Page 14 of Dead Bled Ringer
And they had been careful.
But not quite careful enough. The door was shut, but not locked.
My stomach dropped as I burst into the office and all the words died in my mouth.
Henry was grinding our therapist against her lovely color-coded filing cabinets, her neat and tidy skirt all bunched up around her waist, her elegant shirt buttons all popped open with her tits falling out.
“Oh, I got so hot thinking about you fucking all those other women,” she moaned in a voice most unlike her normal professional tones.
“You dirty whore,” he growled in her ear. “You’re such a nasty little freak. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you watch next time.”
He thrust inside her again as she groaned loudly, her face contorted with pleasure as my husband stroked his cock in and out.
“This is so wrong!” she squealed ecstatically. “You’re mypatient. I’m your doctor.”
My voice felt choked with rage, but I shoved the door open so hard it crashed against the wall.
“I want my money back,doctor,” I said. “Henry, we’re through.”
Then I spun around and left.
Why had I ever thought it would be different?
He wasnevergoing to stop cheating on me.
And finally, I was sick of it.
But I had barely made it out to the parking lot, when I felt a hard hand grab my arm.
“Don’t be a brat, Angelise,” Henry said sharply. “Come back in and let’s talk about this.”
“Talk about what?” I snapped. “Wasthatin your Action Plan for the day? Was that a Goal you met?”
A muscle twitched in Henry’s jaw, but for once it did nothing for me.
“Maybe if you were a more exciting lay, this wouldn’t happen.”
I jerked out of his grip. Even though the words stung, I was over trying to make this marriage work.
“I don’t care anymore. Go find all the exciting lays you want. I’m going to contact a divorce lawyer.”
Chapter Four
HUNTER
I crushed another can of beer between my fingers as I sat in the darkness of my trailer. The AC and heater here were shit and my trailer sat on a plot of bumpy land beside a dense, gnarled forest, but it had one thing going for it.
My brother didn’t know where I was.
I should get up, work on my motorcycle or truck, but I couldn’t do shit but sit here in the shadows and think about what an asshole I was.
How she must hate me
Chasing and playing with my sister-in-law had been the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life, but for her it would be the most sickening betrayal.
I’d stuck my cock in her under false pretenses. And she had only liked it because she thought I was Henry.
Fuck, this sucked.
