Page 74 of Beyond our Forever

“Ready for another round, sweetie?” he asks, and his voice makes my skin have goose bumps. No, not in a good way. It’s because of the panic that takes over me.

I stare at Mikel and the air leaves my lungs. What the fuck am I doing in bed with him? Where are my clothes?

What happened last night?

I hear Bruce scream, but everything seems so complicated to understand that I can’t even process it.

I want the earth to open up and swallow me up.

No, no, no. This cannot be real. It is a bad joke like the ones that they do in the television shows.

Where’s the perpetrator?

Bruce’s voice continues to resonate on the phone, but I can’t understand a word of his. My brain has lost its ability to function. My neurons don’t synapse.

The smile on Mikel’s face says it all. I’ve made a fatal mistake.

One that will cost me everything.

What the hell did I do?

What am I going to do now?

Chapter 20

I’m naked in the bed of a man who is not my husband and I have no fucking idea how I got here. That is a rather brief—but concise and precise—summary of my current situation. And, to make matters worse, my husband knows exactly where I am.

My headache has turned into a dull beat that barely allows me to spin a coherent thought.

“What happened last night?” I ask Mikel, wanting to know the basics, at least, no details.

I’ve slept with another man. Although he is very attractive, the mere thought of other hands on my skin disgusts me, it is repellent, alien.

How could I do it?

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember anything?” he answers smirking. I don’t understand what he thinks is so funny, the situation is very serious.

At least for me it is.

Struggling to move, I get out of bed, wrapped in the gray sheet that covers the bed and Mikel’s naked body.

My question remains the same.

What the hell happened last night and why am I feeling so bad?

No, not just emotionally.

My body hardly responds, as soon as I try to stand up straight I have to lean against the wall. Someone stop the world, because I want to get off.

“Come back to bed, babe,” Mikel suggests in a tone that is repulsively sweet to me, what I want is to get out of here, I wish I could do it faster.

Water, that’s what I need. However, I don’t even dare ask him that. I’ll see how I manage once I’m home.

With Bruce.

With my kids.

Shit.

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