Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
BELLA
Clarissa was in an even worse mood when she came back from her meeting, and I’m not going to lie, knowing that her husband ate my pussy and fucked me twice on her desk did give me a little satisfaction.
I’m a terrible person.
Sighing, I slip into the bar across the street and see the girls sitting there, along with Tate. He asked if he could take me for a drink tonight, but I didn’t want to blow out the girls so I told him to meet us here.
“Finallyyyyyy,” Harper rolls her eyes at me as she passes me a shot of tequila.
“That kind of night, hey?” I smirk, licking my hand, shaking salt onto the back of it then knocking back my shot, clearing the salt and sucking the lime.
Slamming the glass down, I smirk.
“I need another one,” I lick my lips of the excess and Tate jumps up and orders another tray.
Once he is out of earshot, Flora looks at me.
“So… what’s happened?” And they all lean in.
Their eyes are on me and Hallie gives me a smirk.
“Don’t judge me…” I lift my eyes from my girlfriends and look up where Tate is. He is still waiting to be served.
“Never,” Taylor says, shaking her head along with the rest of the girls.
“So, I went for drinks last night, by myself because I was fuming…”
“Yeah sorry we couldn’t make it,” Harper sighs.
“It’s fine,” I wave her off. “Henry…” I pause for a moment and wait for them to register who it is.
“Your boss’s husband?” Taylor hisses, she knows exactly who Henry is.
“The hot older guy?” Hallie wiggles her brows and Flora swats her.
“Yeah, both of those,” I look over at Tate again, the shots are being poured. “Well, he was there aswell… and well, one too many drinks…”
“No you didn’t,” Harper sits back in her chair, mouth agape but not in shock, more in amusement.
“You… and Henry…?” Taylor’s eyes widen.
“Yeah… he fucked me in the restrooms,” and I hide my face, the shame burning onto my cheeks.
“Oh my god,” Flora covers her mouth, Harper laughs and Hallie shakes her head, huge fucking grin on her face.
“Clarissa is…”
“It doesn’t matter what Clarissa is. He cheated on his wife with me, I let him. I allowed it. I let him fuck me into seventh heaven…” I sigh, “I told him no more this morning…” I lick my lips, “then he ate me out and fucked me twice on her desk.” My eyes widen when I look up and see Tate is coming and I silence myself.
The girls expressions are too much.
I’m not sure if they’re disgusted, disappointed or proud of me, but either way, saying the words out loud makes me feel awful. Cheap. A mistress.
But that’s exactly what I was.
His dirty little secret.
Tate can read the room and his brow lifts.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing,” I smile, reaching for the shots and we all knock them back.
I am fucked.
Stupid drunk.
Tate’s hands are all over me. Taylor went home ages ago but said she would call me in the morning, Hallie skipped out a while back so now it’s only me, Flora, Harper and Tate.
“I really like you, Bella,” he rasps, leaning in to me as his lips brush against my throat, his fingers skating up my dress.
“Ladies!” Harper calls out, standing and grabbing my hand, dragging me to the restroom. “You’re so drunk,” she laughs as she walks me into the toilet.
“I know,” I wail, leaning against the wall.
“You need to be careful; you’re already playing with fire and throwing Tate into the mix…”
I huff.
“I need to call it off with Henry. I’m not a homewrecker.”
Harper just gives me a look. It’s not disapproving. It’s concern.
Fumbling for my phone, I close one eye and squint with the other as I find his message and press the call button.
He answers on the first ring.
“Bella, are you okay?”
“I am fiiiiiine,” I drag the words out and hold my thumb up towards Harper who just face palms herself.
“You’re drunk.”
“And? I was calling you for a reason,” I stand a little taller, my words slurring.
He says nothing.
“It’s over between us. I don’t want to be your mistress, ” I whisper into the phone, “I have Tate. And Tate doesn’t have a wife, and I am sure Tate will fuck me just as good, if not better than you.” I hiccup. “So goodbye Mr Henry.”
I cut the phone off and slip it back into my bag.
“Done.”
“Oh Bella… what have you done,” Harper sighs, linking her fingers through mine and leading me back outside.