Chapter Nine
It was around seven in the evening the following day that I got my “jerk” reason not to feel too bad about sleeping with Paul. Incredulous, I couldn’t believe that it hadn’t occurred to me before. He was deceiving me. Following behind his truck in my car, on the way to the private dock where we’d hop in a boat to travel to Autumn Island, the thought had just hit me right out of the blue. I couldn’t even remember now what had made the thought suddenly click into place.
Now that it had clicked, though, I could have just about laughed at myself. The entire weekend, I’d been feeling guilty about deceiving Paul to get my story, and using his body to satisfy my own lust in the process, while at the same time, he’d been deceiving me about who he was.……
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