Page 2 of Shame

Spitfire. Who the hell would be in his phone book asSpitfire?My pulse starts to pound as I stare at the screen. The locked screen.

He has a thing tonight?

And a text message from someone named Spitfire?

Fingers shaking, I tap the home button. The password screen slides into view. Fucking hell, I don’t know what it is.

On a whim, I try his bank card pin code. That’s what I use, and we’re so alike…

It works.

From a distance, I feel myself smiling, but it feels wrong, because I know what I’m about to find.

Somehow, deep down inside, I know exactly what Spitfire is. I don’t know who she is, but I know she’s my husband’s lover.

And I know my heart is about to break.

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Luke

My back is tight,and the hot water isn’t helping. I should cancel drinks with Caitlyn tonight.

I won’t, though.

Rolling my neck, I scrub soap over my chest and down my belly.

I need to go back to the fucking gym.

I need to stop eating McDonald’s.

I need to do a lot of fucking things, but I won’t, and I don’t.

Dark, ugly thoughts crowd the back of my mind, and I turn the temperature of the shower down. Cold, sharp drops hit my skin.

That’s good. Sharp, intense.

A lot like Caitlyn.

My dick twitches, and I will it to work tonight.Hold her down, fuck her mouth until she gags.Yeah, that would feel amazing.

I turn the shower off and reach for the towel I put on the hook just outside the walk-in shower.

It’s not there.

“Grace,” I holler out, ignoring the way my stomach twists.

I’ve gotten good at shoving that weird twinge away.

She doesn’t respond, so I walk around the corner, water sluicing off me. Maybe I left it on the—

But I didn’t.

My towel is in Grace’s hand. She’s perched on the vanity, a little bird, clutching the towel. And my phone.

Her face is white.

“Who is Spitfire?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

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