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“I’m never going to set Shelby up for you,” I told him as I tried to scoot out from under him.
“Wow, that’s the most I’ve ever seen your fat ass move in a bed,” he said as he plopped over onto his side. He kept rattling the headboard to make his point to our poor visitor clear: he was a sex god she would be remiss not to indulge.
“Really?” I sneered. “Didn’t you watch the tapes?”
He just laughed. “Freak porn isn’t my thing.”
I turned my back on him. It was going to be a long week.
Shelby stayed in the loft, which had been fitted with a bed just big enough for our pixie guest. Fortunately it was far enough away from the bedroom that shenanigans like the one upon our homecoming would be unnecessary. I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, even in a cramped queen bed in an even more cramped bedroom. I went to sleep practically dressed, curled up as tight as possible, teetering on the edge of the bed.
The first night, when I felt the unmistakable effects of his pleasuring himself, I scooted from the bed and left the room entirely, opting instead for a long bath in the claw foot tub in the tiny main bathroom. As I lay there and soaked in the warm water, I fought to replace thoughts of Eddie – and in effect, subsequent thoughts of Shane – from my head. My stomach growled at me as my brain scrambled, trying to stuff the most unpleasant trauma of my past back behind the mental door with a broken lock.
“ I’m not hungry ,” I told myself as I dried off and dressed. “ I’m just overwhelmed .”
After settling for a tall glass of water to quell the grumbling, I made a mental note to check in with Maggie the following morning. I glanced up at the quiet, darkened loft where Shelby slept blissfully unaware of my conflict, then retreated back to the bedroom.
Eddie was sprawled naked across the bed, thankfully asleep. I grabbed a pillow and gently tugged a blanket free, then slept on the floor.
I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon sizzling in a frying pan. When I emerged from the bedroom, I found Shelby sitting across the bar from Eddie, who was preparing a lavish breakfast for our guest. They laughed as they interacted, Eddie ever a charming flirt, and I used their distraction to slip back into the bathroom to shower and dress for the day.
When I emerged, Eddie bestowed his most charming smile my direction. “Hey, babe. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.” He sent me a knowing wink, which made my stomach lurch. I covered it with a small smile as I perched next to Shelby at the bar.
“No time for that,” I said. “We have a busy day today.”
“That’s why I got to take care of my girls,” he said as he slid some eggs into the plate in front of me.
Despite the fact my stomach wanted to eat itself after being deprived the night before, each bite tasted like cardboard in my mouth. I hated being here with Eddie, pretending to be his loving wife, watching him thrive in the expensive house I rented for him under duress. From his clothes to the furniture to his car, he was living the high life on my dime – but he was little more than a petty thief in my eyes.
I once loved Eddie Nix, or the Eddie Nix I thought him to be. Now I loathed him. I really and truly hated the mere sight of him.
I touched the wedding band on my finger with my thumb. The cool metal reminded me why I went through this ruse at all. I’d give every dime I had to protect Jace and then some.
I washed down what little I could eat with some orange juice, then practically dragged Shelby from the tiny, homey little beach house. Eddie was quick on our heels, wanting to spend the day doing whatever it was we were doing. We followed us right out the door, his hands on both of our backs as he led us toward my car. “I never get to see you,” he crooned down at me. “We have to make every moment count.”
Shelby giggled as she watched us, so I played my part by offering a smile
“I’m never going to set Shelby up for you,” I told him as I tried to scoot out from under him.
“Wow, that’s the most I’ve ever seen your fat ass move in a bed,” he said as he plopped over onto his side. He kept rattling the headboard to make his point to our poor visitor clear: he was a sex god she would be remiss not to indulge.
“Really?” I sneered. “Didn’t you watch the tapes?”
He just laughed. “Freak porn isn’t my thing.”
I turned my back on him. It was going to be a long week.
Shelby stayed in the loft, which had been fitted with a bed just big enough for our pixie guest. Fortunately it was far enough away from the bedroom that shenanigans like the one upon our homecoming would be unnecessary. I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, even in a cramped queen bed in an even more cramped bedroom. I went to sleep practically dressed, curled up as tight as possible, teetering on the edge of the bed.
The first night, when I felt the unmistakable effects of his pleasuring himself, I scooted from the bed and left the room entirely, opting instead for a long bath in the claw foot tub in the tiny main bathroom. As I lay there and soaked in the warm water, I fought to replace thoughts of Eddie – and in effect, subsequent thoughts of Shane – from my head. My stomach growled at me as my brain scrambled, trying to stuff the most unpleasant trauma of my past back behind the mental door with a broken lock.
“ I’m not hungry ,” I told myself as I dried off and dressed. “ I’m just overwhelmed .”
After settling for a tall glass of water to quell the grumbling, I made a mental note to check in with Maggie the following morning. I glanced up at the quiet, darkened loft where Shelby slept blissfully unaware of my conflict, then retreated back to the bedroom.
Eddie was sprawled naked across the bed, thankfully asleep. I grabbed a pillow and gently tugged a blanket free, then slept on the floor.
I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon sizzling in a frying pan. When I emerged from the bedroom, I found Shelby sitting across the bar from Eddie, who was preparing a lavish breakfast for our guest. They laughed as they interacted, Eddie ever a charming flirt, and I used their distraction to slip back into the bathroom to shower and dress for the day.
When I emerged, Eddie bestowed his most charming smile my direction. “Hey, babe. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.” He sent me a knowing wink, which made my stomach lurch. I covered it with a small smile as I perched next to Shelby at the bar.
“No time for that,” I said. “We have a busy day today.”
“That’s why I got to take care of my girls,” he said as he slid some eggs into the plate in front of me.
Despite the fact my stomach wanted to eat itself after being deprived the night before, each bite tasted like cardboard in my mouth. I hated being here with Eddie, pretending to be his loving wife, watching him thrive in the expensive house I rented for him under duress. From his clothes to the furniture to his car, he was living the high life on my dime – but he was little more than a petty thief in my eyes.
I once loved Eddie Nix, or the Eddie Nix I thought him to be. Now I loathed him. I really and truly hated the mere sight of him.
I touched the wedding band on my finger with my thumb. The cool metal reminded me why I went through this ruse at all. I’d give every dime I had to protect Jace and then some.
I washed down what little I could eat with some orange juice, then practically dragged Shelby from the tiny, homey little beach house. Eddie was quick on our heels, wanting to spend the day doing whatever it was we were doing. We followed us right out the door, his hands on both of our backs as he led us toward my car. “I never get to see you,” he crooned down at me. “We have to make every moment count.”
Shelby giggled as she watched us, so I played my part by offering a smile
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