“The way you just came all over my cock says otherwise,” he scoffs.
My eyes volley between them, watching their expressions carefully for the moment where I can–, “There it is,” I yell, snapping my fingers and then pointing a singular, stern finger at them both. “That right there. You can both use your past trauma all you want, but the look you just gave each other, was adoration. Not hate. It’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention, but I know you both well enough. You can’t hide it from me. You still love each other.”
Their eyes are laser-focused on me, but they’re clearly too stunned to speak. That or they know I’m fucking right. Apparently, I do my best work while bleeding on a toilet after an intense three-way edging in a kink club.That’s so fucking specific Demi. Don’t make this weird.
“I realize we have no boundaries anymore, but I would like to request to insert my tampon and wipe in peace… please.” My lips pull into a cheesy grin as I wait patiently for them to process my request. Then they turn and leave the room.
Hayes’ ceiling has four-hundred-twenty-three grains of wood. At least that's what I think they’re called. Pores? Stretch marks?How the fuck am I supposed to know? It’s not like I’m a woodologist or anything. I have a feeling that’s not right either. Who the fuck has wood ceilings anyway? His entire place is wood themed, from the floors to the ceilings to the counters. It’s honestly not the aesthetic I would have guessed his bougie ass would be into, yet here we are.
More like here I am… sandwiched between Raegan and Hayes, while they snooze. Apparently, I got the rest I needed, because sleep refuses to find me now. I offered to go home, but they both went hard on their stance of ‘you need more rest and we’re going to take care of you’.
I’d roll my eyes at them if I could. But Ican’tbecause they’re sleeping and it wouldn’t have the same effect.
I puff out my cheeks and release a heavy huff of air.
All joking aside, I’m happy they seem to have finally made some progress, though.
She still carries a pained expression, but now… it looks less like anger and resembles something more along the lines of anguish. And if Raegan legitimately still hated him, she wouldn’t have fucked him. I know her at least well enough to knowthat.
I don’t know how they got past even a little bit of their issues, but I have a feeling Hayes hasn’t told her about his past and why he ran. If he had, we’d still be talking about it. Raegan’s inner therapist is incapable of letting parental trauma go.
Another thing I know from experience after all she did to help me with mine.
She helped me heal from my trauma and now I have to let her help Hayes heal from his. It’s more confirmation that I need to go home. Leave them to work their shit out so they can tear up those fucking divorce papers and get the happy ever after they’ve waited twenty years for.
I turn my head, back and forth, taking in both of their sleeping, peaceful forms. How the fuck did I get here? I was so angry with her for breaking my heart, but now… I just want her to hold me and keep me forever. And him… he was just a one-night-stand turned best fucking friend and I’d give anything to hear him call me ‘little pixie’ or ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life.
I’m in love with two beautiful people and I have to let thembothgo. I’m a walking, talking tragedy.
I know what I have to do, but I won’t leave either of them like this in the middle of the night. Instead, I’ll lay here and not sleep… and pretend for just a few more hours that I have everything I want right here in this bed.
31
Raegan
Ibite my lip as my thumbs tap against the steering wheel along with the melody of a song I’m not familiar with. This has to be the longest red light ever. Actually, I’m sure it’s a perfectly reasonable length for a red light, and it’s more likely the heavy awkwardness filling the car that has me feeling like time has slowed to a turtle’s pace.
It doesn’t help that I’m not even driving my own car. Yep. I’m driving Hayes’ whatever-the-fuck-expensive as hell car. I’ve seen Gravity and it’s obviously doing well, but this tells me he has more money than he knows what to do with. I can’t deny it’s comfy, though.
Then there’s the matter of the silent girl in the passenger seat, staring out the window like she lost something.
He had some calls to make and things to do at home, but wanted to give Demetria and I time to talk… without him. Except, her car is at the club and like the neanderthal he is, he refused to let either of us get a ride share. After a minor stand still, we all eventually agreed that I would drive his car and take her to hers at the club and then she’d drop me off at the hotel. Apparently, Hayes is going to get a ride from his best friend later.
The light finally turns green and I make the final turn before we’re at our destination. Fear suddenly starts to creep in that she legitimately hates me, even after all that’s happened.
All that’s happened.I’m not even sure how to process any of it.
I came to Chicago to sign divorce papers and just the other day, I called my assistant and had her cancel all my appointments until further notice.
This was supposed to be a relatively easy, quick trip, but I’ve quickly become entangled with myhusbandand my ex-girlfriend.
I engaged in a very intense co-topping scene with them and also fucked my husband for the first time in twenty years. I can blame the scene at Gravity on Demetria and her little whimpered begging that I’ve always found impossible to say no to. But riding Hayes’ cock like it owed me twenty years of orgasms. That’s all on me. I don’t know what came over me.
I didn’t think it through and I definitely don’t have a clue what it means.
When I woke up against his chest, with him still inside of me… I didn’t regret it. But it doesn’t take away or make up for what he did.
I’m not sure anything can.
