Page 50 of Indulgence
How much of his naked body did she see this morning?
“The woman from last night,” I hissed.
“Brooke?”
He stood from the bed, his morning wood on display. Something about him standing there naked, saying another woman’s name—a woman who was in our kitchen using it as if were her own—ticked me off.
“Yes,Brooke.” I spat her name as if it were acid on my tongue. “Put some clothes on. I’m going to tell her it’s time to leave.”
Everything was wrong. The air was thick with memories that flashed in my mind as I trekked down the hall. Women’s clothing littered the gleaming hardwood floors. Some of it was mine. Some of it was hers. I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
I had pulled my clothing off as I beelined for the bedroom, feminine giggling echoing behind me the whole way.
Why did I invite this woman into my bed?
Nauseousness rocked my stomach as if I was on a boat in the middle of an ocean while in a hurricane. As I reached the living room, the kids’ school pictures hanging on the wall stared back at me filled with judgment and disgrace.
I brought this woman into my house. What if the kids were coming home this morning? Or worse were home last night?
Clanking and scraping from the kitchen filled the air as I neared closer and closer.
What the hell was I going to say to this woman?
I didn’t remember every word we spoke last night, but I certainly remembered her mouth on me and mine on hers.
OMG! I had my mouth on a vagina last night!
I let another woman eat mine. While Matteo watched.
Matteo fuc—
Shut that shit down right now, Nat.
I needed to get this woman out of my house.
Brooke stood at the kitchen counter in a pair of panties and a shirt. I didn’t recognize either of them, so I guessed they were hers either from last night or she had them in her bag.
Toast popped up from the toaster and startled me. I squeaked, which drew Brooke’s attention to me. Her smile was bright.
“Good morning,” she greeted. “I thought I’d make you breakfast as a thanks for last night and for letting me crash here.”
Great, she was nice and thoughtful.
There went my whole be-a-bitch idea to get her to leave. Matteo joined us a moment later. Brooke’s eyes trailed over his shirtless chest—why the hell wasn’t he wearing a shirt?—and my hackles went up. I didn’t like the way she looked over his body as if she knew what he felt like inside her.
My blood pressure rose. My heart beat faster. Unjustified anger filled me at warped speed.
Calm down, Natalie.
This woman didn’t do anything I didn’t let her or invite her to do.
“Morning, Matteo.” Her voice was sultry and smooth like Sophia Bush’s, and it was enough to make me want to scream. I knew she was remembering how he fucked her last night. Her moans of pleasure assaulted my memory as she smiled at him.
“Morning,” Matteo said, taking a quick stock of the situation. I was five seconds from a freak out. He put his hands on my shoulders as he spoke to Brooke, and all I wanted to do was shrug them off. How could he touch me and speak to her as if everything was fine? Nothing was fine. It wasn’t okay. I was ready to go out of my mind.
What had we done?
I couldn’t even stand the thought of Matt’s hands on me at the moment.
