Page 69 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I narrow my eyes and at least he has the common sense to grimace, hopefully realizing exactly what it sounds like to me being the woman pinned under him, his cock between my legs while another woman’s name is on his lips.

“I’m so sorry.”

Since he’s no longer looking down at me, I assume he is talking to the woman and is about to make an excuse to hang up so we could get back to what we’d started.

No dice.

He rolls off me with a heavy sigh, the cool air of the room now my unwanted companion. And then it dawns on me. He stands, his glorious naked and very hard body on full display. Cupping a hand over the bottom of the phone shoots me an apologetic, “I have to take this.”

I bet you do.

Since it was not Doctor Hamilton, we need you in OR instead of the hey, baby I need you coming through the phone’s speaker it’s safe to say the ire I’m feeling is founded on a solid foundation of pure white-hot jealousy and hurt.

I got so distracted from all the there’s-been-no-other-man part of the conversation I forgot entirely about the other side to that equation.

The prick!

I sit up in bed and watch him turn and walk away from me.

Well then. My mouth rocks open on a hinge as his broad back and firm, tight, delectable ass disappears with the soft click of the bathroom door shutting behind him.

What the fuck? I peel myself from his bed, the heat of anger boiling my blood, spurring me on. Fumbling around for my clothes in the dark isn’t the best-laid plans. It wastes a hell of a lot of time but I finally find what I’m looking for and shove my arms through the holes in my top and then yank it over me.

I mentally take back every nice thought or feeling I’ve ever had about the asshat in the other room. That man had me under him. Naked. And while I am a virgin, I am also someone who makes a living from my body. I’ve spent a lifetime keeping it in peak condition and there are a lot of men around me who would gladly pop my cherry. Why for God’s sake did I hold out for someone who can toss me aside so easily?

I’m so angry I want to scream, but instead, I bottle that shit up and quark it for later.

He wants to ignore my perky tits, my strong thighs and most of all, my warm, willing and primed virgin pussy? Fine.

He left me cold and naked and unsatisfied in his bed. That’s on him all so he could take a call from another woman?

No way. Hurt burns at the fringes of my heart. I scramble around the room, trying to find my last boot as fast as I can, afraid he’ll come out of the bathroom before I have a chance to escape. Bingo! I shove my feet into my boots and zip up, leaving my bra and panties behind, tangled in his sheets.

I race to the front door and move to the elevator as fast as my legs carry me. For an instant I toy with the idea of taking his car, but I reject it immediately. I’d rather risk getting mugged again than trying to find a parking spot in this city. Besides he has no reason to come after me now. Better to end things this way. At least he got a blowjob out of it.

I find my way to the main street and start a slow jog toward the closest subway station.

I shove the memory of the mugging that had landed me in the hospital and in Aron’s arms in the first place. If a mugger wants to mess with me now, he’ll be as sorry as Aron when he finally realizes all he lost tonight.

Seven

Aron

Iknow she is gone the second I hang up the phone.

I can feel the emptiness in my bones. The pulse of life carrying through my penthouse is gone and it’s all my fault. Melissa and her stupid games.

Willow is gone.

Last time she left me, I was overcome with shame. Back then, I behaved like a rutting beast. How could someone like her, someone with so much love and light, ever want to start a family with me? Cavemen had more class.

After she left me the first time I locked my heart away and it broke wide open again at her revelation of being a virgin.

I don’t shock easily, but that sure as hell did it. And before I give her any more firsts, the little minx left.

This is turning into one long-ass night.

I grip my phone so hard the cell phone case cracks. And now she’s all alone on the street in the middle of the night with no money, no phone, no keys and wide open for another mugging.

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