The next morning, I wake up fresh as a fucking daisy. Last night was fantastic, and in such a wonderfully unexpected way. I mean, I’ve come to expect a certain level of pleasure with Roger, but that was… I touch my lips and try not to giggle like an idiot.
I turn over and, to my surprise, Roger’s still asleep. His arm is still slung around my waist, so I slowly slip away from him and head for a shower.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss as I take in the roman bathhouse that serves as a master bath. There’s a double shower, glass wall, marble tile, jacuzzi tub, and I can’t be sure, but the door off to the left looks like it leads into a sauna.
I’ll explore later,I think as I tiptoe to the shower. There are quite a few buttons and knobs, but after a brief mishap with the abdomen height shower jet, I’ve got myself well-situated. I scrub my body, sliding my fingers between my folds and already wishing they were Roger’s hands.
I guess Josie was right, and I’ve got it bad. In fact, I’m so excited to be near him again, I make my shower quick and efficient.There’ll be enough time for a spa day later.Toweling off with the hugest towel I’ve ever seen (I actually checked to be sure it wasn’t a blanket) and slipping out to meet him again.
Still asleep.
I smile at him and decide to pull my old wear-his-shirt-thing again. By the time he wakes up, that’ll be the first image of me, lounging in his penthouse.Ooh, he’s gonna love that.I giggle as I pull on his shirt.
I breathe in the smell of him as I pad to the kitchen to check my phone. Josie deserves a medal, but a thank you will have to do for now. When I pull out my phone, my smile slides off my face. There’s a series of texts from an unlisted number.
My heart immediately starts to pound. They’re pictures. All time stamped from the first night Roger and I were together. And at all hours of the morning —afterhe was with me.
Roger’s clearly hammered, clubbing and with his arms around all kinds of busty, rich bimbos. Their long nails snake across his abdomen and neck as he grins sloppily into the camera.
How… how could he do this?I thought that night led toeverything. I’ve been betrayed. I’m furious and hurt, and horrified all at once as I feel a warm pair of hands snake around my waist. His scent fills my nostrils as his lips brush the back of my neck.
“Good morning, beautiful. When’s breakfast?”