The Domville 2 by C.J. Fallowfield

Author:C.J. Fallowfield
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-07-16T23:00:00+00:00

D-Day

Lisa

My eyelids fluttered open to find myself in pitch darkness. I looked to my right, just about able to make out Simon’s body lying next to me. To my left was the iPod docking station and alarm clock. It was seven a.m. The Domville obviously had black out curtains, as none of the morning light was to be seen anywhere. Flashes of the night before came back to me as I gently stretched my aching body. My God. The things I’d done with him. Things I’d never imagined. I’d experienced so many orgasms from him being inside me, including anal sex. I bit my lip as I felt my cheeks colouring up with embarrassment. I may have played the part of Leanna last night, but inside I was still Lisa. I felt ashamed. Not to mention today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. The happiest day of my life. Except how could it be when I was waking in another man’s bed, questioning whether I could live with a man who’d never made me feel a fraction of what I had sexually last night.

Simon had commented last night that he came to London on business now and then, always staying in The Domville. He’d suggested exchanging numbers, for this to be a casual hook up thing whenever he was in the city. I may have broken out of my mould for one night last night, but I knew deep down that it wasn’t me. I wasn’t the casual sex kind of girl. I loved the stability of a relationship, of holding hands while doing the grocery shopping, snuggling together watching a film, having someone’s shoulder to cry on. God, if I could have my relationship with Brady and a sex life with Simon in one package, I’d be the happiest girl alive. I couldn’t face any awkward conversation this morning. I had too much to think about before making a decision that would affect Brady and I for the rest of our lives. When my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness I snuck out of bed, managing to locate my clutch, dress and shoes. Knickers were a whole other matter, I had no idea where they were. In the grand scheme of things they weren’t important. I crept from the bedroom into the lounge and stood by the front door, doing up the zip on the dress and then trying my best to wriggle it over my head and tug it down. I was out of breath by the time I was done and decided to carry my shoes. I was exhausted and slightly hung over. I didn’t need a broken ankle as well.

I carefully opened the door and slipped out, closing it quietly behind me. I quickly made my way to the private elevator for the Signature suite, wincing as I moved. I’d never ached so much in my life. Not even after running around Hyde Park at the weekends with Brady. I’d used muscles last night that I didn’t even know I had.

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