Brit Flick Sweethearts: A Rom-Com With Spanking (13 page)

In that moment
her rage was so pure and strong she had no doubt that she was
capable of it. The blonde seemed to sense this and made a quick
exit.

“Call me baby,”
she said to Jim over her bare shoulder.

Jim winced at
her words as surely as if she had slapped him across the face.

“Rose, I’m so
sorry, you were never meant you to see that.”

“No shit.”

Part of her
wanted to cry, the other half wanted to beat the living shit out of
him.

“I love you
Rose, she means nothing, you need to know that. Oh Jesus I’m so
sorry.”

“I can’t deal
with this right now. Please, just go.”

“Rose, honey,
can’t we talk about it?”

She turned the
full force of her hate filled gaze upon him and he visibly
withered.

“I am going
into the kitchen. You are going to leave right now. If you say one
more word to me, I swear to God I will scratch your eyes out.”

With that she
turned heel and left.

Once in the
kitchen she slammed the door and clung to a work surface for
support. Her legs threatened to buckle under her and she fought
down the sudden urge to throw up. She closed her eyes and it was as
if the image of her husband and his whore were burnt into her
retina. She could see it all in the sharpest detail and she
suspected she would continue to do so for a long time to come.

Relief and
misery washed over her in equal measure when she heard the front
door slam. Then she let open the floodgates of her grief, slumped
to the floor and sobbed out her broken heart.

After twenty
minutes of tears she made a huge effort to pull herself together.
She thought about imposing herself upon a girlfriend. Lots of wine
and a friendly ear might go some way to alleviating her
heartache.

Instead it was
Mark’s number she dialled. It wasn’t even a conscious decision to
do so and she knew she should hang up. He picked it up after one
ring, as if sensing her indecision…

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