“I did want to stop it, but I couldn’t…it was too late. Dan, I am so, so sorry,” she said, trying to look into his eyes, blurry through her tears.
“What was too late?” he demanded. She stared at him—her mind all over the place. “Angel, what was too late?”
“Larry.”
Dan released her immediately, pushing her away from him and stepping back.
“Dan, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, frantic now, rushing to him, trying to put her arms around him. “I did it for us, because I love you so much, baby.”
“Angel, tell me exactly what you did.” He stood like stone, refusing to accept her desperate caresses and attempts to touch him.
“I had to do it…I’m sorry,” she babbled, looking in his eyes, seeing his anguish, needing to beg for his forgiveness with her heart aching in despair. She cupped his face with her hands. “I…I heard that you fancied her and so I set up Larry to shag her, but I honestly wanted to stop it, but it was too late, he had already had her.”
“You really are an evil bitch,” he said, pushing past her to get to the door. Angel tried to get between him again, but he held her at arm’s length, easily holding her off as he opened the door and stepped through and out of her life.
“Dan, please, I am so sorry. I love you,” she screamed, rushing out into the corridor after him. But he was already gone.
Angel collapsed on the floor in the corridor, unable to get herself back on her feet. Her legs felt like spaghetti. She couldn’t believe what she had just confessed to. He would never forgive her. He would never come back to her. If only she had given Stacie to someone else. If only she had realized how she felt about him before this, before she had just proved to Dan, and to herself, how truly evil she was, how low she could stoop. The man Angel loved more than anything in the world, the man who had made her see another side to life and love, was gone from her life forever. Angel was under no illusions, not any more. She had seen the damage she had done. Even if Stacie didn’t love him, Dan could never love Angel, not now.
She pulled herself up by the door handle and when she felt she could make it, she went to reception. Shannon and Bailey stared at her. She could only imagine what a mess she looked, her face red and puffy, her makeup blotched and running down her face. She didn’t care.
Angel glanced up the stairs, wondering if Dan had gone to his room to calm down.
“Is he…?”
“He’s gone, Angel,” Shannon said, her face etched with sympathy.
“He left you this,” Bailey said, holding out a piece of folded paper.
Angel froze on the spot, the nausea of anxiety rocking her body once again. She stared at the paper, hesitating, fearing what it would say. But then, how much more could he hurt her?
Angel took the paper from Shannon, and unfolded it. Tears poured from her eyes, blurring the words written in bold capitals—
I QUIT, DAN.
Angel screwed up the paper and threw it on the floor. All her pain, all her desperation exploded into a sudden fierce hatred of that fucking smug bastard and his fucking boring Little Miss Perfect. She couldn’t believe she had grovelled on the floor before him, begging him to love her. Well, no more. Love was for the weak. And she, Angel, was not weak.
This was not the end. Stacie fucking Clifford would regret the day she ever thought of touching Angel’s desires.
*THE END*
About the Authors
Holly J. Gill
Holly J Gill is a wife to Nigel and mum of three children, Rhys, Victoria and Alisha. She works as a care assistant at a residential home and in her spare time she writes erotic romantic novels.
Her writing career started as a young child with a wild imagination and after twenty years her dream has come true. In her spare time she likes visiting friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling the English countryside.
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Nikki Blaise
Nikki Blaise likes cats, erotic art, sex, running, music, writing and singing (badly and
drunkenly). She writes naughty stories she daren't tell her mother about and lives in London
with her collection of carnivorous plants.
Will tweet for money.
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