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“Especially when you’re overbearing,” she whispered. “It turns me on.”
Fuck, I was never letting this woman go.
45
WREN
One week later
Now that I had officially moved into Mal’s house, I couldn’t have been happier. Every morning I’d wake up beside him, but most of the time, I’d find him settled between my legs where he’d awaken me with his skilled mouth.
The sex was explosive. In the car, after practice, on any and every surface of the house, he’d find a way to take me.
We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off of each other.
At work, everyone on the team and organization had found out about our relationship and embraced it with open arms. You could even notice a shift in Mal when he was on and off the ice. More approachable, and every now and then I would catch him in conversation with a teammate smiling.
SMILING.
Everything seemed to be going great. He was happy, I was happy, it was as if we had finally found a semblance of peace in our lives that we never thought was possible. That there was finally light at the end of the tunnel for us, but I knew it was all too good to be true.
And it was all because of me and my lies.
Falling asleep was easy, but staying asleep was beginning to become more and more of a struggle now. I’d wake up in a pool of my own sweat, fearful of the damage I would cause once I confessed to Mal why I was here.
Every night I’d come seconds away from revealing it all, but in the end, my panic would stop me.
The guilt was eating me alive and it wasn’t just toward Mal, but also Greg and Shelia who I’ve been doing my best to avoid.
To make matters worse, I had been staring at a message Shelia had sent me over an hour ago that I haven’t yet responded to. I felt like I was on the verge of tears looking at it.
Shelia: I hope you’re doing okay. Please call us soon, we miss you.
Even just by reading it, I could sense the worry and despair. I hated it. I hated that I was essentially doing what Mal had done to them and the thought made my stomach churn violently.
“Hey, you okay?” Kate asked as she stepped out of the bathroom with a concerned expression across her face. Her belly was getting bigger, and more adorable, but right now, I struggled to form any sort of happy thought.
“Yes… No, not really.” I sniffled as I threw myself backward onto her bed and peered up at the ceiling. She knew I had been in a funk lately and that’s why I was here.
I needed my best friend.
“Is it Mal? Did he do something stupid?”
Taking the spot beside me, I could almost hold in a laugh as her face scrunched in fury as a hint of redness spread across her cheeks.
“Yes, partly, but he didn’t do anything wrong,” I told her. “I’m just upset with myself.”
Her expression went from angry to confused.
“What do you mean?”
I sighed.
“What I mean is, I’m lying to the people I care most about and I’m pretending like everything is fine.” I threw my arm over my eyes to shield the tears that are desperate to fall. “Mal knows nothing about why I’m actually here. He thinks I randomly took this job and now I’m living with him… How fucked up is that?” I chuckled but nothing about it was funny.
More like disturbing.
“Wren…” Kate began to try to justify my actions, but I quickly interfered.
