believe Casey had cheated on her. She had been convinced he was the total opposite of all the other losers she’d dated, who by and large had been a bunch of conniving jackasses who took advantage of her generous nature. And too many of them had been a little too happy about her being a stripper. The worst was when they’d bring a gang of their equally brain dead friends to the club to see her dance. That was some creepy shit. It happened often enough she had to wonder if all guys were natural degenerates.
But Casey had never been like that. He often tried to talk her into quitting the world of adult entertainment. There was no way she could do that. It was far too lucrative and she didn’t have the skills to do anything else. Casey countered this by saying she could go back to school. He told her she wouldn’t have to work at all if she enrolled at one of the local universities, promising to take care of her and provide for her until she got a degree. Which sounded great in theory, but somehow Echo had never quite been able to buy into it. Getting a degree would take years and would require a level of commitment she couldn’t imagine any guy—even one as seemingly true-blue as Casey—ever being able to manage.
Turned out she had been right about that. The bastard had the same commitment issues every guy had. A gossipy neighbor tipped her off to Casey’s fling with Ella Barton. There had been no hard proof of an affair, just repeated sightings of a busty blonde woman coming around to Echo’s house while she was at work. So she paid a guy from the club five hundred dollars to stake out her house and, if necessary, follow Casey around while she was working. Her paid stalker reported the bad news via a call to the club earlier today.
She fled the club in a blind rage and took Casey’s truck—which she frequently drove to work—to the address her informant had provided. Echo was incapable of playing it cool. So many guys had come and gone in her life and the eventual parting of the ways never bothered her. Again, though, Casey was different. He had really gotten to her on a level no one else ever had. She had tears in her eyes when she arrived at Ella’s cute little prefab house. The visible emotion annoyed her. No one had ever made her care enough to shed tears. And this guy—this fucking snake—didn’t deserve any fucking tears.
After slipping into the house via an unlocked back door, she found the semi-clothed couple making out on a sofa in the living room. They were both clad only in their underwear and Casey was on top of the woman, prone between her whorishly spread legs. Ella was writhing and moaning as he kissed her, her hands tangled in his long hair. Echo loved Casey’s long blond locks. He was a good-looking guy to start with, but the hair really sealed the deal.
Echo totally lost her shit.
She screamed.
She threw things. Anything that was handy, especially if it looked expensive.
Casey tried to reason with her, shedding tears of his own and sounding oh-so-sincere as he told her over and over how sorry he was for “fucking up”. But Echo was in no mood for his apologies, regardless of how heartfelt they seemed on the surface.
She didn’t depart until Ella—a woman she’d known in passing from hanging out with Casey at a local bar—got on the phone to call the police. On the way out, she grabbed a golf club from a bag of them propped up in a corner in the foyer.
Now that she was out of the neighborhood and driving back toward town, the worst of her rage seemed temporarily spent. She started thinking about her next move. Obviously Casey was getting his cheating ass kicked out of her house effective today. She briefly considered trying to get to the house before he could so she could systematically destroy everything he owned. But she rejected the idea immediately. Trashing his stuff would just reinforce the impression of being devastated by his actions. Now that she was thinking more
But Casey had never been like that. He often tried to talk her into quitting the world of adult entertainment. There was no way she could do that. It was far too lucrative and she didn’t have the skills to do anything else. Casey countered this by saying she could go back to school. He told her she wouldn’t have to work at all if she enrolled at one of the local universities, promising to take care of her and provide for her until she got a degree. Which sounded great in theory, but somehow Echo had never quite been able to buy into it. Getting a degree would take years and would require a level of commitment she couldn’t imagine any guy—even one as seemingly true-blue as Casey—ever being able to manage.
Turned out she had been right about that. The bastard had the same commitment issues every guy had. A gossipy neighbor tipped her off to Casey’s fling with Ella Barton. There had been no hard proof of an affair, just repeated sightings of a busty blonde woman coming around to Echo’s house while she was at work. So she paid a guy from the club five hundred dollars to stake out her house and, if necessary, follow Casey around while she was working. Her paid stalker reported the bad news via a call to the club earlier today.
She fled the club in a blind rage and took Casey’s truck—which she frequently drove to work—to the address her informant had provided. Echo was incapable of playing it cool. So many guys had come and gone in her life and the eventual parting of the ways never bothered her. Again, though, Casey was different. He had really gotten to her on a level no one else ever had. She had tears in her eyes when she arrived at Ella’s cute little prefab house. The visible emotion annoyed her. No one had ever made her care enough to shed tears. And this guy—this fucking snake—didn’t deserve any fucking tears.
After slipping into the house via an unlocked back door, she found the semi-clothed couple making out on a sofa in the living room. They were both clad only in their underwear and Casey was on top of the woman, prone between her whorishly spread legs. Ella was writhing and moaning as he kissed her, her hands tangled in his long hair. Echo loved Casey’s long blond locks. He was a good-looking guy to start with, but the hair really sealed the deal.
Echo totally lost her shit.
She screamed.
She threw things. Anything that was handy, especially if it looked expensive.
Casey tried to reason with her, shedding tears of his own and sounding oh-so-sincere as he told her over and over how sorry he was for “fucking up”. But Echo was in no mood for his apologies, regardless of how heartfelt they seemed on the surface.
She didn’t depart until Ella—a woman she’d known in passing from hanging out with Casey at a local bar—got on the phone to call the police. On the way out, she grabbed a golf club from a bag of them propped up in a corner in the foyer.
Now that she was out of the neighborhood and driving back toward town, the worst of her rage seemed temporarily spent. She started thinking about her next move. Obviously Casey was getting his cheating ass kicked out of her house effective today. She briefly considered trying to get to the house before he could so she could systematically destroy everything he owned. But she rejected the idea immediately. Trashing his stuff would just reinforce the impression of being devastated by his actions. Now that she was thinking more
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