Page 67 of Girls Night
“Come on, baby. Let go,” Hadley purred, pressing the bullet harder against Raya’s clit. “Come for me, Raya.”
Raya’s body detonated.
She screamed, unable to handle the sweet form of torture.
Hadley caught her just as her legs gave out. Wrapping her arms around Raya, she went down with her to the floor, kissing her forehead.
“That’s my girl.”
Raya turned and kissed her, finally understanding all the feelings she harbored for Hadley.
She wasn’t sure when it happened, but she had fallen in love with her.
* * *
Raya sat at Hadley’s desk while she attended a conference call. Two hours they had locked themselves away in her office, fucking every second of it. On the desk, in front of the window, on her couch. Hell, even the floor.
Hadley had left, leaving Raya with a silly grin on her face and a new pair of diamond earrings in her ears.
She was in love.
In love with Hadley Hamilton.
Where did that leave Brandon?
She didn’t know.
What she did know, though, was that she was head over heels in love with Hadley. It was a different love. Now that she thought about it, Brandon was the first person who really gave her attention.
But Hadley was right. She always looked out for him, but did he ever do the same for her?
She didn’t need anyone else to answer her.
She knew the answer.
Now Raya was dressed again in her coat, doing the research her laptop wouldn’t allow her to do. She was going to have to get a new computer of her own soon.
Running her toes along the cold floor, she wrote down a few of the things she was finding. She had needed to come up with a good background for a priceless painting that was misplaced in the story she was working on. She hadn’t realized how much went into the preservation of old art. One internet search led to another, and twenty minutes later, she was finally getting some good stuff to put into her story.
Accidentally minimizing the internet, a folder on Hadley’s desktop caught her eye.
B. White.
“What is this?” she murmured. She felt nauseated, because she already knew the file was about her husband.
She knew she shouldn’t click on it. This was Hadley’s work computer. What if it was someone else with the same first initial and last name as Brandon? White was a common name, and so was the first initial B. There were plenty of names that started with the letter B.
To prove that it had nothing to do with her husband, she clicked on the folder, and what she found gutted her.
Proof of all his thievery. This, Raya already knew about, and still hadn’t come to terms with it.
But the rest left her floored.
Her dear husband didn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants.
Apparently, he didn’t know about the cameras around the building. If he had, he didn’t care. Kissing a few random women who’d met him in the building for whatever reasons. Even a video in what looked to be a copier room where she watched him fuck some woman against the wall.
Her stomach clenched as she watched him. She clicked on video after video, finding her unfaithful husband with countless amounts of women.
