Page 39 of Smooth As Whiskey

This was weird as fuck. Nothing had happened last night that I could remember.

Carefully getting out of bed, I walked to the en-suite bathroom.

Turning the water on hot, I stripped out of my clothes and climbed under the spray.

Just as I closed my eyes to let the water run down my body, I remembered everything that had happened yesterday.

And I fucking froze.

Then I unfroze, cut the water off, and hurried out of the shower, ignoring my body, leaving a trail of water from the bathroom to my nightstand, all the while also ignoring the nudity I was sporting, I tagged my phone.

Sutton’s words to me last night had been, Ididn’t realize I had any tattoos.

The moment my eyes landed on the tribal sun tattoo on the back of the woman’s shoulder, I all but sank to my knees.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Maisie lifted her head and blinked up at me, “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

Grabbing a blanket, I covered my dick, ignoring my daughter, I called Sutton’s phone.

It went straight to voicemail, and at the sound of her voice, I felt my heart fucking clench, “You’ve reached Sutton. Leave me a message.”

As soon as it beeped, signaling to leave a message, I said, “Sutton. Baby. Please call me back. Fucking, please.”

I ended the call and then looked at the photo again.

And that’s when it hit me.

It definitely wasn’t Sutton. How I had thought it was yesterday, I had no goddamn clue.

She had tattoos.

Her hair didn’t have the same shine.

And that was when I read the message underneath the picture.

Pagan –Fucking hell. Sorry man. Sent it to the wrong person. This bitch has been cheating on a friend of mine. He didn’t believe me. So, I fucking showed him.

Oh god.

I was this close to hitting my knees.

My eyes closed, remembering with vivid clarity the shit I had spewed at Sutton.

It was the tears in her eyes that I’ll never forgive myself for.

It was the hurt look on her face that she didn’t even try to hide.

I was a piece of shit.

Maisie wiped the sleep from her eyes when she asked, “Are you letting Mommy come back home?”

I nodded, “Yeah, cutie. As long as I can get her to accept my apology, I am. Then I’m making her my ol’ lady and marrying her.”

With the blanket around my bottom half, I checked to make sure she hadn’t called back, then pressed a kiss on Maisie’s forehead.

“Let daddy get dressed, then we will get you ready. Go potty right quick,” I told her and then grabbed my clothes while she scrambled off the bed, ran around me, and pottied.

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