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“Susie’s having a party? How come she didn’t invite me?”
“I don’t know. She probably thinks you don’t want the publicity.”
“Okay, have a good time, then.”
“I will. Thanks.”
Damn. I have a sense that I’ve fucked up.
Chapter 15
Lexi
Susie’s family lives on a large estate near the mountains. Their vast front yard has turned into a colorful playground, packed with party rentals from slide bounce house to merry-go-round jumper. “Yeah!” Jimmy squeals before I even park the car.
Susie is busy supervising the kids at the playground, but she comes to us as soon as she spots us.
“Jimmy, sweetie!” she holds the boy and showers him with kisses before letting go of him.
The boy runs toward the jumper right away. And Susie turns to me, “Where’s your mom?”
“Oh, it’s her day off from Jimmy,” I say. “She’s spending the day with her friends at the church.”
“Great. Do you have your swimsuit?”
“Yeah, I do,” I say.
After playing with Jimmy in the front yard for about an hour, I take him to the pool house in the back. I put on swim trunks for him, change into my bikini, and then we go into the fenced pool, which has quite a few children in it already. I let Jimmy hold on to a noodle and help him float. It isn’t the first time he’s in the pool, but as always, he’s excited and eager to be on his own.
I tie the noodle around his belly, letting him play by himself while swimming breaststrokes near him. I’m exhausted a moment later, but Jimmy shows no sign of being bored. I tell Susie’s ten-year-old daughter, Maggie, to keep an eye on him and get up to rest in a chaise lounge over the fence.
Even when I rest, my eyes don’t leave my son for long. Seeing him so full of delight brings me joy. All the sacrifices I’ve made for him are worth it, and the past days’ anguish evaporates. After another day’s reflection trigger by my broken heart, I’m able to see the good sides of my affair with Devin. I’ve had a taste of my fantasy coming true, be it deception or not. I still consider myself lucky. As far as I know, out of his fifty million fans, I’m the only one who has the chance to meet him and know him well—at least physically. So what if he used me? Besides, I found out the truth before sinking too deep. It’s just a one-night stand—no big deal. I’ve learned my lesson. Never pray fantasies will come true because there’ll be a price to pay.
I pull my thought together when I hear murmurs around me. “Who’s that?” A girl whispers. I turn to look in the direction that everyone is looking at and see a bronze statue in swim trunks making his way toward me. The first thing that comes into my mind is “wet dream.” Goddamn. It’s a body straight out of a Men’s Health cover. My eyes are fixed on those glistening abs. They’re so familiar that my body releases a stream of desire without my mind’s consent. I can’t blame it because that body has been constantly on my mind for days. Hell. It’s been on my bedroom wall for years.
Devin Gamble stands right in front of me, posing like a model for a second and enjoying the way I gawk at his sinuous biceps and his tight swim briefs.Stop staring and look away!I hear a voice in my head. But I don’t listen.
And then, as if to make sure he’ll melt my bikini bottom, he flashes a megawatt smile at me and says, “Hi, gorgeous, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I stutter. “I am. I just didn’t expect you to be here.”
“I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t stand the thought you would be all by yourself in those tiny bikinis,” he murmurs, caressing my body with those heated eyes.
Oh God. This is too much. My leg slides up involuntarily, drive by a tug in my belly.
Devin catches my movement, and his eyes turn even darker. “Shit, Lexi. Don’t do that, unless you want me to fuck you right here in front of all these people.”
What? I slide my leg back down. Jeez. I want to bury my face in my hands because it must be burning red.
He chuckles as if I amuse him. And then he points at the chair next to mine where I placed Jimmy’s bath towel and water bottle on. “Is it taken?”
“No, it’s not,” I say, transferring the things to my own chair.
He lies down promptly and relaxes, totally oblivious of the attention he’s getting. I look around nervously, trying to pretend there’s nothing between us, that we haven’t just slept together a week ago, and that I haven’t let this man taken full control of my mind and body. Damn it! I’m supposed to be mad at him and not let him mess me up!
“Are you going to swim?” I ask him, hoping he’ll go away.
“Maybe,” he says. “And you?”
