engaged in this entertaining pastime before?
Moments after the thought crossed her mind, the things she was seeing became the opposite of fun.
While drooling over the picture, she had disregarded the date.
Apparently, the blog was not exaggerating the claim of ‘Right Now.’
The picture of Jack with his arm curved around the beautiful brunette had been snapped earlier in the evening.
This evening.
Stunned, she stared across at the blank, black television screen, then back down to the vivid laptop screen to recheck the date.
When the ugly fact was conclusive, she opened another tab and typed ’Leanna Miranda Gavin.’
For several minutes, she scrolled pictures of the woman who was, of course, a lingerie model. To see this incredibly beautiful woman clad as scantily as Jack had obviously seen her only doubled the pain.
Restraining the urge to throw the laptop at the wall, she surged from the sofa and with one arm swept the basket of remotes from the sofa table. They bounced along the area rug and clattered to the vinyl wood floor.
Thinking back over some of the flirtatious texts over the last several days, she reanalyzed them wondering if she was reading too much into the wireless words. She thought of past times, of flirting with Clayton, or any of the other guys, with no care of what she was doing. They didn’t mean anything to her, so she treated them all the same. Did she not mean anything to Jack?
Was he just playing the same word games she often had with the opposite sex? Was he just kissing or accepting a kiss when it felt right in the moment with no want of where it could lead?
These lunatic ravings sent her pacing the floor and when she stopped before the entertainment shelf system, another rake of her arm sent DVD’s flying to the floor. Spying her phone, she threw it too so she wouldn’t give into her lunacy and call him.
~♫♪♫~
Standing under a hot shower, she struggled to find a calm place in her mixed up mind.
Yes, he seemed anal for kissing her as he had–first a tender fortifying kiss, and next a hot passionate kiss– then going out on the town with his ex so soon after landing in LA.
But, that didn’t have to change her plan. It only meant it was time to step up her game.
Maybe she wasn’t an underwear model, but she had two very strong things going for her.
First, she and Jack were connected by a son. A son who was a miniature version of him, no less.
Number two, she wanted him, and he had wanted her at one point if his speech at the hospital in Tristan’s empty room could be believed.
He just needed convincing that he still wanted her and that it made sense for them to raise their child together.
Draping her towel on a hook, she wrapped in her robe, checked on Tristan, and went to retrieve her phone.
Carefully, she considered what she was about to do. Retracing the hall to her room, she thought it over and it seemed sound. Dropping to her bed, she began the text.
Go ahead with setting me and Joel up
Sent 10:50pm
The text itself was as dirty a trick as what the words would set into motion.
Thankfully, Olivia was working and would not be able to immediately call with curious questions.
A few days ago, Marissa had fulfilled her promise confiding everything about Jack to her friend. Giving no steamy details, she confessed the best sex of her life five years ago and finally stopped with the two kisses at the hospital and their current phone relationship. Fiercely loyal, Olivia had been angered to hear of Jack’s initial harsh reaction to the news of Tristan, yet as a true romantic and a best friend, she was pulling for a love connection between them.
Pulling back the spread, Marissa sandwiched herself in the bed and was about to dock her phone in the charger when it sounded with a text.
RUSS
u awake?
11:55 PM
Dropping it into the dock, she shut off the light, but her eyes wouldn’t close and she lay staring into the dark for what
Moments after the thought crossed her mind, the things she was seeing became the opposite of fun.
While drooling over the picture, she had disregarded the date.
Apparently, the blog was not exaggerating the claim of ‘Right Now.’
The picture of Jack with his arm curved around the beautiful brunette had been snapped earlier in the evening.
This evening.
Stunned, she stared across at the blank, black television screen, then back down to the vivid laptop screen to recheck the date.
When the ugly fact was conclusive, she opened another tab and typed ’Leanna Miranda Gavin.’
For several minutes, she scrolled pictures of the woman who was, of course, a lingerie model. To see this incredibly beautiful woman clad as scantily as Jack had obviously seen her only doubled the pain.
Restraining the urge to throw the laptop at the wall, she surged from the sofa and with one arm swept the basket of remotes from the sofa table. They bounced along the area rug and clattered to the vinyl wood floor.
Thinking back over some of the flirtatious texts over the last several days, she reanalyzed them wondering if she was reading too much into the wireless words. She thought of past times, of flirting with Clayton, or any of the other guys, with no care of what she was doing. They didn’t mean anything to her, so she treated them all the same. Did she not mean anything to Jack?
Was he just playing the same word games she often had with the opposite sex? Was he just kissing or accepting a kiss when it felt right in the moment with no want of where it could lead?
These lunatic ravings sent her pacing the floor and when she stopped before the entertainment shelf system, another rake of her arm sent DVD’s flying to the floor. Spying her phone, she threw it too so she wouldn’t give into her lunacy and call him.
~♫♪♫~
Standing under a hot shower, she struggled to find a calm place in her mixed up mind.
Yes, he seemed anal for kissing her as he had–first a tender fortifying kiss, and next a hot passionate kiss– then going out on the town with his ex so soon after landing in LA.
But, that didn’t have to change her plan. It only meant it was time to step up her game.
Maybe she wasn’t an underwear model, but she had two very strong things going for her.
First, she and Jack were connected by a son. A son who was a miniature version of him, no less.
Number two, she wanted him, and he had wanted her at one point if his speech at the hospital in Tristan’s empty room could be believed.
He just needed convincing that he still wanted her and that it made sense for them to raise their child together.
Draping her towel on a hook, she wrapped in her robe, checked on Tristan, and went to retrieve her phone.
Carefully, she considered what she was about to do. Retracing the hall to her room, she thought it over and it seemed sound. Dropping to her bed, she began the text.
Go ahead with setting me and Joel up
Sent 10:50pm
The text itself was as dirty a trick as what the words would set into motion.
Thankfully, Olivia was working and would not be able to immediately call with curious questions.
A few days ago, Marissa had fulfilled her promise confiding everything about Jack to her friend. Giving no steamy details, she confessed the best sex of her life five years ago and finally stopped with the two kisses at the hospital and their current phone relationship. Fiercely loyal, Olivia had been angered to hear of Jack’s initial harsh reaction to the news of Tristan, yet as a true romantic and a best friend, she was pulling for a love connection between them.
Pulling back the spread, Marissa sandwiched herself in the bed and was about to dock her phone in the charger when it sounded with a text.
RUSS
u awake?
11:55 PM
Dropping it into the dock, she shut off the light, but her eyes wouldn’t close and she lay staring into the dark for what
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