Reckless (Irresistible 6)

Almost a year ago, admittedly, but that didn’t stop my neck from getting all hot at the memory.

Of his hands in my hair. His panting hot breath on my skin.

I was so starved for passion that all it took were those thoughts to get me quickly hot and bothered.

God, just get here already, I willed my fiancé, pouring myself a bit of his whiskey as I gazed again in the mirror.

Taking a sip, I let the warmth trickle down my throat then spread in my chest, my eyes following the sensation and my lips curling into a smile, because God, I was so ready for this.

I looked and felt like walking sex and at this point, I was just so damned eager to be touched and appreciated and looked at by Caspar the way I used to be. I literally couldn’t wait.

And luckily, I didn’t have to much longer.

Because within another few minutes, I heard footsteps approaching the door. Quickly, I put my glass down and leaned myself against the table, biting my bottom lip with both excitement because I could hear Caspar on the other side of the door, fumbling adorably with the key card.

“Goddammit,” he chuckled to himself, which made a full grin burst onto my lips.

But then I heard a breathy voice follow.

“Cas, hurry… please…”

I froze.

A chill fell over my body as the blood promptly drained from my face, but before I could even think to move or cover up, the lock gave a click and the door flew wide open to present me with an undeniable image.

Caspar’s face attached to the mouth of some girl.

And that girl’s hand shoved down his already-unzipped pants.

My stomach lurched as I felt my eyes light on fire. They stung with tears of betrayal that soon became disgust as she noticed me first.

“Omigodwhatthefuck!” she screeched, ripping away from Caspar and gaping open-mouthed at me.

My wet eyes burned into her. She was a short blonde wearing a band tee and her blue and green-streaked hair in two buns at the side of her head.

Blood roaring in my ears, I stared at her then Caspar, whose eyes were the size of saucers as he gaped at me, visibly trying to think of his next move.

“AJ,” he breathed out in shock.

And as our entire relationship flashed before my eyes, I prayed to God he’d have something better to say than what I sensed was coming.

But he didn’t.

“AJ, it’s not what it looks like,” he blurted.

God.

“So her hand wasn’t wrapped around your dick just now?” I hissed, marching forward and pushing furiously past him as he tried to hold me back.

“Goddammit, AJ, just let me explain—”

I flung his arms off me. “Do it then,” I seethed. Panting hard, I stopped firmly in front of him and stared. “Do it. Right now in one sentence or don’t bother,” I demanded, pausing exactly one-and-a-half seconds.

But all he did was stare in defeat.

So with a curl of the lip, I took off.

“AJ—what the fuck!” Caspar yelled as I furiously chucked my ring behind me.