Page 88 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Another whistle followed. “Hey baby,” a man’s voice yelled but I didn’t even bother turning my head. “Leave that old fellow and let me show you some good time.”

Lachlan growled some more words and the guys scattered.

“You can get as many of those fuck me boots as you want,” his voice was deceptively sweet. “But you’ll only wear them in the bedroom when I fuck you.”

A sharp exhale left my lungs and my body immediately responded with wetness pooling between my thighs.

We were by his Land Rover, of course illegally parked, and he put me into the passenger seat. My dress was hiked up, my butt and panties almost completely exposed. He stared at my thighs and I swallowed hard. I wanted to open my thighs wide for him. Instead I pressed them tight together.

No, no, no.

Maybe drinking wasn’t a good idea. My brain wasn’t in control and my body was doing whatever it wanted. Lachlan came around the driver seat and put the car in drive.

“I could stay in my apartment here,” my voice came out breathless. With the effect of alcohol, I wanted him so bad, even though my heart hurt with his betrayal.

“No.”

He drove in silence and I scooted as close as possible to the window, staring out stubbornly. I needed distance from him and a whole hour in the car with him was not what I needed right now.

Images of Lachlan and Layla kept flashing in my head and it made me sick. Just like before except that night I saw images of Hunter and another woman. I broke into a cold sweat, feeling sick to my stomach. I cracked open the car window, early breathing fresh air.

Lachlan’s warm palm pressed against my cheek and I pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me,” I spat out and wrapped my arms around me. His gaze bore into me and I looked away.

It was all my fault. First Hunter, now Lachlan. I stared out into the dark night, not seeing anything, cold fresh air coming in.

I was so excited driving home after being away for a whole week. I couldn’t wait to surprise them. I moved heaven and hell to change my airline ticket. Then I rented the vehicle at the airport because I didn’t want to take a cab so late at night and I didn’t want to ask Hunter to pick me up and spoil it all. I couldn’t wait to see my baby and hold him when he woke up. Just the idea of holding him in my arms made me swell with happiness.

I sped down the highway after leaving the airport, going well over the legal limit. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw my mother’s vehicle. I thought it was odd she was there but didn’t think more into it. As I parked, I left everything in the car except my cell phone and quietly snuck into the house. I didn’t see anyone on the first floor, which I thought was odd. I placed my cell phone on the coffee table, then tiptoed up the stairs and my son’s room was the first one so I quietly went in there and saw him soundly asleep. I remembered lightly brushing my fingers through his hair. He was curled up, so I gently laid a blanket over him. I itched to wake him up and just hold him but knew it wasn’t right so I tucked the blanket around him and went to my bedroom.

The sounds of a woman moaning were my first clue but they didn’t register. I continued on towards my bedroom in the back of the house that had a door cracked open. The closer I got, the louder the moans were. Till I saw them.

My mother and Hunter!

I stood there frozen, watching them, their bodies tangled. I remembered feeling the need to throw up, but I just remained glued to my spot. They never even saw me.

In a trance, I turned around and left. I lingered in front of my son’s room for a few seconds wanting so badly to take him, but I didn’t want to wake him up and scare him. Everything in me screamed to take him along but I ignored it. So I decided to come back in the morning for him. I got into the car and drove off. I felt empty as I drove the rest of the night, crying alone, feeling betrayed by my own mother and husband.

In the morning, I drove back ready to move on but as I got closer to my home, smoke and fire greeted me. Part of my heart was burned to ashes that day.

I sat up abruptly, my breathing heavy and my skin covered in a cold sweat. Lachlan’s hands were gently shaking me and I met his grey eyes.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eve,” his face was close to me and watched me worried. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes now.”

I blinked my eyes, once, twice. My chest felt tight, just like it did when it all happened. My hands shook as I laid them on my chest, covering the necklace with my wedding rings. I wanted to bury my face into Lachlan’s neck but thoughts of him and Layla kept me staring at him, my possibility of the future slowly slipping away.

He watched me intently but I said nothing.

“Eve,” his voice was soft. “What is going on?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I won’t be cheated on.” I stared stubbornly at those grey eyes and my anger boiled in me.

“What are you talking about? Talk to me,” I heard frustration in his voice. “Let me in.”

It was as if he waited for something.

“No,” I didn’t recognize my voice. It belonged to a woman that had her heart pulled out of her chest.

We sat in dead silence, staring at each other.

“We are home,” he finally spoke and I just now realized we weren’t moving. I glanced out the window and took a deep breath.

It won’t be home for much longer,I thought to myself as I opened the car door. I didn’t bother waiting for him. I kept on walking when a familiar voice stopped me.

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