Page 43 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

I was just heading back home and was almost to the door when Holly, my woman, was running out and jumped into another man’s arms.

There was a smile on both of their faces, and they looked at each other tenderly.

It was obvious they knew each other.

How long has this been going on?

She was in another man’s arms right now, looking happy to see him. When he opens the car door for her and takes off down the road, I just stare after it in shock.

I thought Holly was trustworthy.

How could we have been so wrong about her?

I head to the penthouse with anger bubbling.

Dylan is getting his coffee ready and gestures to a paper on the counter.

I read it and it says, “out to lunch, be back in a few hours, -H”

I crumple up the paper and toss it towards the trash.

“I just saw who she was out with. Some fucking guy. She was all smiles and hugging him like she never wanted to let him go,” I spit out.

Dylan stops what he’s doing and turns to me. “What are you talking about?”

“Holly! She was with some fucking guy just now. Took off in his car. She ran into his fucking arms,” I shout.

“There must be a reason,” Dylan says, trying to be reasonable.

I shake my head. “There is no way I was wrong about this. I know what I saw,” I snap.

Dylan wraps his arms around me. “We need to give her a chance to explain. We can’t just accuse her of anything,” he says calmly.

Of course, I know that, but all I can feel is the stabbing of my heart when I had seen another man wrap his arms around her.

“We have to give her the benefit of the doubt. Holly isn’t Helen; I’m sure there is an explanation,” Dylan says.

“I can’t just forget what I saw,” I grumble.

Easton comes out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asks, more alert once he sees the look on our faces.

“Holly is with some other guy right now,” I snap, and pull away from Dylan.

“You must be joking,” Easton says, not believing me.

“She fucking ran into his arms,” I shout. “What don’t you guys get? You aren’t that happy to see just anyone,” I yell, and storm out of the room to try to cool off before Holly gets home.

Dylan

I want to chase after Braxton so badly, but I know there is no getting through to him right now.

I turn to look at my other man to see what he thinks. “What is going on?” he asks, looking lost.

I tell him what Braxton says he saw, and the note Holly left, and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

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