She groaned as her body arched into me. It was too intense, my senses overloaded as I made the mistake of gazing at her face. Her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed from arousal, and the god damn freckles along the bridge of her nose were too much. I stepped back and her eyes flew open. Her chest rose and fell as she stared back at me. What the fuck happened?
I lowered my forehead to rest along hers, whispering, “Penny, I’ve never been a good guy, and I can’t handle what you do to me.”
“I have a boyfriend,” she cut me off.
My heart beat through my disbelieving ears. Disappointment washed over me, drowning me. I couldn’t believe the words she spoke which stabbed me with their jagged meaning.
“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut, punching my fist at the wall.
Shaking my head, I walked away from her, beelining straight for the exit.
Run, was the only thing on my mind as I raced to my car.
Run from this girl and her beautiful eyes and her cute fucking freckles.
Once seated inside I took a heavy breath.
I slammed my hand on the steering wheel.
Fuck, I wasn’t expecting any of that.
***
I needed to eighty-six Penny once and for all.
I almost went too far, I was ready to take her right then and there, fuck her up against the wall in Mekka, a few nights before, until she mentioned a boyfriend and shell-shocked my entire system. Which lucky for me she stopped things, because wanting her should be the furthest thing from my mind.
Now, Operation Get Rid of Penny’s Ass was my only mission.
By the time Friday rolled around, I called Blair to tell her I was on my way over. She lived not too far from South Beach in a quiet neighborhood.
I climbed the brick steps leading up to her front porch and stopped, steeling myself, before I could knock. Blair was a touchy subject for me, and the thought of seeing her never got any easier. She’d been beautiful to me a lifetime ago, but now when I looked at her I only saw lies and deceit. After knocking on the bright red door, I thrust both hands into the pockets of my jeans and rocked on my heels as I waited.
“Hey, right on time,” Blair said with her smile lighting up her hazel irises. Her long black hair was swept up into a bun, and she glanced over her shoulder as our daughter came running down the hallway behind her.
“Daddy, Daddy,” Lucy called. Her brown-haired pigtails bounced with every step. Pushing past her mother, she leapt into my arms. Blair leaned against the doorway watching as I hugged her tight.
“Hey, Boo Bear,” I said, calling her the nickname I created the moment she was born.
At three years old she held my heart in her tiny innocent hands.
Blair and I dated a few years back, and when she found out she was pregnant I wanted to marry her. I loved her, or so I thought.
On the day I planned to propose, I found her in our apartment fucking my half-brother and my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The worst part of the whole fiasco was the fact my daughter was inside her as she fucked him.
I blew up and never spoke to my brother again. Blair, however, was a different story. We shared joint custody of our daughter and I remained pleasant whenever I saw her, for Lucy’s sake. Even though Blair tried desperately to creep back into my good graces ever since I left h
er, I would never forgive her betrayal.
“She just ate, so she’s ready to go,” Blair said, handing me Lucy’s red backpack.
“Have fun, see you on Tuesday.”
We waved goodbye, and I kissed Lucy’s bright red cheeks as I carried her to the car.
“Ready to get out of here?” I asked as I buckled her into the car seat