Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Julliet Harvey

POV

Everything about today started off as shit. I got a call from Paige telling me I was scheduled to come back to work tomorrow, my vacation is over and it’s time to get back to work, so I phoned my only ally against my cousin, only to find out she’s not answering my calls which is unlike her.

Being on vacation by yourself does not sound fun, but damn it was amazing having it cut short. Because of work was a damn bummer. I can’t believe how quickly they moved onto the next thing. It is annoying. Anway back to Kenny. I was actually worried for her; I went to her apartment first, but she wasn’t there, so I went to her company next.

On my way to check on her I got a call from the bastard. Justin was upset because we signed a contract that he would pay me back my investment in his company, I am suing him for my money back. The cheating bastard just let the insults roll off his tongue, like I meant nothing to him. Luckily, I recorded our conversation, following the advice of my lawyer.

When I arrived the bitch at reception refused to even listen to me and called security on me. Me! Me Julliet Harvey!

My scandals puts food on their damn tables and I was being disrespected like that.

If Blake had not stepped in when he did, I would have sued the whole damn company, Kenny could have gotten a job somewhere else.

Though I was not able to reach Ken I must say my morning sure was fruitful. Blake sure is more than just eye candy. The man is God, I have no words. I’m laying breathless on his desk, after being thoroughly fucked.

I have never seen stars before while I cum. I do not think I will ever catch my breath again, no not in this like time.

I do not know how long I lay there before I get up. I hear movement from him. I see him getting up and getting dress.

“Can you please pass me my dress?” I ask him.

He does not look at me but chucks my dress at me.

“Through the door on the right is a bathroom, you can clean up in there.” He points to the door; his voice is devoid of any emotions.

Does he regret what we just did?

Does he really regret fucking me? He looked like he was enjoying it.

I quickly make my way into the bathroom to clean myself. Once I have my dress on, and I am all cleaned up, I look at myself in the mirror. I see my hairs a mess I quickly tie it in a messy bun. My brown eyes do not look as dead as it did yesterday…

I do not know what my plan is, but I am going to make Blake mine. The man’s single. Fine and he has an amazing personality. While except for his post sex attitude.

That is something I am willing to overlook. It is great sex, a good-looking man and freshly broken heart. What could possibly go wrong.

I splash some water in my face I look for a towel not seeing one I check the cabinet under the sink. Finding a towel, I pull it out. A picture falls from the towel and onto the floor. I pick it up.

My heart freezes when I see a wedding picture. He is married? Fuck that shit!

I rush out of the bathroom with the picture in my hand.

“You’re married?” I ask throwing the picture at him.

He picks it up. He looks at the picture. When he looks at me. Guilt lingers in his eyes. My eyes travel to his hand a gold band on his ring finger. How did I even miss that? How did I not notice it before?

I shake my head. I rush out of his office. That fucker!

“Julliet! Wait, let me explain” he calls after me. But I ignore him.

Fuck that shit.

I can’t believe that happened to me. I can’t believe after everything I’ve been through, after being cheated on for years, I’ve just been the bad guy I’ve always hated. I have always blamed the women for hitting on Justin, but men are liars. Men are pathological liars.

I do not believe anything they say anymore.

I rush out of the building to my car. I get in and drive off. I do not even know where I am driving to, but I need to get away from here. I need to get out of here.

How could this have happened to me? Does everyone in this world deserve happiness except for me?

What did I do in my past life to deserve to be treated like this? Did I kill people? Did I sell women and children for a profit? Was I a devil? It must have been something serious for it to be this bad.

I reach my new house. Paige helped me buy it last month. It is a two story, five bedroom, five and a half bath, a pool in the backyard, a home theater, a home gym, and a tennis court in the backyard, I do not even know how to play tennis. The rules seem simple enough but then I got two blue eyes when Paige and I played as kids. I am sure to stay the hell away from flying balls.

I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I walk straight to the bathroom. I step out of my stilettos and chuck them in the bin, I do the same with my dress I don’t want any memories of today. It is not even twelve yet and I want to do shots.

I run my bath water. I untie my hair in front of the mirror. I pick up my brush from the counter and run the brush through my hair. I needed a hair cut. My hair is too long for me to manage right now, it reaches my tailbone. Though I normally have stylists doing my hair for the past two months I have been doing my own hair.

Once I am done, I turn the tap off and get into the steaming hot bath. I close my eyes and try to relax.

Though all I see is that damn man when I close my eyes. His dark eyes plague my thoughts. The way his almost jet black hair felt in my hands, so silky and soft. Justin’s always had gel in it so I could not run my fingers through his hair.

My eyes snap open. What the actual hell is wrong with me? I am never touching his hair again as a matter of fact, I’m not so much as going near him, or looking in his direction.