Page 11 of Room Twenty-Nine

That was not to be anymore.

Chantelle sighed and turned the shower off, climbing out of the shower. She was grabbing for a towel when she caught sight of herself in the large mirror over the sink. Her naked body was in full view, dripping with water. That was the only state it seemed to know right now.

She was happy with how she looked. She kept herself in shape, although she hadn’t had a chance to exercise lately so some of the toning was gone. But from the way Darren had looked at her, he hadn’t seemed to care.

The image of the three of them kissing her and touching her body flared back to life, and it was like Chantelle could see them running their fingers over her, Cedric’s mouth now kissing her hip as Matt sucked one breast into his mouth while Darren massaged the other one. He thrust his cock against her, and Chantelle whimpered.

Heat made her whole body shudder as lust went through her. The sight of her body being touched intimately was more erotic than she realized.

Imagine what it would be like if that was real and you could watch yourself getting fucked.

Chantelle’s face started to get warm. God, she really wanted to see that.

The sound of her phone ringing pushed the erotic thoughts out of her head, and Chantelle was left alone, standing naked before the mirror. Fuck. Why couldn’t she enjoy her private pleasures for a while without interruption?

Picking up a thick towel from the rail, Chantelle wrapped it around her and headed into the bedroom. Her cell phone was on the nightstand, flashing up with an unfamiliar name. Whoever it was had better fuck off pretty quickly.

It was probably a cold caller. Chantelle hated those damn things. She turned away and began to dry herself off. If she was going to be interrupted, she might as well be productive. Perhaps the guys had a bad movie they could stick on so they could just lounge around like the old days. Chantelle had missed those.

She had missed them.

Then her phone beeped, and Chantelle turned to see she had a voicemail. Quite a few of them. And lots of text messages.

Her heart sank. She didn’t need to guess who was trying to contact her. Wade. He had gotten around her blocking his number by using different ones. Chantelle kept blocking him, reminding him to go through her lawyer, but he just wouldn’t listen.

He never listened when it came to her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, but unable to stop herself, Chantelle sat on the bed and picked up her phone. She went to the most recent voicemail, taking a deep breath before she put her phone to her ear.

“Listen, you stupid bitch, this has gone on far enough.” There was no mistaken Wade’s snarl. “I said this wasn’t over between us, and I mean it. Stop ignoring me, you’re behaving like a child. When we married, we promised to love each other, and that never stopped on my side. I have never cheated on you, and you were stupid to listen to malicious lies. Get back to California so we can sort this out. Otherwise I’m going to come to New York and take you back. This is not over, and you are not walking away from me. You’re my wife, and that’s never changing.”

Then Chantelle was listening to the beep to say that was the end of the message. And all she felt was rage. How dare he talk like that? She had proof that he had cheated, and she was not going back to be treated the same way. He might think she was easy to bend to what he wanted, but she was not going to do that anymore.

The bastard thought he could have a hold over her still.

Snarling, Chantelle threw her phone at the wall, watching as it shattered into pieces. She wished she could aim it at Wade’s head. That would be very satisfying.

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Darren was still shakenfrom his private moment with Chantelle. She had stood there with her clothes stuck to her body, moulding to her like a second skin. She looked innocent, and very sexy at the same time.

He had wanted to kiss her for a long time. For years, he had thought about it. And he almost did it, right when she was practically in his arms.

Then he had backed away when Matt and Cedric joined them. He had let the moment go.

But it wasn’t the right moment. Chantelle had asked for him, and they were helping her out. This was not the time to be kissing her and wishing he could help her get undressed.

Knowing she was upstairs in the shower, very naked and not too far away, was almost like torture.

“Would you stop pacing around like that, Darren?” Cedric growled. “You’re making me even more nervous.”

“Oh. Right.” Darren hadn’t realized he had been doing it. “Sorry. I guess I’m still pent up from before.”

“Before?”

“From when we were preparing to share Kayla.” Darren resisted the urge to adjust his erection, which was straining against his jeans. “It’s taking a while for my body to calm down.”

Matt snorted.