Page 18 of Inconveniently Matched

Chapter Eleven

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Haley

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So last night...happened.I smack both hands over my face, wondering if I manifest hard enough will the uber-luxury mattress on which I lay swallow me up?

But oh, I pleaded the fifth, right?So technically...technically, I didn’t want them to stop touching me, and I was too cowardly to say so.But that was last night.It’s in the past now.They probably forgot all about it by now.Besides, while I was naked and orgasming like a wet monsoon, they kept all their clothes on.So...really, they were pity climaxes.They didn’t really want me back.And that works in my favor.

Right.I refuse to think of it anymore and plan my day.I have to go into the office today.Cass has a spa day with Sweetpea and Honeypot, and I should check on my parents as well.

When my friends question my glow, I blurt everything out in one long sentence.Oh, and when I said I came so many times I lost count, I lied.I knew exactly how many times they made me come.

“It means nothing,” I tell Tierney and Clementine as we sip coffee during our morning meetings.Tierney and Clementine, glowing from their real marital bliss, exchange smiling glances, but I ignore them because I know better.

“As recipients of love at first sight,” Tierney begins.

“Oh no.Not going there, and also, I don’t want to talk about it.”

I keep a straight face while Tierney and Clementine continue to smile at me with raised eyebrows, but they also know exactly how set in my ways I can be.

I stay away from the penthouse as long as possible and seriously consider sleeping at my parents' house.I mean, ours is just an inconvenient marriage after all.So we could live separate lives.Why didn’t I think of that before?

Except by seven o'clock, they arrive at my parents' house to bring me home.Why wouldn’t they just sign an annulment and be done with me already?

Thankfully, the penthouse is big enough that if I plot my stay carefully enough, I won’t have to run into them at all.

But the instant I lay down on the bed, the box in which I’d locked everything they did to me unlocks, and now my mind races, forcing me to re-experience every touch.

Ugh.Ugh.Ugh.

My pussy throbs, and when I slip my hands into my panties, my fingers come away soaked.I refuse to touch myself, so I take another cold shower, then I clench my thighs shut and pick up one of Wesley’s books.Something about the Roman Empire.Great, it’s definitely going to put me right to sleep.

It doesn’t.

I need water, I decide.Maybe ice cream.Ice cream...nope, don’t go there.

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