Page 41 of Mistletoe Missus
My cheeks heated at the memory as I went out the door and headed for the vehicle. Paparazzi caught sight of me, but I hurried toward the limousine. A small patch of ice almost wiped me out as I cussed and caught my balance before a fall into a snowbank.
“Mrs. Morgan. You look—” Albert announced as he held open the door.
“Albert, cut the crap and get in the car,” I interrupted as I shooed him away.
“Well, good morning to you too,” Albert mumbled as he moved out of my way and went back to the driver’s seat.
I didn’t need a chauffeur holding a door for me, and I certainly didn’t desire tabloids on my ass to start off my busy workday. Not to mention Mitt. All of this put me in a bitter mood, but soon I could forget. I could get lost in the plans for a winter wedding—a love story sure to end on a cheerful note. Unlike my marriage that had been doomed from the start.
I sat back in the leather seat as the car took off, and my phone chimed with a new text.
Beau Kingston: Meet me at our special spot at six p.m.?
God. Beau, the bastard, didn’t know when to stop. Neither did my grumpy husband, who wanted me at dinner at six sharp.
Wait a minute...
“Albert! Stop the car!” I hollered from the back seat.
Immediately, the limousine jerked to a halt. I grabbed the handle to stop from sliding off my seat and landing on my ass. If there was one thing about old, trusty Albert, it was that he sure knew how to take directions well. He had tons of practice after dealing with Mitt for many years.
“Is everything all right, Mrs. Morgan?”
“Yes. It’s great. Better than great, actually,” I replied with a smile beaming on my face. “I’m guessing Mitt told you about our dinner plans for this evening?”
Albert responded, “Yes, he did.”
“Well, change of plans, Albert,” I notified him and texted my ex back. “But I don’t want Mitt knowing anything about it untilafterhe figures out that I will not be there.”
The next step of getting under Mitt Morgan’s skin was in place. Those divorce papers with his signature should be in my hands by this time tomorrow. My ex-boyfriend was unknowingly going to help me solve my problem, or he’d have a flaming hot target put on his back. Either way, I’d get what I deserved. Freedom.
MY WORKDAY FLEW BYin a flurry, and I didn’t want it to end. Dread filled me as Albert drove me to the place I once loved to go and used to bring me excitement. Butterflies would dance in my belly at the thought of seeing Beau, touching him, and being close. I’d get cheerful about our upcoming conversations and tender kisses, and would wonder if we’d go back to my place or his, but those days were long gone.
All I had left was bitterness, regret, and shame that I was too blind to see that my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me. I thought of every time he was running late or sent last-minute texts about being held up at work. Our relationship hadn’t always been like that, but in the months leading up to me being blindsided, they were. Loneliness had crept in, and when Beau had invited me to dinner, I had leaped to conclusions. I had made myself believe he was ready to propose to me. I was that desperate for more, but he didn’t want me because he was too busy sticking his dick in someone else.
“Wait here for me,” I instructed Albert before I got out of the limousine and walked through the parking garage.
Tension wreaked havoc inside of me as I walked into the busy mall and made my way through the food court. The aroma of fast food with greasy burgers, french fries, pizza, and Chinese food filled my nose. My stomach growled, and I regretted not joining Mitt for dinner. The idea of sitting down to eat with my husband was far more appealing than meeting with a man who didn’t give two shits about me. Beau was nothing but a two-timing asshole.
I found the escalator that would take me to the second floor and let it guide me all the way up. A little girl watched me with an innocent smile on her face as I waved, and she held her mother’s hand as they went off in the opposite direction.
God, I wanted that. A family of my own and to have an undeniable connection with my flesh and blood. A baby.
Instead of being sad about not getting what I wanted, I pushed on. If this meeting with Beau went off as I hoped, I’d be one step closer to getting out of this awful marriage and being single once again, ready to find the man of my dreams who would want to start a family. One who was eager for a wife and a child. Unlike Mitt Morgan, who only wanted to possess me and keep everything strictly about business.
I rounded a corner until I saw our special spot. The only place that brought me grief, and I walked toward the bench by the carousel with unsteady legs. I was shaking on the inside, ready to turn around and go back the way I had come.
I hadn’t seen Beau since that awful day. The moment he had broken me and made me question everything about myself. All the humiliation, disappointment, anger, and sadness came back full force, ready to knock me off my feet. But I had a plan, and I needed to remain strong.
Tinsley. Breathe. You can do this.
The words echoed inside of my head until I heard Beau speak. “Right on time.”
“Yeah. I was always good at that, wasn’t I?” I said as I kept my distance from him.
“You were, but I took advantage of that,” Beau admitted with a soft expression on his face.
The twinkle in his blue eyes used to make my heart flutter. The evening stubble of his whiskers used to make my pussy throb thinking about his face trapped between my thighs. His tongue teasing my aching slit while I grabbed his blond hair and pushed him in further until I couldn’t get enough, and I’d climax, lost in his arms while we laughed. We would chat about life and everything we wanted to accomplish—all the plans we had and how we’d do it all together, but those days were over.
