Page 6 of The Desire

And the worst part is she was the best fuck of my life.

What the hell have I done!

“That changes nothing, right? We act normal.” Elouise can’t even look at me, staring at the ceiling.

“Exactly.” Thank God she’s not acting clingy, no cuddling.

“Our secret, never breathe a word.” There is determination in her voice.

“I’m taking it to the grave. But tell me one thing.” I have to know.

“Sure,” she answers as I lean up on my elbow to look down on her.

“Did I tick your one-night stand off the bucket list?”

“More like you burst it off the page.” The smirk on her face tells me all I wanted to know. I blew her mind like she just blew mine.

Not that it means anything, because we both know we can’t go there. It’s a one-and-done thing.

We aren’t each other’s type, and I don’t do relationships!

Chapter One

ELOUISE

“Ican’t believe you are getting married to Mr. Rich Hottie, and I’m going to be left the old spinster schoolteacher that lives with ten cats for the rest of my life.” Hands on my hips, I watch my best friend Tori being measured for the wedding dress of the century.

It’s what happens when you’re marrying a guy where money is no object. I’m still shaking my head trying to process what the last twelve months have been. Tori falling in love, though with a few bumps along the way, before ending up with the love of her life and now planning a wedding in Australia. They only got engaged a month ago, but Nic doesn’t want to wait forever, so the planning has begun for a summer wedding in Australia early next year.

Like, what the actual hell is her life.

The only reason I have ever managed to leave the country is because her husband-to-be flew me to Rome as a Christmas surprise for her. And now I get to fly to Australia to be her bridesmaid.

We were just two twenty-six-year-old women living our middle-class existence. Maybe I should have dreamed bigger, like Tori did. Her dreams of traveling the world had the universe delivering an extremely sexy older man right into her lap, who just happens to own one of the biggest hotel chains in Europe. I don’t think traveling will be a problem going forward.

Am I happy for her? Absolutely, but there is always a nagging tinge of jealousy there, and it has nothing to do with Nic’s money, but just having a man to share her life with.

Instead, stupid me is still sitting here single, living in my same little house, working my same day job in a small district school, teaching little kids the same things, year in year out.

But to be honest, I do love my job. Working with five-year-olds who are just discovering the world of learning is so uplifting some days. When they finally manage to read a whole book on their own and are almost bursting with excitement, it rubs off on me too. Most of the kids come from homes where both parents are working, so they don’t have a lot of time to read with them. Teaching them to do it on their own is the first big hurdle in life that will allow them to work toward their dreams.

To be honest, this is probably where I will remain for the rest of my life. Watching Tori living some luxurious life, while I will be just as happy living in the suburbs, married to some quiet man who works a stable job, with two children and maybe a cat. It’s what I imagined as a girl growing up, and I’m not one to step out of my comfort zone.

Well, except just that once, and it will haunt me forever.

I can’t even look Remington in the eye anymore. Sure, we chat and are friends, but this guy has not only seen me naked, but witnessed me acting like a total horny whorebag who used him for sex.

He acts like that night never happened, which I’m thankful for, but also a little disappointed at the same time. I relive it every single night in my dreams, which is all types of wrong, especially six months later.

I have worn out two vibrators and tried various other toys, but nothing gets even close to making me come like he did.

“Lou! Hello, earth to Elouise. Were you even listening?” Tori yells at me as I’m chastising myself for even thinking about him.

“Shit, sorry. Yep, I was totally listening.”

“You can’t lie to me, remember, I can see right through you. You’re blushing, so whatever you were thinking about, you can tell me later.” She winks at me, so I know I must be pink on my cheeks, as I was heating up slightly at my fiery daydream. The seamstress is trying not to get involved, but you can tell she is intrigued too, looking at me all flustered.

Why am I so predictable?

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