Gloria's Revenge by L'Amour Nelle

Author:L'Amour, Nelle [L'Amour, Nelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nelle L'Amour
Published: 2013-11-20T18:30:00+00:00

“No, Kev. I can’t do that. I’ll be there.”

Kevin proceeded to fill me in on the latest stock crisis news. It was not good. Rumors all over Wall Street were circulating that the Board of Directors was going to ask me to resign. This day was quickly going from bad to worse. Reality stabbed at me. By tonight, I might even be introduced as the “former CEO of Gloria’s Secret.”

I told Kevin to keep me posted of any new developments and then ended the call with an exchange of “I love you.” He always had been and always would be there for me. Our last words whirled around in my head. I love you. Jaime and I had never uttered these three words nor would we ever. My heart sunk lower as if lower were possible.

As much as I wished I could stay in bed all day with the covers over my head, I was still, at least for the moment, CEO of Gloria’s Secret, and I couldn’t eschew my responsibilities. I forced myself to roll out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror. I looked every bit the train wreck I was. My duo- colored eyes were bloodshot and swollen; my skin pasty, and my long braid was a disheveled mess. I immediately brushed my teeth just to get the taste of something fresh in my system. It helped, the minty toothpaste revitalizing me a little. What I really needed was a shower.

Despite Kevin’s urging not to get my bandaged finger wet, I let the hot water pound on my flesh, sparing no inch of me; it stung my finger. With a large soapy sponge, I washed every part of my body, but I couldn’t wash the painful memory of Jaime Zander away. It was moreover impossible not to think about the sensuous times we’d showered together. Tearfully, I circled the scar that never let me forget that my past was real. Beneath that scar, there was a new one that could only be felt, not seen. It was the scar on my heart that Jaime Zander had left behind. Madame Paulette had once told me that the scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal. I wondered—do they ever?

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