Page 21 of Blossoms of the Heart
So this noise that I could hear wouldn’t be that. Had to be my mind playing tricks on me. had to be because I was suspicious.
“Fuck me,” the woman screamed again. Louder this time and the obvious moans that followed were unmistakably moans of pleasure.
“I will fuck you, naughty girl.” That was Jason!
I was outside our bedroom door now, my hand on the brass handle, the metal cold against my palm.
The longer I stayed the longer I no longer had to wonder if what I was hearing was real.
I didn’t realize I was crying until the drops of tears hit my knuckles, which had begun to turn white on the door handle.
Open it, open it.
Open it and confirm it, I willed myself.
With one sharp breath I opened the door and there… right there in front of me was Jason kneeling behind the woman on the bed, balls-deep inside her pounding into her so hard her massive breasts literally bounced up and down near her face.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I needed this. I needed thi—” The bastard was about to cry out when his eyes landed on me in horror.
“Phoebe.” He gasped.
The woman looked up and I could see her face now.
Gina, his secretary. The fucking bitch looked straight at me and smiled. She had every right to because my husband had given her the right. He’d disrespected me by fucking another woman. And, in our bed.
In our house.
“Phoebe.” Jason pulled out of her and jumped off the bed. He pulled on his boxers and dashed over to me but I was already rushing back the way I came.
Down the stairs, around the corner and then out the door.
He called after me, but no way was I stopping.
What could he say to me? What explanation could he give?
There was none. None that was fucking acceptable.
I jumped into my car and sped out, nearly hitting him as he ran up to the side door and tried to stop me.
Tears blinded me as I careened down the road.
I drove for what seemed like forever, heading down to the lake house.
It was my refuge when I simply thought Jason was cheating, but now that Iknewhe was I would most assuredly need to retreat.
I’d just turned down the country road. I was certain I checked before turning, but there to my left, on the adjoining road, was a truck travelling way past the speed limit.
I screamed as it crashed into me.
