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“It is, that is sweet, Denton. We can get together with them another time. Okay, see you later, babe.”

“Sure thing.” I end the call and dial Brianna, she doesn’t pick up.

Me: I fucked up. I’m sorry. I was wrong.

She doesn’t reply, and I spend the rest of the day at the office, trying and failing to lose myself in my work.

I know she’s probably staying over at the hotel, which would explain the room. So I sent a text to her again.

Me: Just tell me you’re okay.

Bre: You can’t just text me whenever you feel like, Denton. What if I was home?

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Me: I know you’re not. You didn’t answer my question.

Bre: What do you think? I just fucked my best friend's husband.

Me: I am sorry.

Bre: We should both be sorry. It’s wrong.

Me: Hey…

Bre: What?

Me: Was it good, though?”I laugh, even though I shouldn’t. And I know that she’s upset about it.

Bre: Average at best. Stop texting.I smile wider, glad she sounds alright.

Me: Okay. You sure you don’t need me to come back there. I’m still at the office.

Bre: I need to be alone.

I sit through dinner and listen to everything Justin and Savanna tell me about their day. He got an A on a science test, and she managed to get an offer on a house she’s been trying to sell for months. I hate that I don’t feel as bad as I should.

Later that night, when I’m in the shower, washing off remnants of the day, washing off Bre, I can’t help but turn hard in my hands. The way she looked, the sweet scent of her arousal, the way she felt around me. God, the sounds she made as I fucked her. I hate myself for how aroused I am.

I hear the shower door open, and Savanna enters. Her warm body wraps around mine, her hands lowering to an erection she will claim as hers. I turn around, and she drops to her knees, taking me into her hot mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucks me off. I hold her head, guiding her, my cock hitting the back of her throat. I throw my head back, and all I see is Bre.

“Stand,” I instruct, and Savanna does as she’s told. “Bend for me.”

She bends over, and I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet and needy. She must be happy about my plans for the weekend, which is actually happening thanks to my PA. I thrust into her a few times, replacing my fingers with my cock. I pound into her hard, and she moans in pleasure, pushing back to meet my rhythm.

“Fuck, babe, yeah,” I growl as my movements quicken.

“Aah, Denton, oh fuck, I’m coming.” I plunge into her a few more times and pull out, spraying her ass with my cum. She stands. We’re both out of breath. She kisses me, and I lather her with soap under the spray, feeling like shit all over again. I massage her shoulders when we get to bed and silently promise to stop being a fucker.

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Bre

Two weeks, that’s how long it’s been since I saw him, and that is just fine with me. But he still texts and calls, and I feel awful about how his words make me smile. I don’t like that the sound of his voice makes me flush like a teenager.

I found a singer who is perfect for the love song I was writing. She will be brilliant, but it means I need to work with her for a week in New York. I ask Nate to come with me, but he’s got a major project presentation this week. Nate’s one of the best project managers in the construction business, and I have no doubt that he will do brilliantly.

There is a part of me that is glad I’m alone. It gives me time to put things into perspective. I talk to Anna, and I don’t know how I manage looking at someone I supposedly love so much in the eye knowing I fucked her husband. She doesn’t deserve it. Nate maybe, but not Anna. I guess that makes me a bitch doesn’t, a heartless bitch.