Page 103 of Broken By Love


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“How many times, Noah?”

“Huh?”

“How many times did you fuck her? Did you fuck her in our bed?”

“Of course not. I would never.”

“But you would fuck her in the apartment we shared. That you had no problem with.”

“Please sit down. I need to explain.”

“How could you possibly explain your way out of this? I saw you.”

“I know, and I’m not trying to make excuses. Just let me tell you how it happened.”

As if I want a play by play of how his dick ended up inside Vivian. I’m weary, and all I want to do is go to bed. I can feel my fever starting to ramp up again. Bile is rising in my throat and I turn to run to the bathroom but don’t quite make it. The next thing I know, I feel Noah’s arms cradling me as he carries me to the bedroom.

“What, what happened?”

“You passed out. You’re sick. You need to rest.”

“I want to talk.”

He presses his hand to my forehead. “We can talk later. You’re burning up.”

He sits me on the bed and begins to undress me. I let him because I’m too exhausted to fight. When I’m down to my panties, I slide under the covers and promptly fall asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but when I wake up, the sun is sinking in the sky. I’ve been sleeping all day. As I stir, I see Noah sitting at the foot of the bed, cross-legged with his laptop.

“What time is it?” I croak.

“Nearly six. I was worried, you were moaning in your sleep. I’ve been here most of the day. Would you like something to drink?”

My throat is dry as a bone, and it feels scratchy, but my head feels a little better.

“Can I have some juice? Do we have any?”

He gets up and puts his laptop on the bed, then goes into the kitchen. I hear a glass clink and drawers opening. He’s back in a minute with a glass of orange juice and a straw.

“Sit up, so you don’t choke.”

He reaches over to help me, and I shrink from his touch. The look on his face is painful, and I know he’s hurting to see me react this way. Instead he pops the straw in the glass and holds it until I’m in sitting position.

“We can talk when you feel better.”

“Let’s talk now. I want to get this over with. I need to decide on my next move.”

“There is no next move. I’m not going to let you go.”

“You can’t make that decision for me. You cheated on me. I swore I would never be with a man that did that to me again. Do you understand?”

“I do, and I can never take back what I did. All I can ask is your forgiveness.”

“Did you fuck her this weekend when you were in Boston? Did you really stay at your parent’s house?”

“No, we didn’t have sex. I stayed at my parent’s house. The maid was cleaning when I got there and let me in. I found a key in my father’s desk drawer. I was lucky because I would have had to stay at a hotel.”

“Why did she come to New York?”

“Rory wanted to do some shopping.”

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