Page 15 of Dangerously Yours

“Isn’t that Cade Davis’s wife?”One of the men had asked.

“She looks hot enough, but for him to move on, she must’ve been terrible in bed.”

A third had piped in.“Enough beers and I would do her.”

“If that is her,”the first had added,“you might want to get to drinking. She looks like she will be passed out on the bathroom floor any time now.”

Mortification filled me, and the way they were talking, it seemed as if the news had already hit social media. I had tried my best to ignore them, and used that time to pull out my cell phone. Keeping my head down, I pulled up the society page which basically was nothing but a non-stop blog of all things Titans. Sure enough, the top story was the breakup of Cade and Lucy Davis.

“Rumor has it that she was not only a good host at public parties, but private parties, too. Cade Davis learned of his wife’s extra curricular activities and..”.

I didn’t even need to read another second of that. He had told the media that I had been the one to cheat, knowing it was him all along who had been the guilty party. I had gotten up and rushed to the women’s bathroom, then called the two-timing skunk weasel.

“What do you want?”He had asked, and I had barely even heard that. The asshole was partying to his newfound bachelor status, while everyone was going to blame me. I didn’t care so much about the opinions of those in the media, but I did care about Amanda, Zachary, and Leslie, who might hear, if not read, this absolute lie. That had upset me more than anything.

“Don’t you dare ask me such a thing when you know exactly what I want.”

“You want to change your mind and have the divorce thrown out?”He had asked.

“Hardly.”I had been practically seething at that point.“I want you to have a damn retraction printed. How dare you fucking turn this around on me? Our kids could see this, asshole. You can take your offer of reconciling, and shove it up your?—”

He just chuckled.“You just think about your next words carefully, most likely when you’re lying in our big, lonely bed alone. Just remember who had you scratching at the headboard night after night, and we can talk later.”

“I faked every night with you,”I had retorted, knowing it was just a partial lie. There had been nights when I faked an orgasm, but not all of them, and this arrogant bastard knew it.

“Goodnight, Lulu,”he had said, then hung up leaving me gaping open-mouthed at my cell phone.

My hands had begun shaking, and the anger I had inside had only grown. I wanted to scream, to rail out against someone or at something, but at the end of the night, Cade was right. I would be going back home to an empty bed while he crawled in and out of the sandbox with all the younger socialites.

I was now ashamed to admit that I had gone into one of the stalls and cried. I didn’t cry for the man I now despised, but for the life I would never have again. I didn’t give a damn about the money as much as I did the respect that being a Titan’s wife gave me. Nobody wondered who I had been before Lucy Davis, and no one would ever care. I was under the protection of Cade’s title, only to have it now be the noose threatening to hang me.

I had also cried for my children who would now grow up to hate me. They would blame me for the disruption to their life, andmaybe even more. If their father was brainwashing the media, there was no telling what he would do to our children. I had imagined Amanda and Leslie thinking that their mother was actually out having sex with others, and then Zachary vowing to be the man his father was when he didn’t accept my infidelity. No, they would hate me, and I would kill him. Well, maybe not, because that would fuck our kids up even more, but in that moment, I had wanted to do something to Cade to make him feel as helpless as I now did.

“You won’t get away with this,”I had sworn under my breath as I tried to compose myself.

The bathroom was small, smelled of stale smoke, and was all around just a very unappealing place. I had then thought about those men outside who had been talking about me, and this small, enclosed fortress-like stall was still better. I glanced over at the writing on the walls, most of it obscene with men and their phone numbers.

I had half a mind to scribble something derogatory about Cade too, only it would likely get him even more adoring women. Knowing he would be spending the night with some floozy only made me more nauseous. In fact, it was worse. As the bile rose in my throat, I didn’t try to swallow it down. I was finished with hiding my emotions. I got up and emptied the contents of my stomach, which at this point consisted of whiskey with vodka chasers, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had left the stall, washed my hands and face, even rinsing out my mouth with some cold water from the tap, then I squared my shoulders and held my head up high as I exited the room.

Those men were still there, and their leering glances had set me off. When I had tried to walk past them, one grabbed and pulledme to his lap.“What’s a man got to do to get a blow job from you?”

“Let me go,”I had told him, but the others all joined in. They began to talk about what they would do to me, and there was not an ounce of respect in their tone, for me or womankind in general. Remembering the self-defense courses I had taken a few years back, I elbowed my captor, connecting my elbow with his nose. He had bellowed out in pain, but let me go.

I had quickly scrambled away, then walked to the bar, needing one more drink before I called this a night. The bartender knew what I wanted, so he had set another shot of Grey Goose down in front of me and I had thrown some bills onto the counter to settle my tab. I then had slammed it back, then miscalculated where the bar began. The glass in my hand had fallen to the floor, shattering on impact. I had bent down to try to pick it up, but the man had come from behind the bar with a broom and dustpan.

“Do you need me to call someone for you,”he had asked me once he cleaned up my mess, and I had shaken my head.

“I’ll catch a cab.”And as I had walked to the door, something told me to look to my left and when I did, I saw what looked like a familiar pair of eyes. Either it was truly Noah Capshaw here to witness my freefall from elegant socialite to broke drunk, or my mind was playing tricks on me. I had decided not to stick around and find out which one, and continued outside to a waiting car.

“Where are you going?” I heard him ask.

“H-home,” I slurred, then nearly faceplanted on the sidewalk. My pride was wounded, but that appeared to be all as I separated myself from him.

Now, I had my answer because a few minutes later, I was in the car with my Prince Charming beside me. Or was he my knight in athletic armor? It didn’t really matter. I just stared at him to the point I was sure he was even regretting following me.

“Noah?”

“Shhh, we’ll talk once we get you home.”

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