Page 3 of Make Me Yours
“Seriously? That’s all you have to say when I walk in on you fucking another woman?”
He pulls out of her before stuffing his softening cock back inside his slacks and zipping them. Marissa scrambles up, her hands fluttering over her rumpled skirt, attempting to smooth it back into place. Her silk blouse is hanging open, and there’s lipstick smeared across her face. She averts her gaze without somuch as an apology.
Instead of rushing for damage control, Devon exhales a slow and deliberate breath.
My heart slams painfully against my rib cage as I wait for an explanation.
“Lilah? Darling? What’s going on?”
That’s when I realize Aunt Evelyn is still on the phone.
With my gaze pinned to Devon, I raise my cell to my mouth. “Let me call you back.”
I cut the connection with a single trembling press of my thumb. The rage that crashes over me is almost blinding as my hands shake with the fury boiling beneath my skin.
Devon clears his throat before straightening his tie. “What would you like me to say?”
My spine stiffens at his lack of contrition. “How about you’re sorry for hurting me? That might be a good place to start.”
He steps forward. “Would that change anything?”
I shake my head, the truth sinking in. “No. It won’t.”
“Then what’s the point?”
My face scrunches as I parrot the question. “What’s the point?Are you really asking me that?”
He settles on the edge of the desk. “Look, I’m sorry you walked in and saw what you did. I know that must’ve hurt.”
My mouth drops open. “Is that your half-assed attempt at an apology?”
He drags a hand through his already mussed hair, looking nothing like the man I thought I knew and loved.
“I suppose it is,” he says quietly.
A rough laugh breaks from my throat. It’s hollow, disbelieving, and edged with more hurt than I care to admit.
I force my gaze from Devon and stare at the other person in the room.
Marissa.
“How long has this been going on for?”
Her eyes slice to Devon in silent panic.
“The very least you can do is give me an honest answer after you’ve fucked the man I’ve been living with.”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “Four months.”
This has been going on for four months?
The words reverberate through my head.
Then she whispers, “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re…pregnant?”
With a nod, she inches her way closer to Devon. “He was going to tell you this weekend.”
