Page 71 of One Night Seduction

She’s on her feet instantly, her eyes wild and furious as she screams.

“Why the fuck do you have ripped panties in your pocket, Logan?!”

I don’t say anything because I have nothing to feel guilty for. Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true, but it’s not like I’m going to apologize to her for it. I won’t lie or backpedal. So, I just let her rage.

“Are you serious right now? You’re so fucking serious? You come all the way out here to try to reconcile with me, and what? Accidently slip into her?”

My face remains impassive, and she lets out a humorless chuckle that sounds downright diabolical before turning to the table. I watch Tyson place a protective arm across Arianna, like he’s ready to push her away at any second. Instead, Kelly’s eyes come to Marissa.

“You fucking skank!” she screams.

Marissa looks taken aback as she stares at her sister.

“What are you talking about?”

“You! You fucked him! You took the one man I’ve ever loved and fucked him right when I was just getting him back!”

What?

Marissa jumps to her feet, brows pinched in confusion.

“I don’t know what you’re on about but?—”

“Did you tell her, Tom? Is that what this is? Some disgusting revenge plot?” Kelly snarls.

Tom turns as white as a ghost as Marissa’s brows knit together. She looks down at her husband before back to her sister.

“Tell me what, Tom?”

He stares straight ahead, not moving a muscle as Kelly lets out another wicked sounding laugh.

“We’ve been fucking for years. When you’re not looking, he comes onto me hard, sometimes I give in if I’m drunk enough. He fucked me for the first time the night before your wedding. He begged me to marry him instead, saying we’d run away together before he dumped his load inside me.”

Shock ricochets around the table as Kelly continues.

“So, did he tell you? Is that why you tried to steal the only sliver of happiness I had in this life? Or did you hear us Friday night? I told him to stop moaning so goddamn loud.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Wait. You’re saying that you’ve been fucking my husband for fifteen years? You’re saying that you fucked him as recently as Friday? Like this last Friday? Four days ago? With me and our children in the house, that’s what you’re saying?” Marissa stammers.

A vengeful smile spreads across Kelly’s face as she nods.

“He told me that I was the best pussy he’s ever had.”

Oh god. When he was drunk, yammering in the rec roomwith me. He wasn’t talking about Marissa, he was confessing his affair with Kelly.

“After he told me that he was in love with me,” she says with a raise of her eyebrow.

Marissa stares down at Tom, pure heartbreak in her eyes, her voice cracking as she speaks.

“Tom…”

He takes a sip of his juice, still not looking up at the trainwreck around us.

“I want a divorce,” he says stoically.

A broken sound escapes Marissa as the hurt in her eyes transforms into something dangerous.

“You fucking WHORE!” she screams as she leaps across the table, smacking, scratching, and beating the absolute shit out of each other.

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