Page 107 of Accidental Husband
"What else can you do?"
"I…"
"He's the one who fucked someone else." He squeezes my hand. "You can't take the blame for that."
"But—"
"No, Jules. I know you. I know how you handle everyone else's mistakes. They're not your fault."
"But—"
"Maybe you made mistakes. But he's the one who couldn't keep his pants zipped."
"But—"
"Did you fuck someone else?" he asks.
"No." But isn't this worse? If I really have been in love with Griffin all this time? That's worse than sex.
Not that I'm in love with him.
I mean, maybe I am.
It's confusing.
And the tequila isn't helping.
"Maybe you could have asked for more," Griff says. "But he could have offered too. He could have climbed between your legs and licked you until you were screaming his name."
"Well…"
"Fuck, I need you coming on my face."
My blush deepens.
"I know this isn't the fucking conversation, but I do." He stares into my eyes. "You're so fucking sexy. And knowing it's you—I want to make you come all day, forever."
"Thank you." It's all I can think to say.
"He's a fucking idiot. He didn't deserve you. He really didn't."
"I was going to marry him."
"Even after you found out?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Probably." My gaze shifts to the elevator. Two newlyweds stumble onto the carpet. They're drunk on love. And maybe a little on champagne too.
He wraps his arms around her and spins her.
Her dress twirls.
It's beautiful, but it makes me want to throw up.
"I thought… I thought I couldn't do better." My gaze stays on the happy couple. "I just… I didn't think anyone would accept me."
"Jules?" Concern drips into his voice. He has no idea what I'm talking about. Or maybe he does.
He knows.
