Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 81 - Bab 90

While her experience might be limited, she did know the difference between mindless sex and actually making love. It was silly of her to be having this argument, or rather, discussion with herself. The old her wasn’t into self-reflection or analysis and she certainly had never entertained the idea of making love.And yet that was absolutely the right description for the intimacy she and James had created. Sex was . . . Well, it was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Making love involved so much more. Trust. Mutual respect. And well, love.“You’re quiet, baby.”She glanced over to see James give her a sideways glance as he turned into their neighborhood.“Anything wrong?” he asked.“Not at all,” she said with a wry smile. “I was pondering the differences between having sex and making love.”One of his eyebrows went up. “Do tell. This sounds like an interesting conversation you were having with yourself.”She laughed. “I’m being silly and philosophical all at the same time.”“And? Are you

Sophia rose shakily on her feet. She still wouldn’t look at him, something he was glad for. He had enough regret for both of them.He got into the driver’s seat as she slid in on the passenger side. The drive to her house was silent, the quiet oppressive and stifling. With every minute that ticked by his sorrow and self-loathing grew until he was certain he would be consumed with it.He finally pulled into Sophia’s driveway. He got out and headed to his trunk to retrieve all of her things. Stuff she’d brought to his house. Stuff he’d gotten used to being strewn all over his house.He set everything inside her door, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. When he turned to go back to his car he nearly collided with Sophia. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her and she wrenched herself from his grasp.With a sigh, he headed toward his car, turning his back on her for good.“I would have never given up on us like you’re doing,” she called out.He stopped in his tr

“I’m confused,” Karla said. “But that could just be the alcohol talking. You’re going to have to explain, hon. I’m a little stupid when I’m drinking.”Sandra and Sophia both chuckled.“He made this big deal out of me tying him to the bed when we make love. So I’d know he couldn’t hurt me. So I’d know I was safe. Okay, so the reason he dumped me, or at least the reason he gave me for dumping me, was because he was afraid of hurting me. So if I tie him to the bed while he’s asleep and he has a nightmare, voila! He can’t touch me,” she said smugly.“You’re a fucking genius,” Karla said in admiration.“I’ll drink to that,” Sandra said.“Uh, maybe we should let up on the alcohol,” Karla advised.“Yeah, I have to sober up now,” Sophia said.“How come?” Sandra asked.Sophia pushed herself upward again, holding herself up with one hand so she didn’t keel over onto Karla.“Because when I sober up, I’m going over to his house. If he thinks he can just dump me for my own good and make me miserab

Karla pulled into a parking spot at the Lux Café in Houston, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw both Sophia’s and Sandra’s cars parked short distances away.Sophia being there didn’t shock her. Sophia was always punctual. But Sandra? Sandra was perpetually running late. Karla and Sophia almost always had to wait on Sandra, who’d dash laughingly inside the restaurant where Karla and Sophia waited, an unnecessary apology always on her lips for her tardiness.And, well, who could ever get mad at her? Especially for something so insignificant as being habitually late. Sandra was just someone who lit up a room with her warmth and sweetness. She’d come a long way from grieving widow after losing Clement to where she was now. Happy. In love. Married to Derrick, her former husband’s best friend. Karla was genuinely thrilled for both her friends. Sandra and Sophia had both found love. For Sophia, this was huge. She’d made monumental steps in her life, being able to finally overcome the

She didn’t think she’d ever failed Ken or embarrassed him, but now that paranoid side of her wondered just that. If he was somehow ashamed of her, that she was too outgoing, too bubbly for the staid, moneyed clients he catered to. His not wanting her to be a part of him courting and wining and dining his clients had ended up being yet another rejection, one that at the time hadn’t bothered her, but in retrospect made her heart clench. Was Ken growing tired of their marriage? Did she no longer satisfy him? Had she done something to cause him to lose faith in her? Their relationship? The not knowing was eating her up on the inside and it was growing harder and harder to cover up her growing unhappiness with a bright smile and words of understanding. She was lying to her friends, even though she knew they saw right through her façade. But the simple fact that she was lying, keeping so much locked inside her, made her feel like the ultimate fraud.She swallowed the quick knot in her throa