by C S COURT
“Erm, I was going to get us breakfast and come join you back in bed.” I say, as I try to wiggle back to the edge.
I stop when he tightens his hold. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Not so fast woman. Where’s my kiss?” I roll my eyes but kiss him anyway, feeling myself dampen as he deepens the kiss.
To my frustration he pulls back at the last second, just as I’m ready to pounce on him.
His eyes open and hold my gaze. “Ring down and ask for some to be brought up, the get that cute butt of yours back over here and on my cock.” Despite his words turning me on, I really do want to go for a walk and wake myself up. I feel groggy and need the fresh air after the lack of sleep I have had.
“I won’t be long. I promise.” I jump up quickly, giggling when he stretches to reach for me and misses.
“Fine, but if you take too long I’ll have to come looking for you, and I won’t be gentle if I do.”
I shiver at the promise behind his words, knowing exactly what to do now. I’m going to take a nice long stroll and make him drag his arse up to find me.
“Okay.” I rush off, listening to his sleepy laugh and sighing in happiness.
I find the jeans and vest top I was wearing last night, and throw it on, then hurry my way down to the lobby, not liking the feeling that has made it’s way to my chest from leaving him.
I really have fallen hook, line and sinker for this man.
As I step out of the front doors, I look about. Attempting to make a quick decision on where to grab a light breakfast.
I spot a sign advertising ‘Thorntons’ on a billboard, the idea of a chocolate filled breakfast makes my stomach grumble, and I remember there was a store just around the corner.
I pretty much run all the way, picking up two hot chocolates with extra cream, two egg and bacon paninis and a very enticing looking double chocolate brownie, luckily with no queue in the store.
Despite being starving and eager to dig in to it, I opt to take it back up to Hunter, the thought of us naked, snuggling and munching away together is far too hard to resist, no matter how enticing this food smells.
I walk through the lobby doors twenty minutes later with a goofy grin on my face.
The bag carrying our food is on my right arm and in my left hand I have the two hot drinks in a cardboard drinks holder.
Spotting Ryan, and the panicked look he throws my way when he spots me walking in, I head slowly towards him, intrigued as to what could be causing him to look at me that way, and sending him a questioning look in return as I approach.
I just about reach him, and the smartly dressed redhead standing at the counter, when he waves his hand in a gesture for me to stop.
I truly am perplexed. Maybe he is dealing with a tenant, and it’s confidential.
Yeah, that must be it. What other alternative could there really be? He’s worried I’ll over hear something I shouldn’t.
I start to step back, wanting to offer them some privacy but halt in my tracks at her words.
The earth seems to stop spinning. My chest tightens and I drop the hot drinks to the floor with an almighty crash, as I grip my chest and tug on it.
No way. No. She has to have that wrong. She can’t mean who I think she means.
I stand there frozen to the spot as the woman spins and shouts in my direction without once looking at me.
She is more pertubed by the hot chocloate that has splashed up the back of white dress slacks.
The lucky cow is a natural beauty.
Red hair, that frames her face and ends at her shoulders, a vivid green fitted shirt, that is open to the middle of her cleavage, and is tucked in to her white tailored trousers, matching green dolly shoes and a white and green striped clutch purse.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she had stepped out the cover of ‘Vogue,’ She reeks class, power and money, and is the perfect fit to the world I was starting think of as my own.
“Oh lord, What on earth do you think you are doing? Are you the help? If so I want you fired this instance. These are £300 Christian Dior slacks you have just destroyed. You stupid blonde bimbo.” She looks up, and I am struck by the amount at which her eyes match her shirt. They stand out from her face without her even trying to, the lucky cow even has perfect porcelain skin to boot.
I am still standing there like a complete dummy with my mouth open, waiting for the world to swallow me whole and end the pain building inside of me.
“ARE YOU STUPID?” She starts to scream, waving her hands in front of my face as if to gain my attention, and her face turning a nasty shade of red, clashing with her hair.
I can’t be here, I can’t stand here and listen to this crap! I want this pain to leave me, but it won’t. How will I ever get over this betrayal?
Ryan is trying to placate the woman, informing her I live in the building and she will of course be compensated for her trousers.
Meanwhile I keep edging away, trying to make myself appear invisible.
The woman, who has everything I could ever want, well except my babies, continues to watch me in disgust.
It takes a split second for a look of recognition to pass over her face, prompting her to stalk towards me.
My ears are ringing, my heart is beating so hard that I can actually feel each beat against my chest plate.
I search with desperate eyes for a hiding place, feeling too broken to deal with anything she has to say.
“You.” She tilts her head to the side and nods. “Yes it is you. The woman who has been shacked up with my husband. You know? Mr Jacobson, well I’m Mrs Jacobson.” My heart splinters in to a million pieces at hearing her direct those words to me. It’s one thing to overhear snippets of a conversation, and another to have someone thrust their hand inside your chest and rip out your heart.
I briefly notice Ryan speaking animatedly into his phone, but flit my eyes back to the woman before me.
“I’m sorry.” I sound hollow, my voice unrecognisable to my ears.
“Sorry, you’re sorry? For what? Sleeping with my husband? Practically living in my apartment or maybe, I don’t know, allowing him to spend his money on you and your brats?” She spits the words at me, looking me up and down in disgust. “What on earth did he ever see in council estate scum like you anyway? I mean, look at you, he has class and good looks and someone who is willing to play any games he wants in the bedroom, and he chooses to slum it.” She can call me whatever she wants, I would never be ashamed of where I lived with Dan, it was a home after all. Even if I was raised in to money.
Just because this bitch has a giant stick lodged up her arse, it doesn’t hurt in the slightest when she calls me that. I’d rather be on a council estate with my two wonderful children then I would be stuck in the most prestigious penthouse with a stuck up bitch like her.
Even though the thoughts run through my mind, I still don’t mutter a word.
I can’t even conjure up a protest with regards to her nasty comments about my children. I am in too much pain.
I allow her to continuously beat me with her vicious barbs and I take it all. After all, I am a home wrecking bitch, regardless of if I knew he was married, I still slept with a man and technically temporarily moved myself in with him.
The more she shouts, the more I shut down.
The love I gave to Hunter has been thrown back in my face.
I have given everything to this man, and he has destroyed it in the harshest possible way. He made me love him, then threw my love away like it was a game.
I turn on my heel and run, shutting out all other senses and just escape.
The air won’t go past the lump in my throat to my lungs, I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I just hurt.
I feel a vibration coming from my back pocket, and almost like a robot, I mechanically remove the phone and answer it unconsciously, not taking any notice of who has called me.
His voice pierces through the haze, and I cry out in pain, absolute gut wrenching agony.
“How could you
? After everything you heard about with Dan, seeing how fucked up I was. You took my heart and shattered it. I love you Hunter, love you like I have never loved before, and for what? You’ve killed me, broken me beyond anything repairable.” I can hear him trying to speak down the line, but my head is so messed up, going around in circles, that I am unable to take any of his words in.
A screeching sound breaks me out of my heart break for a few seconds.
A blacked out jeep pulls up in front of my feet, the drivers door is harshly thrown open and a man wearing a balaclava jumps out.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, my brain being unable to process the turn of events.
The man speaks, his voice penetrating inside my mind and setting off the panic.
I’d know that voice anywhere, I’d give anything not to hear that voice again.
“Did you really think I’d let you go Connie? Tut tut. Someone has been a bad little bitch. You will always be mine. You should have never left me, and forced me to watch you and that ugly cunt you were shagging. Now you have to suffer for that betrayal sweetheart.”
My heart beats painfully, and my vision starts to swim as black spots invade my senses. I don’t get a chance to hyperventilate, even though it was well on the way to hitting me hard.
I hear a huge thump, followed by a sharp pain to the back of my skull.
The phone in my hand drops to the floor, smashing the screen and I all I can do is watch.
My ears are ringing, and I can feel a wetness creeping down the back of my neck.
Fuck, Dan! I didn’t even get to tell my babies I loved them this morning. Please, please no!
My mouth has ceased functioning, and my tongue feels like sand paper against the roof of my mouth.
Scream, for fucks sake scream Connie. You can do this!
“Fucking bitch.” Is the last thing I hear, before everything fades to black.
Book 2 in The Breaking Free Series coming August 2014
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