Page 10 of Shattered Union

She beams at me. “Try them on,” she urges me. “Let me know which ones you like, I’m going to start dinner.” She glances down at my dick that’s straining against my pants. “You can thank me once we’ve eaten.”

Damn it. That fucking sweet as fuck smile on her face has me wanting to haul her back and have my way with her. But I leave her be and do as she asks. I laugh when I see she bought me sweatpants and T-shirts.

She wants me to be comfortable in her home. Fuck. What am I going to do with her? I never expected to find a woman I’d want to spend my life with. Not after everything with Zoe, but here I am, in a dilemma. Married to a fucking viper while falling in love with the sweetest woman that ever graced this earth’s surface.

There’s no way I’m leaving Callie. That’s never going to happen. She’s mine. I just hope when the shit hits the fan with Zoe, and it always does, Callie and I will come out the other side.

3

Callie

"You should buy this." Ava grins as she holds up a skimpy nightie. "Your fella would be all over you."

I shake my head at her. She knows no boundaries. I continue to browse through the bras and panties. Picking out the ones I like. "Don't need that," I mutter, trying and failing to hide my smile.

She holds up another nightie, this one bright blue and silky. I shake my head, but she looks it over and shrugs before browsing through the selection and picking up her size. "Bet you don't," she giggles. "It's been almost a month and you've barely come up for air."

"It's still new," I tell her. "But I'm liking where it's going."

She watches me closely. "Well fuck me," she whisper shouts and the sales woman scowls at her. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

I nod, there's no point in lying to her. She always sees straight through me.

"This is great." She rushes over to me and pulls me into a hug, her arms filled with clothes, making the hug awkward. "I didn't think you'd let anyone get close to you again, not after Keith."

I shudder at his name. God, he taught me a lot, none of it good. I push her away, and she laughs.

"I'm just worried, I can't put my finger on why I feel this way, but I'm scared he's not who he says he is."

"Trust your gut, Callie. It'll never steer you wrong." She glances at her phone. "Ugh, it's almost time for me to go home and get ready for work." She gives me a mock scowl. "You're so lucky you don't have to work."

I glare at her. This is something I get a lot. Being so young and having a thriving business takes a hell of a lot of work and yet, my best friend sees me shopping and not at the pub all the time and she thinks I'm lazy.

"Let's pay for these," I say, no longer in the mood to shop.

Her shoulders slump as she worries her lip between her teeth. She doesn't say a word, just walks up to the cash register.

Once we're done, she pulls me into a hug. "I've got to go. I'll call you later."

"Sure, see you soon." My tone not unfriendly but I'm still pissed off.

Her steps falter, but she keeps her head high. "Love you, Callie."

"Same," I reply truthfully. Just because she pisses me off like nobody's business, she's still my best friend and always will be.

I decide to take my mind off things and have a stroll through the shopping centre, not really needing anything but not wanting to go home just yet. I mindlessly browse through the dozens of shops and buy nothing.

"God," I hear sneered, and I glance in the direction of the voice and see five girls surrounding another girl. "You're so fucking ugly."

I glare at the cheeky bitch. How dare she talk to anyone like that? I step closer, getting ready to intervene. No one should be treated this way. There's nothing worse than a bully.

I get closer and recognise the girl who seems to be the ringleader, Marie. She's sixteen, that much I'm sure of. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Her mam, Leeane, is a bitch also, she constantly seeks married men to fuck and then flaunts it in the wives faces.

"Chloe, did you really think we'd be friends with you?" one of the other girls says. Her lips are twisted into a snarl.

The girl in question is standing with her arms hanging loosely at her sides, her head down in defeat, but I can see the tears sliding down her face.

God. Why the hell are girl's bitches?

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