Find Me Online (A BWWM Romance Story Book 1) by Banks Esther & Club BWWM

Author:Banks, Esther & Club, BWWM [Banks, Esther]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Her stomach insisted she needed to puke but she fought it, her back pressed against the inside of the stall door, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, tears streaking her face. You're not gonna vomit. You're not. Fight it.

A sob stuck in her throat beneath the thick knot and she tried to swallow it, causing an ache that ran up the corners of her jaws and into her ears.

I'm glad you're here. We need to talk.

He wanted to talk? Talk? Was he fucking serious? Did he only say that because she caught him with someone else?

“Go to hell, Michael Jensen.” she choked out tightly. “I have nothing to say to you. Just...go fuck your fancy whore.” She closed the lid on the toilet and sat down, still hugging her pinching gut as she curled over, sobs bursting out of her. Stop fucking crying over him! He isn't worth it! He isn't worth shit!

A sudden rap on the stall caused her to jump. She raised her head a little but didn't speak, biting back her sobs.

“Cherelle, honey?” Olivia spoke low, soft, heavy sympathy in her voice. “Are you okay?” She heard the woman curse at herself before adding, “I'm sorry, of course you're not okay.”

“Can you take me home, Olivia?” Cherelle cried quietly. “I can't...see him.”

“Of course, hun.” Olivia started to add more when a knock sounded on the main door of the restroom. Both women went silent.

“Cherelle?” Michael's soft, deep voice came through, slightly muffled. “Cherelle...I know you're in there. Please...can't we talk?”

Cherelle ducked her chin to her chest and cried. “Please make him go away.” she whispered.

The dull click of Olivia's heels on the hard tiled floor echoed in the restroom as the woman walked to the door – and locked it. “Go away, Michael.” Her words were cutting, stiff. “Haven't you done enough? In case you didn't notice,” her voice strained with a layer of emotion. “Cherelle really liked you. And true to your species, you fucked her over. So just leave her the fuck alone.”

A long silence settled outside the door and Cherelle was sure he had gone. No such luck.

“Look.” Michael said, his words squeezed tight. “I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me speak with Cherelle.”

“She doesn't want to talk to you.”

“Then let her tell me that.” Michael's voice strained with a mixture of emotion.

Olivia sighed. “What? Her drink in your face wasn't clue enough? What do you need – her high heel in your crotch?”

Another brief silence, then a calmer Michael. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll just wait her out. She has to come out sometime.”

The echo of the lock snapping open reached Cherelle, then the door jerked open and she flinched, expecting Michael to come bursting in. But apparently Olivia stepped out, because the door closed loud and then she heard heated voices on the other side, mostly Olivia's. She could only make out the occasional word, but she could guess Olivia was giving him a good reaming.

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