Lips, muscles, tattoos with a "huge ass print".
That's how my girlfriends first described him to me. Connor Brady. The new neighbor who had every woman in our quiet suburban town talking. He was of the tall, dark and ruggedly handsome variety. A little too rough around the edges. Cocky. With enough charisma to make you melt. All fine and good. But not for me.
The only man I was melting for was my husband. Married six years. We had a good life, with the big house and a sweet little girl we loved dearly. He worked. I wrote my novels and took care of our daughter, while occasionally dealing with his racist mother. Happily ever afters didn't exist but I had something close to it. But it all comes crashing down around me when my husband's betrayal shatters our marriage. It's in this low moment of despair that I find comfort in the neighbor. His companionship becomes something I crave. I wasn't looking for him but there he was. I should've resisted him... but I didn't want to. One night becomes two and then two turns to three and soon passion unlike any I've ever know threatens to upend our entire world and everyone in it. And the most frightening part was that I was willing to risk everything.
Categories: Original Fiction
Story Status: None
Word count: 14859
Read Count: 2610
Published: April 10 2020
Updated: May 20 2020