Page 1 of Love Bites
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“Who in the hell are you?” Katheryn felt stupid as the words escaped her lips. What was she expecting? An introduction? No, it was pretty obvious who this skank was: her fiancé’s mistress, and there was no use denying it. Not when Katheryn stared truth straight in the face.
The bitch was naked, her body entwined with Hunter’s in the bed Katheryn and Hunter had shared. The sight that had greeted her when she came home early from work, of Hunter thrusting his naked pelvis into his mistress, made Katheryn see red. It gave her the sudden, vicious urge to claw the bitch’s eyes out. The primal urge to do so was there, but Katheryn managed to control herself. The skank might not have known that Hunter was an engaged man, after all, a thought that Katheryn easily discarded.
How could the bitch havenotknown. There was a picture of them on them on the nightstand for God’s sake.
It didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was his culpability. Even as he jolted at the sound of her name and pulled out of his whore, turning with a panicked look on his face as he took in Katheryn’s angry expression.
His excuses didn’t help with the feeling of betrayal gnawing its way up her spine and into her head. They just made the feeling worse. The heat of her anger rose to her face, staining her cheeks crimson. Her rage exploded into impulsive fragments inside her and before she knew it, she’d grabbed the expensive lamp on the stand and thrown it, hard, in Hunter’s direction.
He let out a high pitched screech and the two of them jumped out of bed, naked, dodging the lamp as it hit the wooden headboard. Broken bits fell into the cotton sheets where he and his mistress had fucked.
Katheryn bit back the rabid words that burned like acid against her tongue. She wanted nothing more than to spit in his face. A burning sensation prickled behind her eyelids but she forced the sensation away. She’d hide her heartbreak behind her rage easily, but she wouldn’t let him see her cry. Instead of giving in to the sadness, she tilted up her chin and squared her shoulders. Glancing from Hunter to the blonde skank, Katheryn snorted in disgust.
The woman wasn’t even thatpretty! Her eyes were too far apart, her lips fat, and her large nose was crooked.Damn,Katheryn thought bitterly,you could land an airplane on that thing.
Choking back a laugh at her own pathetic joke, she turned and walked away while she still had some of her dignity and eased the door closed behind her. Her whole body shook; she was surprised she even managed to walk away with how badly her legs were shaking.
Katheryn rushed out of the expensive, luxury apartment building they had shared, away from that neighborhood with the fancy cars and wealthy people. Sobs clogged her throat and she felt an ache in her chest that spread through her whole body.
Blinking several times, she wandered until her feet hurt. Until her tears dried and she realized it was nearly nightfall. Her cell buzzed in her pocket. Reluctantly, she pulled it out and stared at the caller ID.Hunter Francis, she read with disgust and ignored the call, only to realize there were dozens of missed calls and texts from Hunter.
I’m sorry.
I can explain.
Come back so we can talk.
You’re overreacting.
Where are you? I’m worried…
What the hell? WHERE ARE YOU?!
And many, many more. Katheryn blew out an agitated breath, her finger hovering over the delete button. Of course he’d think she was overreacting. She’d just caught her fiancé with some ugly ho. Was she supposed tounderreact?Rich people,she thought bitterly, pressing the button to delete all of his messages and calls. Then, she pocketed her mobile phone after turning it off. All she wanted was to be left alone with her thoughts.
If only this hadn’t happened.
If only her parents hadn’t wanted to climb to the top of the social ladder and pull her with them.
If only she had declined Hunter Francis that one dance that had eventually led to heartbreak.
If only.
She didn’t know what to do. She could always go to her parents’, but if she did, she’d be assaulted with questions, and she wanted to avoid those.
If only, she could go somewhere to recharge her batteries.
That’s when the thought hit her. She pulled out her mobile, turned it on, and dialed the number of a travel agent she knew. They answered on the fourth ring, and she didn’t hesitate to ask.
“How soon can you get me a ticket to Spain?”
2
The bar was in full-swing tonight, the familiar sounds of raucous laughter and cries pounding over the steady rock music. It was around one a.m., a time when humans and Supernaturals crossed paths and shared drinks.
Though, it wasn’t odd to see Supernaturals and humans coexist. They’d been doing so openly for decades now. Humans weren’t in the dark to their existence and had even learned to live peacefully together.
