Three
“Babe?” I kissed Seth on his prickly cheek as he grunted at me. “Come shower with me?” Only one eye opened with an eyebrow raise.
Grunt. Snort. Roll over. Bury face.
“I guess that’s a no.”
I climbed out of bed, slowly stretching out my back, which was tight from sleeping on the hotel’s pillow top mattress. It was too soft for even Snuggle to be comfortable on.
Slap! The sound of Seth’s hand striking my bare ass right as I was about to make my way across the carpeted floor rang out through the suite.
“Fuck! Seth!”
He rolled over to shoot me a devilish grin. “It’s too perfect to not!”
I chuckled and grabbed the white plush robe out of the closet. Seth started to snore softly again, his face buried under his pillow. I watched him for a second before heading to the bathroom.
It only took a few minutes for steam to start engulf the marbled space. I scrubbed my body and hair in honey-melon hotel shampoo, used Seth’s razor to quickly shave my legs, and was out of the shower as fast as possible—I was hoping there was time for a quickie before my lunch with Brett.
The feeling of a smile spread quickly as I thought about my amazing cousin. He was one of the kindest, most confident, and most hilarious people I’d ever known. After my parents decided to ship me off to boarding school for being a “black sheep”, Brett was the only one in the family that kept in contact with me. I was bred a southern belle but didn’t live up to the title. The old money that was stained in oil dripped from most of my family. It was wrong, but I reaped the benefits too, and just tried my best to not let it consume me too much.
With the robe cinched tightly around my waist, damp hair pulled up into a messy bun, I ambled back into the room. Seth was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone with his brow creased, looking completely distraught.
“Everything ok?” I took the seat next to him and tried to nibble on his neck only to be swatted away.
“You have to go. Something came up.” He gripped the sides of his cell, barely taking in breaths.
“Alright.” I grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor where I had tossed them the night before. My thong and jeans were successfully on when the door swung open. Not thinking about it, I whipped around, bare-chested, pissed off, and ready to scream at the intruder for not heeding the “do not disturb” sign.
“What! The! FUCK!” The words rang out like a shrieking poison from a gorgeous pregnant woman standing in the doorway. “Seth! You damn two-timing jackass.”
I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head as fast as I could, and threw my bra into my purse. “Well, this is fucking terrible,” I muttered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Every cell in my body was begging me to bolt, but Mrs. Douchebag was taking up the entire doorway.
Seth stood by the bed, gaping—freaking chicken shit that couldn’t even defend himself. I guess there wasn’t much to say. He had been caught with another woman.
Oh for fuck’s sake! I’m the other woman. I should be mad too!
“You’re fucking married?” I yelled, turning to the coward as he gasped for breath. All he could do was nod and continue to stare at his now sobbing wife. She looked to be just about my age and very pregnant, like too pregnant to even be traveling.
“Chloe, what are you doing here?” His shaky voice crackled in the air.
Pathetic.
“Well, I think I should go. For what it’s worth, I am so sorry.” I gave a sympathetic smile to the woman and tried to get past her. She moved just enough for me to squeeze by then whispered, “I hope you’re happy, slut!”
“What the hell?”
Ugh! Damn my tongue.
I took a step back and pointed at the rat bastard in the middle of the room. I hissed, “I had no idea that your husband was married. He never wore a ring. He never talked about you. If he had I would have freaking bolted. I am not a slut. He is. I am sorry you’re married to a man-whore and have his spawn festering in your belly, but that is not my fault.”
Slap.
Wow, that hurt.
Seth’s face boiled while his chest heaved.
“Fuck you!” I yelled as I kicked him right in the balls and marched out.