Read Online One Week Three Hearts: by Adele Allaire - Free Book Online
Authors: Adele Allaire
Tags: Psychological, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Sagas, Action & Adventure, Short Stories, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, Holidays, Sports
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two of you use me as some sort of conduit for each other. I'm pretty sure it was that baby making business that really brought it on."
Matt paused to sip his beer, and Rose thought it was strange that the glass edge never touched his lips. Liquid cascaded from the bottle opening to his mouth. The bobbing of his Adam's apple transfixed her.
"Jason completely has you as a sex object in his mind," Matt continued. "You want him to cause you physical pain — something we both know he could never do — in order to get over the guilt and shame from not admitting who you were fantasizing about for years."
Matt took another short drink from the bottle and grimaced. "What a stalemate of a marriage."
Intimidation hung thick in the air between them, and her ribcage tightened around her lungs. "This is like being trapped in a house of horrors," Rose muttered.
"You're not trapped here, Rose," he said, pointing to the kitchen behind them. "Call a cab. Keys are on the counter…"
She jabbed at the ice cubes in her drained glass with the straw. "But I don't drive stick, so tough on me. You're a piece of work, Matt."
Sideways glances revealed Matt gauged the rate of her breath, any change in facial expression, and the way she nervously picked at loose skirt fiber. Like a lab rat caught in some grand experiment, leaving this maze wasn't an option.
"Do you still love him?"
Contract pages flashed in her mind. When confronted, Jason shrugged off Matt's strange clause and explained it away as some sort of pseudo-vow renewal. She willingly agreed to every step. She signed the contract, and Jason deposited the check months ago. Matt could repeatedly insist she wasn't trapped here, but without an obvious exit that lacked life-altering consequences, Rose had no other choice but to stay and deal with this.
More than a decade of loyalty, devotion, and self-sacrifice sat like boulders placed on both shoulders. Matt knew all the puzzle pieces long before she met him, and after everything they shared, he still let her live in ignorance.
"Of course I do," Rose said.
The lounge chair creaked as Matt turned towards her. He lifted his sunglasses. "Let's have it out so you stop using me as an excuse to ruin it. Why did you run off last night?"
"Because you tricked me to cheat on Jason," she admitted.
That infuriating laugh of his again. He doesn't understand what it is like to break a promise regardless of the circumstances. The emotional toll it takes to sever that bond… Jason said Matt never had a healthy relationship so he couldn't possibly comprehend what I was going through last night. The videos, the texts, the phone calls… none of it was so harsh as Matt shoving my head into Mikhel's lap. Told to open my mouth… to suck… a total stranger I wasn't even attracted to.
And I did it for Matt, not Jason. That scared me more than anything, and when I heard Mikhel groan, it snapped me back into the reality of what I was in the process of doing. Jason's sweet face flashed in my mind, I ignored Matt's fingers spreading me open, and I ran.
Matt shook his head in disapproval. "Let me get this straight… if you're with me, then it's not cheating. If you are with Jason and I, then it's not cheating. But if you're with Mikhel and I even after Jason specifically requests it, and you go willingly, then it's cheating. That makes no sense."
The logical appeal poked at her highly valued sense of reason. It threw her off. She grasped at bringing the focus back to Jason while the corner of his left eye turned almost black as his pupil acted like a scanning device.
"I'm talking about Jason, not myself." Such a weak attempt at deflection. She hardly convinced herself, let alone Matt.
Time for a bold move. "Did you sleep with Malani?"
"Not recently." Matt studied her reaction. "Are you jealous?"
A red framed image glossary sped through Rose's mind. She pictured Malani and Matt fucking everywhere. Matt's head between Malani's legs while she sat on
Matt paused to sip his beer, and Rose thought it was strange that the glass edge never touched his lips. Liquid cascaded from the bottle opening to his mouth. The bobbing of his Adam's apple transfixed her.
"Jason completely has you as a sex object in his mind," Matt continued. "You want him to cause you physical pain — something we both know he could never do — in order to get over the guilt and shame from not admitting who you were fantasizing about for years."
Matt took another short drink from the bottle and grimaced. "What a stalemate of a marriage."
Intimidation hung thick in the air between them, and her ribcage tightened around her lungs. "This is like being trapped in a house of horrors," Rose muttered.
"You're not trapped here, Rose," he said, pointing to the kitchen behind them. "Call a cab. Keys are on the counter…"
She jabbed at the ice cubes in her drained glass with the straw. "But I don't drive stick, so tough on me. You're a piece of work, Matt."
Sideways glances revealed Matt gauged the rate of her breath, any change in facial expression, and the way she nervously picked at loose skirt fiber. Like a lab rat caught in some grand experiment, leaving this maze wasn't an option.
"Do you still love him?"
Contract pages flashed in her mind. When confronted, Jason shrugged off Matt's strange clause and explained it away as some sort of pseudo-vow renewal. She willingly agreed to every step. She signed the contract, and Jason deposited the check months ago. Matt could repeatedly insist she wasn't trapped here, but without an obvious exit that lacked life-altering consequences, Rose had no other choice but to stay and deal with this.
More than a decade of loyalty, devotion, and self-sacrifice sat like boulders placed on both shoulders. Matt knew all the puzzle pieces long before she met him, and after everything they shared, he still let her live in ignorance.
"Of course I do," Rose said.
The lounge chair creaked as Matt turned towards her. He lifted his sunglasses. "Let's have it out so you stop using me as an excuse to ruin it. Why did you run off last night?"
"Because you tricked me to cheat on Jason," she admitted.
That infuriating laugh of his again. He doesn't understand what it is like to break a promise regardless of the circumstances. The emotional toll it takes to sever that bond… Jason said Matt never had a healthy relationship so he couldn't possibly comprehend what I was going through last night. The videos, the texts, the phone calls… none of it was so harsh as Matt shoving my head into Mikhel's lap. Told to open my mouth… to suck… a total stranger I wasn't even attracted to.
And I did it for Matt, not Jason. That scared me more than anything, and when I heard Mikhel groan, it snapped me back into the reality of what I was in the process of doing. Jason's sweet face flashed in my mind, I ignored Matt's fingers spreading me open, and I ran.
Matt shook his head in disapproval. "Let me get this straight… if you're with me, then it's not cheating. If you are with Jason and I, then it's not cheating. But if you're with Mikhel and I even after Jason specifically requests it, and you go willingly, then it's cheating. That makes no sense."
The logical appeal poked at her highly valued sense of reason. It threw her off. She grasped at bringing the focus back to Jason while the corner of his left eye turned almost black as his pupil acted like a scanning device.
"I'm talking about Jason, not myself." Such a weak attempt at deflection. She hardly convinced herself, let alone Matt.
Time for a bold move. "Did you sleep with Malani?"
"Not recently." Matt studied her reaction. "Are you jealous?"
A red framed image glossary sped through Rose's mind. She pictured Malani and Matt fucking everywhere. Matt's head between Malani's legs while she sat on
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