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But first, let’s shake this party up and entertain poor little rich wife…

Perfect, put together Coach Kelly.

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PARTY CRASHER

Ava

As Matt pulledup to the front of the church to let me out at the elaborately decorated doors, teachers had already gathered and were taking dramatically staged portraits of the attendees.

I swore, the smaller the town, the smaller the minds. I had been living in big cities since I grew up here, and when I came back, this town reminded me of how small it really was.

Everyone only cared about who you knew and who liked you.

Harper’s Grandmother had lived here nearly six decades, a faithful church attendee. Sure, she complained of the fancy nuances that seemed ‘new-aged’ to her, but it was the closest house of worship within a fifty-mile radius, so Barb stayed put. Her reward? A grant to pay all her sweet, abandoned granddaughter’s schooling here in Middlebury by the pastor himself.

Thoughts of the devil, and sure enough, he showed himself. Pastor Dean welcomed me with open arms and a wide smile spread on his face. His acting ability really was five stars.

I groaned.

He was the kind of handsome that took your breath away a little, the kind that startled you.

Initially, it was almost hard to resist his charming, whatever you please demeanor, but it wasn’t long before I realized there was something between him and my husband. I never had confirmation until the other day, but there were signs now that I think about it.

Lingering stares, physical touch affectionately. A pat on the back was just fine, but a pat that stayed on the back is another story.

I could play his game just as good as he could, maybe even better. I made deep eye contact with his Tahiti-waters, and I smile back at him. “Pastor Dean…”

Two can play this game.

“Ava, you look beautiful this evening, as always,” he said it dismissively, placing a hand on the small of my back and urging me forward with the crowd that filled into the larger auditorium.

“Oh, sorry…” I dug in my stiletto heels as to not get swept away by the teachers arriving. “I’m going to wait here for Matt.”

I pushed my back against the atrium entrance, Pastor Dean being the ever-charming host beside me. I wanted to question him, poke the bear if you will. But his well over six-three build intimidated me. Especially to a five-four woman like me.

He stiffened beside me, but he never broke character. Not that I didn’t just find him in a room with his holy cock in my husband’s mouth.

Matt entered not long after, and although I had the urge to turn on my heel and lead the way, I wanted to hang back and see how they reacted to one another.

Matt locked eyes with Dean first before darting to mine. I gave him a smirk and did exactly what I originally planned. I led the way into the celebration.

I didn’t even look back over my shoulder; I knew they’re talking. I didn’t want to know what they talked about. I could smell the deceit now. I could see it all so clearly now.

Funny how life could yank the wool from your eyes with one solid experience.

Although I had plenty lately.

Like the student you can’t stop thinking about. The one that you’ve been fucking these past two years.

They said those who lived in a glass house shouldn’t throw stones…

I left it, half hoping maybe they’d had an affair so that he’d be the one to end things. He could be the one to admit to me his love for aman.I laughed to myself. Leave it to two bisexual people to end up together. It seemed we shared more than just a marriage, but a sexual desire that was insatiable. More than that. A sexual desire that had two different fulfillments.

But I didn’t love Matt. The thought of him leaving me for someone else did nothing to me but created an amused curiosity.

The decorations were a mixture of Harvest and fall, a ‘welcome back’ sign and balloons. The wealthy parents donated all the decorations, and they were mostly the besties of Pastor Dean’s wife, Tanner Hughes.

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