Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Out of My League, Part 1
By Sharon Cummin
Copyright © 2017 Sharon Cummin
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Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and the age of 18 and older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Prologue
Cassie
I was sitting in my favorite chair, looking out at the lake, missing my husband. We'd owned our vacation home for two years, and I loved it. I'd always wanted a house on the lake, and Jeff had happily bought it for me. He was a good husband and made sure I always had everything I wanted and needed.
We had three kids, our newest being only a month old. Jeff had dropped everything and come to the lake the second I went into labor. He'd stayed for three days before hurrying back home for a very important business meeting.
Our full-time home was downstate in Bloomfield Hills. We'd bought that house only a few months after I'd met him. It was huge, and it was beautiful. Our house on the lake was only half the size, but I loved it just as much.
As soon as the weather began to warm the year before, I'd gone to the lake house with the two kids and stayed until the cool air arrived again. Jeff stayed home during the week and came up every weekend to be with us during that summer, and it was nice being with him all week during the winter months, even if he was always working. It was the best of both worlds.
When I found out I was pregnant with our third child, Jeff packed us up and moved us back to the lake house much earlier than he had the year before. It was still cold, but he'd made a good point when he said I wouldn't want to be moving when I was huge and tired.
Once I'd had the baby, I was ready to head home. I missed Jeff and hadn't seen him nearly as much that summer as I had the one before. His business was growing faster then ever, and he'd needed to be there to take care of things. When I mentioned coming home, he'd said he thought we should wait until the baby was at least a month old. He was always concerned. I agreed to give him that month but not a second more. It would be getting colder, and I would be beyond ready.
I hadn't seen Jeff once during that month. Each Friday, he'd call and say that he had to fly out to meet a client or that he had meetings at home and wouldn't be able to drive up. By the fourth Friday, I was done. We should have been heading home for the winter, but we weren't even close. I looked over after hanging up the phone from hearing him tell me yet again that he wouldn't be there. Two of the kids were playing with their toys, and the nanny was feeding the baby.
Our nanny's name was Susan, and she'd been with us since I'd had our first child three years before. We'd quickly become friends, and I enjoyed having her around. It wasn't that I was lonely, I just missed my husband and was ready to be home with him.
If he knew I was driving home without him, he'd have a problem with it. He'd say that it wasn't safe for two women to be traveling with three kids, so I didn't tell him. He was a great husband and always worried for our family's safety. Susan knew how Jeff felt about things, and I didn't want anything to mess with my plan, so I didn't tell her either. I was taking the kids, and we were going home. Jeff was very busy, and it would save him time. I knew he'd be happy about it in the long run.
After everyone else had gone to bed, I quietly packed a bag for each of the kids and myself, filling them with things I'd want us to have at home for the winter. Once the bags were in the car, I went to bed myself.
Early the next morning, I asked Susan to get the kids ready, telling her we were going to head out for the day to see some things I'd miss while I was gone. She strapped the kids in while I put our purses in the back with the other bags I'd put in the night before. Susan had more than enough clothes at home, and Jeff would give her an allowance for anything she'd left behind at the lake. He'd just be happy to have us home.
We'd been on the road for over an hour when she finally looked over at me.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
I didn't say anything at first, but then she asked again. There was a nervousness in her tone. She knew where we were, I was sure of it.
“Home,” I answered, as I looked over for just a moment to watch for her reaction.
Her head turned toward me immediately. I knew she'd be worried about Jeff. She wouldn't want him to be upset with her.
“He's not going to be mad at you,” I said. “I know he's all about protecting us, but I couldn't wait another moment. I want to be home with him. He'll be happy that we're saving him the time of coming to help us.”
“You haven't brought anything with you,” she said. “Don't you think we should go back and pack some things?”
“No,” I said. “I have a few things for each of the kids. I'll go shopping when we get there and get what they need. He should have come and gotten us when he was supposed to.”
“He was working,” she snapped out.
That wasn't like her, and neither was the fidgeting she'd been doing since the moment I'd told her.
“I think we should go back,” she said.
“I don't,” I said. “What's going on?”
“Nothing,” she answered with a shrug.
“Susan,” I said. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” she answered. “I just don't want to upset Jeff.”
“He's not going to let you go, if that's what you think,” I said. “He knows you're more than just a nanny to me. You're my friend.”
We drove quietly for the next two hours. Susan spent most of the time looking out the window.
“Do you think we could stop?” she asked. “I want to grab my purse from the back.”
“We're almost there,” I said. “I'd rather not. I want to get home.”
“You haven't told him you're coming home?” she asked.
“I wanted to surprise him,” I said. “I can't wait to see his face. He's going to be so happy to see us. The man has been working way too hard.”
“Maybe you should let him know once you're almost there,” she said. “I'm sure he'll want to know so he can be sure there's food and things for the kids.”
“He's at work,” I said. “It's not like he's going to be able to send someone shopping in the next little bit anyway. When he gets home from work, I want to be settled in and ready to spend time with him.”
Susan shook her head, but she didn't think I'd seen her. With every mile I drove, I began to wonder what she was so worried about. I'd already told her that Jeff wouldn't blame her for us coming home. Other than that, she shouldn't have had any other concerns.
I rounded the bend and then turned onto our street feeling so excited to almost be there. While I loved the lake house, I also loved the home Jeff had bought us to raise our family in. The kids would have more r
oom to play. Susan would sign them up for their activities again. I would be able to meet up with a few friends for shopping and drinks. I turned into our driveway and began driving by all of the trees and landscaping that added perfectly to our beautiful home. When I came to the top of the hill and looked in front of me, I saw Jeff's car and couldn't help the excitement that filled me. He was home. What were the chances that I'd find him there? He was always at the office until well after dark.
Knowing he was going to be there when I opened that door had me moving a bit faster. He was going to be so happy to see us, after his initial shock wore off and his speech about our safety was over of course.
I flung my door open and headed for the front door to find my husband. Jeff had taken my key for the house when he was there earlier in the month, something about the locks. When I lifted my hand and knocked hard on the door, I looked back to see Susan grabbing her phone from her purse and quickly pushing buttons. The door opened, and I quickly turned back.
“I'm so happy,” I began, but stopped frozen.
It wasn't Jeff, and it wasn't our housekeeper either. She was who I'd originally thought would be there. In front of me stood Jeff's personal assistant. That wouldn't have been that strange, except for the fact that her normal business suit had been replaced with a robe, my robe.
“Cassie,” she said in a surprised tone, as she took a step back.
“Come on, baby,” I heard his voice before he rounded the corner. “I'm not done with you yet.”
The second his eyes landed on me, he stopped for just a second before quickly pulling his shit together and moving toward me.
“Cassie,” he said, as he reached out for me.
“Don't,” I snapped, as I quickly stepped back and put my hands up in front of me.
I stood still, looking between the two of them, not believing what I was seeing. His short, dark hair was a mess from fingers running through it. It looked exactly as it always did when my fingers had been there. They both looked as if they'd just been thoroughly fucked. The feeling that ran through me was like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life. What they'd just done wasn't the same as what Jeff had ever shared with me. He was always careful and soft with me. It was always as if it had been planned out perfectly. What they'd just done was not the same. I could tell. I could see it written all over their faces.
“I can't believe this,” I said in almost a whisper.
Erica, that was her name, stepped back one step at a time, leaving the two of us alone at the door. The kids were still in the car, and I knew Susan hadn't taken one step toward us either.
“How could you?” I asked, as tears began to slip from the corners of my eyes.
“It's not what you think,” he said.
“It's not?” I asked, as I shook my head from side to side. “So, you didn't just get done fucking your assistant then. Oh wait, did something get on her clothes and yours? Is that what happened? You had to change into robes while you cleaned your clothes. Please tell me you have something better than that.”
“Cassie,” he said, as he reached out again to grab my arm. “Come inside so we can talk.”
“Do not touch me, Jeff,” I spat out. “I was up north with our three kids, one of them being only one month old, and you were here, fucking your damn assistant.”
“You know I don't want you driving down alone. Why did you?” he demanded.
“Really?” I yelled louder than I ever had at him before. “You're going to try and turn this on me. I don't think so. I wasn't alone. I had Susan with me.”
Jeff looked over my shoulder at Susan, and I didn't miss the glare he shot her way.
“Shit,” I whispered.
Then I turned around and looked at her.
“You knew,” I said, as more tears fell. “You knew they were together. That was why you wanted so damn badly to pull over and get your purse. You were going to warn him.”
“Cassie,” Susan said, as she took a step forward.
I shook my head no.
“I thought we were friends,” I said.
“We are,” she said, as she took another step.
“No,” I said. “I would never do what you've done. How long have you known?”
Without giving her a moment to respond, I turned back to Jeff.
“How long has this been going on?” I demanded.
“You're being ridiculous,” he said. “You've been up north for months.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. “Does that give you the right? You were the one that sent me up there earlier than I wanted to go.”
I moved forward to step into the house, and he grabbed my arm hard to pull me back. That was something he'd never done before. Jeff had never put his hands on me in an aggressive way before.
“Let me go,” I said.
“Let her go, Jeff,” Erica said from behind him in a nervous tone.
His hand released my arm, and I looked down to see the print from his fingers lingering on my skin. Then I took a few steps in and stopped when I saw it. There were woman things everywhere. I saw shoes on the floor, coats on the rack, keys on the stand, and clothes along the floor. It wasn't just a few things. There were many. They hadn't just hooked up. She was staying there, in my home, with my husband.
“Cassie,” she whispered. “Did you say one month old?”
“Yes,” I said. “That is exactly what I said. I don't know how you can sleep at night knowing the man you're fucking has a wife and three kids. You are such a bitch.”
“Do not speak to Erica that way,” Jeff snapped.
“I didn't know,” she whispered. “I didn't know about the baby.”
“But you knew about the other two,” I snapped. “You are evil.”
When Jeff took a step toward me, I took a step to the side and walked by him.
“She didn't know about the baby,” I said, more to myself than to him. “You were hiding me. That was why you took me up north early. You didn't want her to know I was pregnant.”
“Cassie,” he snapped. “Don't be so dramatic.”
“How long,” I snapped back. “Tell me right now, Jeff.”
“Over a year,” I heard Erica whisper from behind him.
“You've been fucking her and sleeping with me at the same time,” I said. “I won't say fucking. You never did that with me. I can't believe you.”
I walked out the door and down the porch steps.
“Where do you think you're going?” he yelled from behind me.
“As far away from you as I can get,” I yelled back.
Susan looked up at me, and I shook my head.
“Cassie,” she said. “Let me come with you. Someone has to take care of the kids.”
“You'll stay here,” Jeff snapped. “You work for me. If she leaves here, she does it alone.”
“I don't want her anyway. She's no friend of mine,” I said, as I reached up above my head and flipped him the bird.
“You won't be gone long,” he yelled out with a laugh. “You'll never make it without me. Who will buy your fancy clothes and give you money to waste on stupid shit?”
I opened the door, got in, slammed it closed, and pulled back down the driveway without ever looking his way.
“Where are we going?” my little girl asked from the back seat, as I started down the road we'd driven in on not long before.
I thought about her question. Where were we going? I honestly had no idea.
Chapter 1
Cassie
I really didn't have many friends, none that I could count on anyway. Every single one of them knew Jeff. Our husbands were friends. I'd met them all through him. Any friends I'd had before I met him were long gone. I'd pulled away from each of them, and I'd done it for him.
My parents and grandma were the closest family to me, but I didn't want to go to them. There was no way. Not one of them was a fan of Jeff. It was actually the complete opposite. My mom and dad did a great job of not saying mean things about him,
and they welcomed him whenever he'd actually gone with me to see them, but there was no hiding the irritated looks they shot his way when he wasn't looking. My grandma was the only one that didn't hold her tongue. She told it like it was, and she did it right in front of him. She was the only one to ever pull me aside and tell me I'd made a huge mistake. After my grandpa died, my grandma had moved in with my parents. If I walked through their door in the state I was in, I knew I wouldn't be able to take what they'd give me, especially her. Like I said, she wouldn't keep her thoughts to herself. I needed time to think through what I'd just walked in on, and going to them to do it wasn't an option.
I turned onto the freeway and drove. It didn't matter where I ended up, I just needed to put as many miles between my husband and the four of us as I could. My phone had been going off for over an hour before I'd finally pulled over for gas, a bathroom break, and to feed the kids. It wasn't until we were back in the car that I finally checked my phone. There were messages letting me know that I'd made a mistake. He hadn't slept with her. I was going to be sorry. The last one made me think.
Jeff: Where are you going?
The asshole was tracking my phone. He had to be. Something in his wording had me convinced. Had he ever done that before? I quickly pulled up the settings and shut my location off. Then I put the phone on vibrate. My eyes landed on the ring on my finger, the one my husband had given me when he'd promised to love me forever, and I felt sick. I pulled it off of my finger, shoved it and my phone into my purse, and got back on the road, putting even more miles between us.
I thought back to the day I'd met Jeff. I was going to the University of Michigan and majoring in business. Why? I wasn't sure. It wasn't that I was a fan of business. It was more like pulling a major out a hat. I had no intention of working my life away. That wasn't me. Everyone around me had drive and passion for something specific, but I didn't.
My dad, brother, and dad's best friend were all professional baseball players turned business owners. My mom and her best friend worked in those businesses. Even the daughter of their best friends was driven. She loved baseball, and since she couldn't play it professionally, which she would have if she could have, she started a little place for kids to go play ball and be part of a team. I'd never seen it, but she was happy with it. She'd also married my brother. Her little brother, who was adopted, was a tech head. He'd stayed locked in his room for hours at a time. Everyone around me had a plan. I had one too. I was going to find a man that could take care of me. That was my dream. I'd be the beautiful wife that would be home with the kids and the house and be ready for her man when he came home after a long day at the office.
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