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She grunts and picks up the pace. “Hmm you like that, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
Shit, I love everything with her. My balls tighten, and my muscles brace for an orgasm hauling in like a freight train.
“Remi!” She throws her head back, screaming my name as she clenches around me.
I hold her to the hilt and, with a decadent groan, empty deep inside her, not letting her go until I’m wrung dry. My eyes roll back from the intense pleasure vibrating through my body.
Mae clings to me like I’m going to disappear, and I rub her back. Soothing her through the emotion that builds when we’re together. She dots tender kisses all over my face, showing me without words how much she adores me.
“Same, baby. Same,” I breathe into her mouth.
Two months after that…
Mae
“Miranda Keller,” a woman in uniform calls my name, and I step up to the counter. “You’re here for Aubry Laughtin.” She barely looks at me as she slides a piece of paper my way. “Sign.”
When I scribble my name, I notice the shakiness of my handwriting. This isn’t nerves. It’s rage, and it’s taking everything in me to keep it under control.
I follow the officer down a hall and into a locked vestibule. From there, she uses her badge to enter another portion of the building. There is a corridor of steel doors to my left, and she knocks on the first one.
A male officer opens the door, and she waves me inside. “You have fifteen minutes and will be supervised the entire time.”
“I’ll only need five,” I say, purpose squaring my shoulders and empowerment straightening my spine.
When I enter the small room, my eyes land on her immediately. She’s slouched in the metal chair, swimming in the orange jumpsuit she’s wearing. Her hair is greasy and her skin gray, hands bound in metal cuffs.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Little Miss Perfect. How’s that stud of yours doing? I heard he’s still in physical therapy. Can he get it up yet?”
My face remains passive at her goading. Her remarks don’t cut under my skin like she wishes they would.
She’s wearing a smug smirk, like she got one over on me. It’s the same one she gave me when I found her fucking my boyfriend. It’s just … sad.
This beautiful woman, who has all the money and opportunity in the world, projected her self-loathing onto me—a poor girl from a trailer park, who pulled herself up by the second-hand bootstraps and made something of herself.
“You’re always so self-contained,” she spits, like that is a bad characteristic. “Dull and principled. It’s fucking annoying.” She ran over the love of my life because she was aiming for my daughter, and I’m annoying? “Get that self-righteous look off your face. You’re no better than me. Fucking trailer-trash bitch,” she curses under her breath.
Again, her words mean nothing. I’m not the one going to jail for the next twenty-five years.
Aubry jerks back, her chair screeching across the floor. She’s trying and failing to get a rise out of me. “No matter what I did…” Her lips curl under. “No matter how much I gave of myself…” she seethes. “My father, Brad … fucking everyone…” Her sharp shout echoes around the room, and the guard places his hands on his belt next to the taser. She cocks her head, and her eyes narrow. “They always loved you more.”
Ah, there it is, her petty motive—jealousy. All the havoc she wreaked because of the little green monster festering inside of her. It’s vile.
She has no Remi. No one who will love her unconditionally and unselfishly with all that they are.
She has no Isabel. Not one person to love more than herself. To show her how amazing love can feel when you give it away.
She has no Jay. No best friend that will stand by her side through thick and thin, no matter what. Jay also offered to help me hide her body, but that’s beside the point.
She has absolutely nothing but her hate, festering inside her like a cancer, her heart rotting away while her soul blackens. Her new home will be in a six-by-six concrete cell, where she’ll have to take a piss in the corner next to the thin mat she’ll sleep on. Far away from her three-thousand-square-foot penthouse in the sky. I have a sneaky suspicion poor little rich girls don’t make it far in prison.
It’s then that I feel sorry for her.
Turns out, forgiving her isn’t difficult at all. I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. I have no purpose here.
There’s no meaning in a conference room either. Especially when dealing with misogynistic assholes who underestimate the value of a woman.
