more than I already have.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I won’t.”
Searing pain seeped into Cassie’s heart. The harder she pushed for answers, the less clarity came. There couldn’t be more reasons to the divorce. She refused to believe that. They’d been happy. Hadn’t they? Or had she taken steps along the contented path on her own?
“Well, maybe there are things I’m no longer willing to do for you either,” Shay cooed.
Leo turned to his girlfriend, hitting her with a confident stare that spoke of his disbelief. “You need to stay out of it.”
Shay crossed her arms over her chest. “While I’m staying out of it, there’s something you’ll be staying out of too.” A feral smirk tilted her lips. “My pussy.”
“Thanks for the clarification, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t have figured out what you meant otherwise.” He turned back to Cassie and shrugged. “Look, this is your life and your marriage. I’m not going to dictate what you should do. But I need to respect T.J.’s decision.” He grabbed her hand, kissed her knuckles and released his hold just as quickly. “I hope you can work it out.”
He walked away, his heavy steps echoing through the club before he disappeared behind the door leading downstairs.
“So where do we go from here?” Shay stepped into Cassie’s vision, shattering her concentration.
“ We don’t go anywhere.” These women were lovely. Without encouragement, they’d befriended her and helped to pick her up after the humiliation downstairs. “Thank you both for being so kind to me. I appreciate it.”
It was time to leave. Her mind was filled with fog, her heart torn in two from the emotional blows too numerous to recall. She needed to get home and lick her wounds. To see if she could pick herself back up and return to the battlefield when she now had no clue who or what her enemy was.
“Don’t listen to him.” Shay waved a hand toward the doorway Leo had fled behind. “Whatever happens, he’ll get over it.”
“Shay, maybe you should stay out of it.” Zoe came to stand beside Cassie. “I can help where possible.”
“No.” Cassie strode for the bar and snatched the wig off the counter. She tugged it back on and stared at her reflection in the mirror, instantly wanting to scratch the itch from her scalp. “Both of you should stay out of it. The last thing I want to do is undermine T.J.”
She turned and gave them a fake smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Zoe approached and helped position the wig back in place. “Do you have a plan?”
Cassie shook her head. She didn’t have anything. Apparently, she didn’t even have the real reason why T.J. wanted a divorce. “I have determination. And for now, that’s all I need.”
Chapter Ten
Three days later, Cassie was still numb as she drove home from the supermarket. She’d spent every waking moment trying to figure out what could’ve caused the need for a divorce if it hadn’t been the assault in the sex club. There was no answer. Not even a clue. And even worse, she didn’t have a plan to win T.J. back either.
At least she was eating again. Her lack of appetite had fallen prey to the need to binge, and she currently had a car full of junk food.
Soon she’d need to accept that her husband wasn’t coming back. No matter how much he still loved her. His stubborn streak was going to win, and she was going to end up alone.
She turned onto her street and eased off the accelerator at the sight of an unfamiliar car parked in her driveway. She wasn’t prone to fits of apprehension over foreign vehicles, but after T.J. had surprised her with the divorce, she was skeptical of any strangers that came to visit.
Her fingers skimmed the garage clicker and she pressed the button to open the door. As she passed the vehicle to her left, she glimpsed long dark hair. A woman. Great. Maybe today’s surprise would be sponsored by a pregnant mistress or jealous girlfriend.
Pulling
Searing pain seeped into Cassie’s heart. The harder she pushed for answers, the less clarity came. There couldn’t be more reasons to the divorce. She refused to believe that. They’d been happy. Hadn’t they? Or had she taken steps along the contented path on her own?
“Well, maybe there are things I’m no longer willing to do for you either,” Shay cooed.
Leo turned to his girlfriend, hitting her with a confident stare that spoke of his disbelief. “You need to stay out of it.”
Shay crossed her arms over her chest. “While I’m staying out of it, there’s something you’ll be staying out of too.” A feral smirk tilted her lips. “My pussy.”
“Thanks for the clarification, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t have figured out what you meant otherwise.” He turned back to Cassie and shrugged. “Look, this is your life and your marriage. I’m not going to dictate what you should do. But I need to respect T.J.’s decision.” He grabbed her hand, kissed her knuckles and released his hold just as quickly. “I hope you can work it out.”
He walked away, his heavy steps echoing through the club before he disappeared behind the door leading downstairs.
“So where do we go from here?” Shay stepped into Cassie’s vision, shattering her concentration.
“ We don’t go anywhere.” These women were lovely. Without encouragement, they’d befriended her and helped to pick her up after the humiliation downstairs. “Thank you both for being so kind to me. I appreciate it.”
It was time to leave. Her mind was filled with fog, her heart torn in two from the emotional blows too numerous to recall. She needed to get home and lick her wounds. To see if she could pick herself back up and return to the battlefield when she now had no clue who or what her enemy was.
“Don’t listen to him.” Shay waved a hand toward the doorway Leo had fled behind. “Whatever happens, he’ll get over it.”
“Shay, maybe you should stay out of it.” Zoe came to stand beside Cassie. “I can help where possible.”
“No.” Cassie strode for the bar and snatched the wig off the counter. She tugged it back on and stared at her reflection in the mirror, instantly wanting to scratch the itch from her scalp. “Both of you should stay out of it. The last thing I want to do is undermine T.J.”
She turned and gave them a fake smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Zoe approached and helped position the wig back in place. “Do you have a plan?”
Cassie shook her head. She didn’t have anything. Apparently, she didn’t even have the real reason why T.J. wanted a divorce. “I have determination. And for now, that’s all I need.”
Chapter Ten
Three days later, Cassie was still numb as she drove home from the supermarket. She’d spent every waking moment trying to figure out what could’ve caused the need for a divorce if it hadn’t been the assault in the sex club. There was no answer. Not even a clue. And even worse, she didn’t have a plan to win T.J. back either.
At least she was eating again. Her lack of appetite had fallen prey to the need to binge, and she currently had a car full of junk food.
Soon she’d need to accept that her husband wasn’t coming back. No matter how much he still loved her. His stubborn streak was going to win, and she was going to end up alone.
She turned onto her street and eased off the accelerator at the sight of an unfamiliar car parked in her driveway. She wasn’t prone to fits of apprehension over foreign vehicles, but after T.J. had surprised her with the divorce, she was skeptical of any strangers that came to visit.
Her fingers skimmed the garage clicker and she pressed the button to open the door. As she passed the vehicle to her left, she glimpsed long dark hair. A woman. Great. Maybe today’s surprise would be sponsored by a pregnant mistress or jealous girlfriend.
Pulling
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