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Stolen Kisses Chapter 3 "What were you doing with McLean?" Justin asked with lazy indifference. Heather stopped in her tracks. She heard steel under the indifference. "What?" "You heard me. I saw you in his car." She sighed patiently. "He�s a friend, Justin. I ran into him downtown and he took me to lunch." He might not believe her, but that WAS what had happened. She had left out the soul searing kisses before they had parted though. Justin�s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "I didn�t think it could be anything more. He wouldn�t even give you a pity fuck. Just remember, I�m the only one who will ever give a damn about you." He hissed. Hot indignation and shame flushed her cheeks and she wanted to scream. She wanted to yell that AJ had given her a hell of a lot more than a pity fuck but she didn�t dare. That would throw everything out the window and she wasn�t ready for that. So she stood and said nothing. The hot tears came later. Heather shook the memory from her head. That had happened almost a year ago, but the wounds still returned. Most of the time she didn�t believe all the degrading things he said to her, but sometimes she did. Those were the scary times when Hope was AWOL and Despair was an all too present and real companion. Guileless blue eyes stared back at her from the mirror. They lied. Where was the girl she had been five years ago? The one who wouldn�t let anyone step on her, the one who had been madly in love with Justin, hell, the one who had given everything up for him. That was along time ago though, back when she thought that Justin had loved her and maybe he had but somewhere in there things had changed. Sometimes I wish to God I didn�t know now the things I didn�t know then, she quoted to herself. But that went both ways didn�t it? Sometimes she wished she�d known then the things she knew now. Then she wouldn�t be where she was. Justin came up behind her and placed his large hands on her bare shoulders. It wasn�t a gesture of affection, it was an assessment of how well they looked together. His cold blue eyes scanned over her blue and silver dress in detached appraisal. Finally he nodded curtly in approval and stepped away from her. "Let�s go." It was nothing short of a command. With a nod she grabbed her coat and purse, but stopped at the doorway to look once more into the mirror. A sophisticate stared back. The girl five years ago would have had the strength to leave. Turning away she followed him out.Next: Chapter 4 |