Page 50 of Forsaken Vows
Years later, I moved into this neighborhood with my perfect little wife—and Janet was next door. Married now, but still wild, still needy. Still tempting. She was easy to buy with a few handbags and shoes.
She wasn’t as beautiful as Zane. Not as soft. Didn’t smell as good. Didn’t fuck as well.
But cheating with Janet scratched something in me.
Made me feel powerful.
Especially knowing her husband was some young thug who she said could have any woman he wanted. But I could have his wife. That made me better.
Knowing she was crawling on her knees for me, not him, made me want to beat my chest.
I tangled my fingers in Janet’s hair, sat back onto the sofa. She didn’t drop my dick from her mouth as I leaned back.
Zane would come back.
She always did.
But if she didn’t…
Well.
There were plenty of ways to make her regret it.
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy my win.
Chapter 24- Zane
I couldn’t believe how fast a week passed.
A whole friggin’ week.
Seven days of waking up tangled in Sam’s sheets.
Going to sleep every night with my legs shaking, heart still racing. Exhausted from being fucked dang near into a coma.
Seven days of not going home. Not checking in. Not facing any of my responsibilities.
We’d just been working, fucking, enjoying our time together.
But Monday was coming.
Sunday night, I had to face facts. I needed to go home.
Mark had called my parents.
My mama was blowing up my phone like I was seventeen again.
I couldn’t hide anymore.
I sat up in bed, the sun barely up.
I tugged Sam’s T-shirt down over my bare thighs.
He was naked, half-asleep, sprawled out looking relaxed.
“I gotta go this morning, Sam,” I said quietly.
He didn’t move at first.
