I jumped off the sofa and stood in the middle of the living room. I faced him as the room whirled around me.
I won’t cry. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he’s hurt me.
Instead of crying, I screamed, “It’s another woman. Isn’t it? I know you too well. You’re sleeping with someone else!” Tears threatened to fall but I dug my fingernails into my palm, making a tight fist. “Who is she?”
Untouched Places (paranormal erotica) available from Decadent Publishing (www.decadentpublishing.com)