Chapter 47

Madison

Oh hell, I think I am in big trouble. You know the capital T kinda trouble. This is not supposed to happen, since when I do I fuck a man no matter how hot he is in the sack and have these weird ass feelings about him? I am not that girl, no way. Only, right now, I am feeling kind of weird, like just looking at him is making me melt. He’s hotter than scorching coals as he looks at me. And, when he says, “You’re right, Madi, it was just a one-off,” why does that sting? Yeah, exactly why indeed?

“I’m going to head for a shower and catch up on some sleep after I let Belle out.” I push my plate away suddenly having lost my appetite. I swallow the lump in my throat and hope to God my tears do not spill over, watery eyes, I mean I could lie and say I’ve got an eyelash stuck or something, right? That would work.

Before he can notice anything is going on with me, I stand up, tugging down on his jersey and practically run to the room where Belle is sleeping. I am not thinking straight a