Thirty-one

Lenora

My heart raced like a thief caught stealing from a clothing store.

The logical part of my brain knew that telling Killian the truth about my cramps would make him see the reason CJ was in his apartment, but that was a half-lie if I skipped the make-out sessions and the explosive orgasms CJ had given me.

It was best to keep silent.

Holy cow! I was becoming someone else, doing things I never would have thought I was capable of doing. This reminded me of the Cheating Wives movies I used to watch with Esme.

Focusing on Killian, I made sure my smile was as wide as I could muster, one of those cheesy smiles that made you look completely insane while icy fear twisted around my heart.

Just thinking of Killian going in there and seeing CJ made fear stab me multiple times that I felt physical pain.

"Hey, you?” Killian grinned back, then ran a hand on my silk robe and leaned forward for a peck.

"Welcome back. How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?"

My questions were to stall