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Chapter 1

Stark Naked

It felt good to let the wind blow through my hair, to not think about the issues at home, or the heartbreak I left there thanks to my ex cheating on me.

It wasn’t even a cliché story.

I walked in on him screwing my boss on my desk.

Sure, we might have worked for the same company, but everyone knew about us; we were this hot item at the company, even if I was a hefty size twenty. I had curves and he loved them, or so I thought. Never pictured him railing my skinny boss, but boy was I wrong.

I walked away, quit my job, and left a note for my brother that said I was taking his key and heading up to his cabin.

I knew he wouldn’t mind because he always told me I was welcome to go whenever I wanted. Just let him know.

And I did.

I’m sure I’d be getting a call asking what was going on, but for the moment, it wouldn’t be now. Even worse is that my brother and my ex got along so it was going to be a lot uglier.

Not that my brother was the type to defend my honor so to speak, but I don’t know how happy he would be, if even at all.

I groaned as I rubbed my forehead as I tore down the highway.

“What was I thinking?” I muttered, turning the music up higher.

I didn’t want to keep thinking about him, but honestly, the image wouldn’t leave my head.

I saw his white ass pounding into her again and again, pushing papers, keyboards, and other important shit off my desk just to make sure he could pound into her even more.

I think I could be scared for life on that one, and it was crappy indeed.

What was even worse is having to explain to HR why I was quitting. I didn’t give a two-week notice, which really shocked them because I was a model employee. Hardly called out, didn’t cause problems, never ranted or raved about anyone. So, when I laid the paper on their desk and said I was walking out, they just gave me the most confused look.

“What is going on?” I mimicked the question, tears pooling in my eyes.

I couldn’t tell them the truth, because I didn’t want anyone to know the humiliation.

I just lied and said it wasn’t the job for me. Then I sent an email to my boss saying I resigned and she was stuck finding someone else. I did, however, sign the email with the fact that maybe she could get the asshole to be her assistant.

It was all that I was letting on that I knew what happened.

With a shake of my head, I cleared my thoughts, glancing at the time on my dashboard.

Having left the city before the rush of traffic, I was making good time and should be up at the cabin in another two hours.

My phone buzzed and it showed up on my dash, connected through Bluetooth. I hit the talk button as I smirked.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, where are you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, innocently.

Did I forget to mention that today was our anniversary, and we were supposed to be going out for dinner? Yeah, bigger asshole, right?

“Uh, what? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, what do you mean? Not a hard question. Why are you asking where I am?”