Page 35 of Retribution

“Oh, fuck,” I moan and lean forward, resting myself against her stomach. Both of us are panting, hot messes. It takes us a few moments of us being in that position before we can both get enough energy to move.

I slowly pull my body upwards, offering her help with my spare hand, to get down from the counter.

She accepts, taking hold of my hand as I pull her into an embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“If you’d like a shower, there is one in the en suite.”

She scowls at me, “Are you suggesting I need a shower?”

I stutter, “No, no I just meant–”

“Relax, I’m kidding!” She taps me on the shoulder and turns away, retreating to the master bathroom.

Picking up the wine to take to the bedroom, I walk in to find her struggling to work the shower.

“Need some help?”

She turns to me with confusion on her face.

“Why are all showers different? Shouldn’t it be universal to make it easier for everyone?” She whines.

Laughing, I lean in front of her, switching the dials to the correct temperature.

“How’s that?”

She tests the water with her hand, “Perfect.” She smiles, climbing inside and resting under the stream of water.

I once again find myself admiring her as she closes her eyes, her cute dimples prominent as she runs her hands over her hair, allowing the water to soak it.

Despite her reminding me so much of Allie, my conscience telling me my attraction was her similarity to her, I hadn’t even thought about her once.

Chapter 10

Indie

I wrap the plush towel tightly around myself and feel my body ache from the activities I’ve just participated in.

Reed is in the shower and I retreat to the luxurious bedroom.

The large king bed is branded with the gold ‘St. Regis’ detailing, a collection of accent pillows littered in gold and white crisp bed sheets, that seem to be calling my name. I look around the room, not an item out of place. Everything looks pristine, as does the rest of the suite.

Hearing the shower shut off, I enter the living room to find my clothes. The shower helped me sober up a little, but my mind is still in disarray.

I recount the events that have taken place, how it happened and how I’ve ended up here now. I don’t know where that side of me came from as I know I’ve never been so forward before.

I wasn’t like that with Scott.

Usually, our sex life consisted of however he wanted it and if I ever tried to take control, he would find some way to regain it.

With Reed, it was different. I can’t pinpoint how, but it just felt… right.

I don’t have any experience with sleeping with other men other than Scott, and now Reed. Maybe Scott was just terrible in bed?

There is something else though, I felt something. It was when he kissed me, it gripped me and drew me in, leaving me hungry and wanting more, feeling empty when he wasn’t kissing me. I can’t quite explain it, it feels like there is some sort of bond between us. It feels warm, comforting, and loving.

I look towards the cream couch, seeing the pillows and underwear sprawled all over the floor, clothes draped over the side and an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. I lean down to get my dress and find my thong that is now good for nothing. Well, I suppose you could say it was worth it.

Shuffling the dress over my now dry body, I pick up my purse from the other end of the couch, opening it to get my phone, requesting an Uber. It’s early hours in the morning, and I’m returning to work tomorrow evening, I need my sleep.

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