Page 30 of Illicit Heir

"You're a good daughter."

No. A good daughter would've won that money, I guiltily think, cursing myself again, that I could have had our problems fixed last night if only I had won.

"What's wrong?" Devin asks, but my pride returns. The last thing I want to do is remind him I'm upset about losing. So I shake my head and roll off of him. "Nothing. I'm going to go take a shower."

"I should join ya."

It's tempting, but I suddenly have the urge for a few minutes by myself to get a grip on this situation. So I point at him, ordering, "No, you stay here. My shower isn't that big."

"Trying to wash me off ya?" he teases.

I tilt my head. "Well, I'm not going to stay smelling like ya all day if that's what you're implying I should do."

"That's a shame, lass. Once I'm off of ya, you'll wish ya hadn't stepped foot in your shower," he arrogantly declares.

I roll my eyes, but a laugh comes out of me. "You're so full of yourself."

"I didn't hear ya complain last night, or this morning for that matter."

My cheeks turn to fire. I groan. "You're impossible." I escape into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I put my hands on the countertop and look in the mirror.

My heart races faster.

What the heck have I done?

I don't even know this guy.

Why am I feeling guilty?

I'm not a one-night-stand type of girl.

Maybe I should be since it was so good.

Stop it.

Why am I judging myself over what we did? It's not the Dark Ages.

Is it really a bad thing?

I sigh, turn on the shower, wait for the water to heat up, and get in. I quickly wash and condition my hair, pour soap on my loofah, then drag it all over my body.

I rinse, turn the water off, and step out of the shower. I dry off, wrap a towel around my head, and secure one around my body.

I open the door, and Devin's sitting on the bed with his back to me and his phone to his ear. He says, "We leave in thirty. Get moving." He hangs up.

My heart sinks. I knew this was coming. It was one night and never meant to be more. So why am I feeling so disappointed? It's not like we were going to live happily ever after.

Still, I can't help the sinking feeling in my gut. Maybe it's because he's so nonchalant about leaving.

I'm sure he has one-night stands all the time.

This is nothing new for him.

I'm not anything special. I'm just another lass he'll leave behind.

Jesus, why did I agree to let him touch me?

The thought of being a notch on his belt doesn't make me feel good about myself. As much as I hate to admit it, I want to be something special to him, but this is my reality.

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