CHAPTER NINE
My fury and anguish combined with the glass of wine I had after Stuart left had me too frazzled to risk driving, so I sent for one of our pre-paid hired cars. The rain over the fresh snow made the journey slow. I was determined to go to Mercer Island and confront Dane, but my calls to his phone had gone straight to voicemail. What I had to say wasn’t suited for a voicemail; I needed to see him face to face, to look in his eyes and find the cruelty I had missed. I needed to understand how I had been blindsided by his seduction, his command of my body, and how good it felt when he came deep inside of me. All that time he knew he was stripping away Perfetto. I had been a mere amusement for him and his friend to toy with. It wasn’t enough to take my company; he had to f**k me too
