Page 20 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Thanks for being here for me. I mean it.”

He smiled and nodded before taking off. I watched him walk a few feet before pressing the button for the elevator. I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs, strip off these clothes, and climb back into bed with Cane. I’m not sure what was going on with us right now, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

I got up to our floor and realized I didn’t take a room key with me. I would have to knock and I hoped he wasn’t sleeping so soundly he wouldn’t hear me.

I got to the door and knocked. There was no answer at first and I heard voices coming from the TV. He must be awake, but maybe he was in the bathroom. I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. “Cane, are you there? It’s Lindsey.”

I heard him walk to the door and it clicked when he turned the handle. The door swung open and my heart began to pound in my chest.

There in the doorway was a woman about as tall as me with long straight jet-black hair. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a barely there t-shirt. Her make-up was caked on so heavy I thought she might be Tammy Faye Baker’s long-lost daughter. She was chewing gum and gave me the once too.

“Who are you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to peer over her shoulder to find Cane.

She snorted. “I’m Mrs. Stephens, who the fuck are you?”

11

LINDSEY

“Mrs. Who?” I asked, my voice high and shrill. In my head, I was telling myself not to freak out, but I couldn’t ignore the sense of dread that was increasing with each passing second.

The woman shifted in her thigh high black vinyl boots. “I’m Mrs. Stephens. You know, Cane Stephen’s wife.” She grinned smugly at my jaw-dropping reaction despite me doing my best not to let her get to me.

“He’s married?” I stammered and got up on my tiptoes to try to see past her. Where was that asshole? I wanted to claw his eyes out. Foolishly I was starting to fall for him. I should have known better.

She lifted her left hand and wiggled her ring finger, showing off the huge rock she had there. It must have been at least 5 carats. I threw up a little bit in my mouth, realizing I had slept with a married man. I was a lot of things, but a home wrecker wasn’t one of them.

“See?” She grinned and put her hand back down. “Didn’t he tell you about me?”

I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn’t find the words. Instead I shook my head. Nope, he’d failed to mention while he was fucking me that he had awife. Why hadn’t he called my cell or sent me a text to warn me so I wasn’t so humiliated. It was like he forgot I was even come back.

I was so angry now I was shaking. I wanted to turn around and leave, but I had nowhere to go and all my stuff was in his room. If he knew is wife was going to show up, why did he invite me to stay with him? Knowing that sick bastard he was probably hoping we would both sleep with him - at the same time!

“Well, what do you want?” she finally asked after we stood there for what seemed like forever staring at each other.

“My bags are in here. I came to get them.” I failed to mention the fact that only a few hours ago I was in there fucking her husband, but maybe she already figured that out. Cane’s reputation with the ladies was no secret.

“Destiny, who’s at the door?” I heard Cane call out from inside the room. I rolled my eyes; what kind of name was that for a grown woman. It was probably her stripper name.

“Cane!” I called out and leaned over to see around her. “I need my stuff and I’m gone.”

“You bet you’re gone,” the blonde bimbo muttered. I had never been in a catfight before but right now I was dying to reach out and start slapping the shit out of this woman. I had caught Cane with numerous different women on this tour and he slept with me. If I were her, I would leave his ass so fast and take him for all he’s worth.

Then it dawned on me; maybe they had that kind of marriage. I had heard of people having open marriages and maybe that was the price she was willing to pay for being Mrs. Cane Stephens. She probably was no stranger to shooing away the groupies.

I wasn’t a groupie though and I wasn’t about to be “shooed” away quietly.

I could finally see his tall frame start to approach the door. His black hair was damp from the shower and he was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees. He was barefoot and even thought I was raving mad at him, I had to admit he looked sexy as hell. Images of the sex we had early filled my head and my panties were immediately damp.

Damn him for having that effect on me!

“Lindsey,” he said, pushing his way past his wife. “I see you’ve met Destiny.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you tell her you were married?” Destiny piped up from behind him.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on me. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

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