She didn’t speak to Heather at all; it was like she was a distraction, or worse, that she was simply a prop for the amusement of Nick and Rebecca.
To her great shame, Heather realized she didn’t mind being that prop and wanted it more than she wanted to admit to herself.
I’m sore, she texted to Nick the next day.
He didn’t respond for a long time when he finally did she was home and getting ready for bed. She had actually considered going to sleep with a cold pack between her legs because she was still a little swollen from all the s*x with Nick over the weekend.
I’m not surprised. That was the extent of his answer.
It pissed off Heather. She had gone through a lot for him—mostly waiting—and he didn’t seem to appreciate that she was happily playing second fiddle to his wife just so he
