Covet - Eve Vaughn Page 0,43
hot water beat against my skin, I couldn’t help but think about the woman only one door away from me. I couldn’t tell if she was up yet or not because my room was pretty insulated which made it difficult for me to hear anything around my house with my bedroom door closed. Images of her spread open and restrained beneath me awakened my dick. As if my hand had a mind of its own, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked.
I felt dirty and ashamed to jerk off to a woman I absolutely despised, but she somehow had a hold on me that I couldn’t explain. I pumped my fist along my length and closed my eyes imagining how her tight little cunt wrapped itself around me that I lost all semblance of control.
“Frankie,” the name tumbled from my lips unheeded, and I’d never been more grateful that no one could witness this embarrassing scene especially her. My seed shot against the shower wall, which I quickly wiped away with my washcloth.
By the time I got out of the shower, I felt somewhat better, but my mood had not improved. I immediately knew someone was about to have a bad day, and it wasn’t going to be me.
Chapter Thirteen
Frankie
I didn’t want to get out of bed because by the time I actually fell asleep my alarm went off. As tempted as I was to roll over and throw the covers over my head, I forced myself to sit up as the events of the previous night came flooding back to me. I remained under the shower’s spray allowing the water to mask tears. I endured the heated liquid until my skin puckered. Even then I didn’t feel quite clean.
And even after Nick degraded me and used me in the most humiliating way another human being could use another, I didn’t hate it. In fact, my body responded to his hand like a fine-tuned instrument under its master’s touch. It was the part messing with my head the most. It filled me with shame and self-loathing that I could be degraded in such a manner and still crave it.
Maybe a part of me still had feelings for him. I simply couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone I once deeply cared about could treat me this way. More than anything I understood his grief and even his anger. The way things ended didn’t exactly put me in the best of lights, but I know I had done the right thing at the time. And it was something I could never tell him. He could never know why I’d ended things with him and married his brother because at the end of the day, the things that I knew if exposed would not only shake his foundation from the core but would completely implode his world.
I’d made a promise, and I intended to keep it.
In the meantime, I wouldn’t take the chance that he had left for work already like today, so I dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt before heading downstairs to fix his breakfast. I remembered his saying that he would be working from home for the next few weeks, but he could have very well said that to fuck with my head. If last night was any indication on how things were going to go between us, then I had to be on my toes.
I still remembered the things he liked to eat from the time we were together, so I whipped him up scrambled eggs toast and three strips of crisp bacon. I placed his plate aside and put a cover over it to keep it warm until he came downstairs. Just as I’d finished up, my phone rang.
I dug my phone out of my pocket to see that it was the clinic where I’d dropped Adam off. My stomach dropped. I hope this wouldn’t be another call where they’d tell me he’d gone missing.
“Hello?” I couldn’t keep the wobble out of my voice because my nerves were already on edge.
“Sis, it’s me.”
I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Adam, why are you calling? Is everything okay at the clinic? I didn’t realize you were allowed outside calls.”
“Technically I’m not supposed to, but one of the nurses took pity on me and gave me five minutes. She’s standing beside me right now to make sure I’m not calling a dealer.”
“Let me guess you threw her one of