So I'd given up my career. It hadn't mattered to me to go on working for something I no longer felt inspired to do. It was like when Jasper had left, he'd taken a part of me with him. The rest I had given to Skye and Jacob. There was nothing left for me.
"I should go now," Jasper said with a kind expression. "Let you get on with your dinner. And please finish it before you start reading that book again," he added without thought.
I felt a pang within my heart. For all those times he had said the same thing to me and all those years we had been together. Nobody cared now whether I finished my dinner or not. Nobody saw me.
"Stay a little longer," I whispered even though I knew I shouldn't. Our conversations had a simple rule. Don't get emotional. But I always ended up failing that test.
Jasper looked at me for a minute, his jaw clenched and eyes hardening. He stayed still for a moment before smiling and waving at someone who wasn't me. A guy appeared next to him, greeting him cheerfully before leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth. Then he glanced at the screen, realised Jasper was on Skype call and excused himself with a laugh.
I stared at Jasper with a stunned expression when his was the only face in my line of vision.
"That was Logan," he told me gruffly. "I've been seeing him. I need to go. We're having dinner together."
I nodded slowly as though in a daze, my heart exploding into a thousand pieces at the revelation I had just witnessed. Yes, I knew he wasn't living like a monk all this time. Yes, I was aware he slept with other people even though things were over between him and Jasmine. But...I had never imagined he was with a man. I had never seen him with one. Never believed he would one day flaunt one in front of me like this.
I'd thought I had been special to him. That he could never replace me.
"Good night, Cole," he mumbled before he went offline.
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Chapter Three
Skye Madison
The house was quiet when I got home that evening, making my way across the spacious living room to get to the stairs. It was almost ten p.m. I'd been at the gallery, finishing up some preparations for an art show the next day. My feet ached from the exertion and I could think of nothing more than a warm, relaxing bath and then bed.
Cole had left the bedside lamp on and was asleep with his glasses askew and an open book next to him on the bed. I removed my sandals and undressed slowly, keeping my eyes on him. It had been a week. Maybe more since we had last made love. He looked so delicious lying there on his side with his dark, messy hair and lean, muscled body clad only in a pair of sleep shorts.
Maybe the bath could wait a while. Slowly, with building anticipation, I crawled into bed to stretch out behind my husband, molding my body to his and biting my lips when my nipples grazed against his back and hardened painfully.
I started with soft kisses on his shoulder blade, my fingers trailing over his biceps and then down to his abdomen. I pressed closer, my pussy becoming moist when my flesh touched his.
He began to stir. I loved waking him up like this. On those days we weren't fighting about something that is. When I nibbled on his earlobe and moved to kiss his neck, I felt his body grow tense and knew he was awake now.
"Skye," he said in that sexy, sleepy voice of his.
"Mmm." I rubbed my legs against his sensuously and smiled. "Hi, baby."
He didn't respond to my touch in the way I was expecting. In fact, he seemed to shrink away a little and I frowned slightly at the reaction.
"I'm sorry. I...I have a headache," he said quietly.
It was like cold water being thrown over me. I retreated immediately and sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. Wow. Yeah, I certainly hadn't expected that.
Cole turned over to face me, the expression on his face apologetic. "I'm really sorry. I just-"
"It's fine." I smiled tightly and slid off the bed. "I'm going to go for my shower."
When I entered the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a while. I have a headache? Seriously? Shaking my head, I decided I no longer had the patience to draw myself a bath. Shower and bed it was then.
I'd only just lathered my body with soap when Cole stepped in to join me, looking all serious and absolutely headache-free. I said nothing when he backed me into the tiles and kissed me on the neck, running his hands all over my soapy skin.
I let out a moan and then kissed his mouth passionately. God, I wanted him so bad. The agony grew even more unbearable when his dick stiffened against my tummy.
"Cole," I whined a little as my arms went around his neck.
He drew back slightly to study my face and we stayed that way for a moment, desire blossoming inside our bodies.
"Can you please do something for me?" he asked me in a sober tone and I inclined my head to observe him. He sounded so very grave.
"Yes. Sure. What is it?"
Cole licked his lips before bending
