Page 78 of Sex Coach

How could you do it ?

I never should have believed you.

When I finally woke, it was almost a relief .

It was also still daylight, which wasn't a relief, because that meant it was still the same day. I didn't know why but I was desperate to get this first day gone – this first day of a new world that had no Jake in it. At least not for me .

Have a nice life.

The echo of his voice still rang in my ears, and I managed, barely, not to start crying all over again .

Was this what it felt like to have a broken heart? If so, then sign me up for the single ladies' club, because I never wanted to feel like this again .

Getting out of bed took all my energy, and I padded listlessly out of the bedroom to stand in my kitchen. After brewing a cup of tea, I wandered around my apartment for what felt like hours, but in actuality, it was less than thirty minutes. Sipping at the tea, I tried to find something that felt like it was worth doing .

I couldn't write the article yet .

There was no creative spark inside me, and the very least I had to do was take off the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of the week .

If it took more than that ...?

Grimly, I realized I might have to tell my aunt that I wouldn't be able to write for her any longer. Wouldn't that be fun ?

She'd want to know why, but I'd have to stall on telling her for a few days, at least. If she asked me right now, I'd break down and tell her and that just wasn't acceptable .

The last thing I wanted to do was tell my aunt that I'd fallen for the King of Multiple Orgasms, and he now hated me .

And I still didn't know why .

Listlessly, I dropped down on the couch and picked up the remote, thumbing it until the TV on the far wall flared to brilliant life .

I flipped through channels .

Hallmark – hell, no. The last thing I needed was some sappy love story .

Game shows. No, thanks .

The weather. Bleakly, I looked outside. Cold and gray, kind of like I felt right now .

When I finally landed on the news, I dropped the remote and just stared at the screen without really seeing it. I'd been doing that for an indeterminate amount of time when a name caught my attention – immediately .

"Whitley McCrane ..."

Whitley.

Jerking upright, I stared at the TV, listening raptly .

Whitley McCrane .

Senator's wife .

Having an affair .

Reported being sexually assaulted when she was in high school .

The entire report painted her in the horrible light...and it had been reported by an anonymous source .

An anonymous source .

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