, right?
“I am her man,” he says, because come on, he does not know my name or me his.
Fuck, this could go bad very quickly.
“She hasn’t mentioned that she was seeing anyone. Were you cheating on me this whole time?” Keith glares at me, and a laugh bubbles up, making him frown more.
The fucking cheek of this guy, accusing me of cheating when he was caught red-handed at work, with his pants down around his ankles.
My sexy stranger looks down at me and nods his head, telling me to explain.
“I was not the one who cheated, Keith. We met after the divorce. We had not been a couple for close to two years, but I was stupid enough to stick around thinking things might get better, when in fact you were sharing your puny dick with any woman stupid enough to open their legs for you.”
“Hey,” his girlfriend snaps, and I wave her off.
“Oh, shut it. You knew he was married, yet you still fucked him. You give sisterhood a bad name.”
“And on that note, I am going to take my woman back inside so she can share those wickedly good lips with me, that she took before waking me this morning.”
