Every sin has a price…
My estranged husband, Rich, is a habitual cheater. He says he has a problem with commitment because he’s messed up in the head. I’ve called him on it more than once. No one likes a liar, no matter how handsome he is. He says he wants me to have casual sex with another man to even the score. I don’t need his free pass. I can do bad by myself. I already have…I spend my days working at the diner and my nights in an adult chatroom with a sexy stranger, keeping my body at a distance and my heart safe.
Rich’s biggest mistake didn’t occur when he stepped out on me. His undoing was inviting Trevor Stanley into our bed. Trevor is cocky, arrogant, and holds nothing back, but when he looks at me I’m drawn to him like light is to dark. Pending my divorce, Trevor seems to think I’m fair game and leaves more than his sex-laced advances on the table. He’s way too tempting and doesn’t seem to think it matters that my soon to be ex-husband is his boss.
All I really want is a no-strings-attached fling. My ticket arrives when I receive an anonymous invite to the Hotel Beaudelaire’s exclusive Den of Sin Winter Ball.
I frowned. “That’s because I told him to. I’m going to move forward whether you like it or not. I don’t want this marriage and neither do you.”
“Camille, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you period,” he stated.
I passed Rich on the steps, leaving him standing there. It didn’t take long for him to venture behind me down the driveway to my car. His shiny white Jaguar was parked conveniently behind mine, so I needed to say something to get him off my back.
“I feel like I’m being harassed by you, Rich. Do you extend this type of treatment to the other women in your life?”
I unlocked the door using the key fob and before I could touch the handle, Rich had already opened it for me.
“No, I don’t,” he said in almost a whisper. “But I know you won’t believe me.”
The nerve of him. What made him think that I would fall for that lie when for months he’d been going behind my back fulfilling his lusty desires with women like he was enjoying an endless supply of skittles?
“You’re right. I won’t.” I tossed my bags in the passenger seat and slipped in the driver’s side. “Now what you can believe is that I will lose my job if I’m late. I’m sure you don’t care about wasting time, but I bet you care about that pretty piece of metal blocking my way.”
I glanced in my rearview mirror at his Jag, started my car, and revved the motor.
“I’m sorry about everything, Camille.” His hand was on the inside handle of the car door. “I wish you could understand. Venture on my side of the fence for a moment. I got caught up. I had my…condition under control and slipped one time and messed everything up.”
I caught his wandering gaze and held it. “And when you say venture on your side…?”
“I think you should…” He visibly swallowed. “I want you to sleep with someone else. Maybe you’ll understand when I tell you there’s a difference between the casual sex I shared with women but had no intentions of ever seeing again and the sex that we had in our marriage bed.”
I shook my head and held up my hand to stop the bullshit pouring from his mouth. “I can’t with you right now. Not today. Not ever.” Irritation ran through my heated veins. “Two wrongs don’t make a right and it’s not about what you want. Haven’t you gotten that through your brain yet?”
As I looked into his sea-blue eyes, seeing them swirling with confusion and regret, it dawned on me that he was still self-conceited in his ways. Was the free pass that he so blindly offered for my benefit or for his? What was he really trying to prove?
His gaze narrowed on me. “I never want you to think that you aren’t good enough because you are. You were a good girl when I met you, Camille. I messed that up for you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to control myself. When you have some time, think about it, okay?”
Multi-published author Ambrielle Kirk writes diverse, edgy and seductive romance: multicultural erotic, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy. As a bestselling author in several sub-genres, she’s 2012 Swirl Award winner and 2014 Romance of Novel Excellence (RONE) Award nominee in the paranormal categories. She’s a PAN member of RWA, FF&P RWA, and co-founder and treasurer of CIM RWA.
She loves weaving tales where undying love is the main element. When she’s not writing, she’s plotting. When she’s not writing or plotting, she’s reading. Her reading and writing tastes varies between anything from alpha bad boys and billionaires to vampires and shifters. She’s a thirty-something year old wife, mother, book hoarder, 90s music fan, earl grey tea drinker, dark roast coffee fiend, platform and stiletto shoe collector, Keurig lover, and martial arts/action movie fanatic.