Chapter 18
DANIELLE
My head feels like someone has been using it as a basketball.
It takes a moment for me to wiggle my toes against the thin sheet, my eyes refusing to open.
What time is it?
I stretch, and my hand connects with something hard yet warm.
I trail my hand further down until I hear a yawn.
Oh.
I slept with Blake.
A hand reaches out, tugging me close to said body, and a hardness presses against me as fingers move between my legs.
I can’t even open my eyes.
This doesn’t count if I don’t open my eyes.
Lips touch my shoulder, and I arch back, allowing access to my most intimate area.
I’m still sore from last night, but when Blake enters me, I suck in a breath, tingling from the pleasure and pain.
Blake drags me against him, and I turn my treacherous mouth to him, our tongues seeking one another urgently.
This is wrong.
But my body isn’t having any of that.
Blake brings me to orgasm twice before he empties himself into me, moving me onto my back so he can gaze at me with his stunning deep blue eyes.
“Hello, Danielle.”
I swallow, my fingers playing with the hairs on his forearms, pursing my swollen lips together. “Hi.”
Blake searches my eyes, dipping his head down to my ear. “You look like you’re okay with waking up in my bed.”
His gaze drags over me, and I tilt his chin, so he’s looking directly into my eyes.
Be strong.
“This was fun, but it ends here,” I state, trying to sound like I mean it.
Blake exhales his disappointment, kissing me on the forehead. “Fine.”
He moves back, striding to the ensuite at the side of his room. He steps into the shower without another word, and I sit up, feeling his cum leaking out of me.
Oh, God.
My head pounds as I drag myself to the edge of the mammoth bed, glancing around for my clothes.
Nothing.
I have a flashback of us fucking on the floor downstairs, and I grimace.
Getting drunk with Blake James was not a good idea.
I can’t blame the alcohol—I’d just done it sober.
I dash into my room, leaning against the door as my heart thuds in my chest.
My bed is unslept in, paperwork still all over the floor from my rage last night.
I head to my ensuite, fingers trembling as I run the shower.
So much for getting the marriage annulled, Danielle. You just fucked the groom.
I scrub at my hair and body, cursing myself for succumbing to the charms of Blake James.
The day after I’d slept with his best friend, too.
“Stupid, stupid, shallow woman!” I curse myself, wishing I could rewind a few days and say “no fucking thank you” to Blake’s marriage offer.
I can only imagine my mother’s face if she knew I’d consummated the marriage twice.
I groan as I step out of the shower, hurriedly drying my hair.
Now what happens?
We’re both adults; we have to agree to move on.
Exes fuck all of the time; we aren’t unusual in that respect.
Except I’d fucked Issac too.
Shame washes over me, and I cringe, applying my makeup as quickly as I can.
It’s fine.
I got drunk and fucked my husband.
On paper, that sounds perfectly fine.
I open my wardrobe to find a host of office dresses and suits lined up for me, in every different color and style.
“Fuck,” I whistle, sifting through them.
I settle on a white shirt tucked into tight black trousers, my hair spilling over my shoulders. I complete the look with black animal print stilettos, also in my size.
Goodness.
Reaching into the drawers, I find accessories and purses galore.
I pick out a pair of diamond earrings, praying they aren’t real, and an oversized white purse.
I nod at myself in the mirror, wondering if you can tell I’ve been fucking all night long.
And this morning.
“Fuck off,” I hiss at my conscience, heading to my door.
It’s odd walking on the carpet in stilettos, but I make my way down the stairs to find Blake sipping a coffee, staring at me in stunned silence.
“Good morning,” I greet, helping myself to a mug of coffee.
“Good morning indeed.” His voice is sexy and hungover, the sort that whispers “rollover, baby” after a night out.
Like this morning.
Blake watches me, a smirk on his face. “So, are you going to pretend like nothing happened?”
I almost scald my mouth, gulping my coffee down, my eyes widening. “Forget it. It’s not important.”
Blake licks his lips, shaking his head at me. “Come on, Danielle.”
I continue to ignore him. “What have you decided to do about Skies The Limit?”
“Nothing.”
I arch an eyebrow in his direction, trying to ignore the way his muscles strain against his shirt. “I think you should reconsider what I said last night.”
Blake chuckles, walking around so that he’s towering over me. “Harder? I did, didn’t I, fuck you harder?”
I freeze. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Thank you.” Blake mock bows, but he slides an arm around my waist as I go to walk past him.
“Blake,” I protest, turning my head away so I don’t have to fight the magic between us.
“Danni.”
No, no, no.
“Can you be professional now, please?” I whisper, closing my eyes when he turns me so I’m backed up against the fridge.
“Yes.” Blake shrugs, moving my hair out of my eyes. “But as Issac’s best friend, I think we should keep this between us.”
Issac.
Shit.
“Fine,” I bite out, finally meeting his eyes.
My breath is sucked from my body as he gazes at me, his finger tilting my chin back.
If he kisses me, I’m fucked.
I can’t say no.
“Don’t sleep with him again, Danielle. He deserves better.” Blake moves back, turning back to his coffee.
I’m stunned.
What?
Issac deserves better than me?
I mean, he’s not wrong, but fuck!
“He deserves a better best friend than you,” I scoff, tugging on my jacket as Blake holds the door open, a bored expression on his face.
“I’m hardly going to say no to you, am I? I have to please my wife, Danielle.”
I glare at him, shaking my head as I stride to the car that’s waiting for us.
What was I thinking? He’s a teenager in a man’s body.