Page 90 of Honeymoon Phase
Chapter 29
Fact or Fiction?
A blast from the past is never good.
Luke
“I thought you said you weren’t fucking her,” Calder yells to me over the loud band.
“I’m not,” I reply, not taking my eyes off my wife. She swivels her hips and holds her hands up, tossing her hair into her face. I feel desperate to walk out there and feel her body move against mine. Especially after that kiss.
“Could have fooled me.” Calder clinks his beer bottle with mine and I glance at the time on my phone, wondering if it’s too early to call it for the night. I need to get my wife in my bed and figure out what that kiss meant soon, or I am going to drive myself fucking nuts waiting.
She started that kiss, but I sure as fuck finished it. The confidence that surged through me knowing she clearly wanted it was too heady for me to ignore. I’d bet my life that my wife’s panties are soaked right now, and all I want to do is go home and see if I can find out for myself.
“As I live and breathe, it’s the Fletcher brothers,” a shrill, familiar voice coos, causing all the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.
With a pit in my stomach, I turn my head and feel stunned speechless at the woman standing before us.
Robyn Whitaker... here from beyond the fucking grave. Standing next to her, about two inches shorter, is her husband, Matt. It is mind-blowing that these two are still together after allthe fucked-up shit that happened over a decade ago. And why does she think she can simply waltz in and say hi as if we’re all old friends?
All three of my brothers turn to stone as they stare up at the woman who nearly ripped our family apart. And she has the nerve to stand here with a cheery smile on her face, like she didn’t fuck with all of us.
“I’ll go find us a table and let you all catch up,” Matt says, tipping his chin up to kiss Robyn on the cheek. The bizarre act has my lips curling.
The guy can’t be right in the head. There’s no fucking way I could stay in the same bar as the three men who fucked my wife while I was still married to her. Neither of these two are right in the head. And whatever marital shit they get off on is none of my business. I just want to know why the hell they’re here.
Robyn darkened our doorstep a couple times throughout the years, but it’s been ages now. I thought she’d moved on. Found some other set of dudes to torment. Or maybe turned things around to be a good mother to her kids. One can hope, right?
My eyes can’t help but move over her body. Taking in her presence again after so many years is weird. She still has that same slender frame with the large tits she had before, but her face is thinner and more hollowed out. She’s got to be almost forty by now, if memory serves. Admittedly, she looks good for a forty-year-old. But there’s something in her heavily made-up eyes that has a beady, evil quality. I used to think her eyes were captivating.
Now... I see right through them.
Her straight brown hair hangs all the way down to her waist and shines in the lights from the band as she flips it over her shoulder and gestures up to the bar. “I was just passing throughtown and wanted to stop by to say hi to Judy. You guys remember I worked here for nearly six months.”
“That’s sure something to put on a résumé,” Max drawls, looking completely uninterested. He met Robyn once and made it very clear after everything blew over that he didn’t understand the appeal. I’m not sure I do either now.
Wyatt lifts his beer to his lips, looking completely disinterested. Calder, on the other hand, is shooting daggers at the woman, making no mistake she is not welcome here.
Me? I just feel uncomfortable.
My brothers have both moved on and are secure in their relationships. I, on the other hand, just got married and my relationship with Addison is tenuous at best. I don’t want the biggest mistake of my life walking in and fucking that all up.
Especially one that I haven’t told my best friend about.
God, we were fools back then.
How three men... three brothers... could all fall for the same woman still just seems like straight fiction.
And when I look back on that time in our lives, I don’t really know why we all were so enraptured with her. She was the shiny new toy in town, and we were the guys building up on the mountain. She lived in the barn for a bit and exuded confidence and sex appeal and knew how to party. She really was like a siren, and we were her ships she called in every night.
It’s disorienting because I look at her now and I don’t know what I saw in her. She pales in comparison to Addison and I’m not referencing looks. Just... her overall being.
Addison emotes real, raw, honest spirit whereas Robyn gives calculated, contrived hollowness. Even now, I look at her and I feel nothing. How did I let this woman consume me for any length of time?
I shift left to look for Addison and when I don’t see her on the dance floor, I scan the room and spot her at the bar with thegirls. Thankfully, it looks like they haven’t noticed Robyn, and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want this part of my past to ever touch or taint what I have with Roe. She is too pure and good for the likes of this.
My chair scrapes loudly as I stand, preparing to extricate myself from this situation, but Robyn steps into my path, stopping me in my tracks.
