Page 89 of Wild For You

Debra: Guess what? I got the promotion. How was your week?

Me: Congrats. You deserve it. I had a great time. Gotta get to work. Kiss the kids for me.

Ifinish typingup a response to Debra’s text and then switch off my phone. A great time is an understatement. I’ve had a fantastic time. Everyone’s been welcoming, showing me how much they appreciate my work. Such a shame Cash doesn’t feel the same way.

Everything was perfect…until now.

Until Cash decided to leave without a word, as if I’m some acquaintance, his therapist, a friend, nothing more than a fuck buddy.

I shake my head grimly to fight off the moisture gathering in my eyes. I’m not crying because I’ve just realized he never trusted me; I’m crying because of the way he’s made me feel.

I feel dirty, used, taken for granted.

Sleeping with him was a mistake.

I should never have believed his promises because they were worthless.

New fact I’ve just found out about my new patient: Cash Boyd likes to waste no opportunity making it clear that I’m nothing to him.

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