by Pamela Ann
By noon, the house was still packed. People were still lazing around the beach drunk, some naked, some passed out, while others were eating and drinking the day away.
When Amanda and Cece joined forces to annoy me, I was contemplating leaving the party, but Russo and some other guys were yelling that I was “pussy-whipped.” So, to prove a point, I stuck it out.
I was on the hammock, enjoying the breeze with my shades on and eyes closed when Cooper popped out of nowhere, checking up on me.
“Thought you were down and out, passed out with some sand in your mouth or something.” He grinned at me, red from the alcohol, not the sun.
“I’m drunk, that’s why I don’t want to move, because that might just be the end of me.”
“Hey, Cece and Amanda are talking about you, just letting you know. Don’t do anything stupid, okay, bro?”
Okay, I knew he meant well, but that just rubbed me the wrong way. “Shut the fuck up, Coop. I’m not going to. What the hell?”
He barely gave me a shrug before his eyes wandered somewhere else. “Good. I’ll be back in a few hours. I think the girl that I saw earlier just reappeared again,” Cooper rushed out, leaving to seek out the woman he’d apparently been eyeing.
Needing to pee, I got up and finished my bottle before striding towards the palm trees at the farther end, away from peeping folks. I released a sigh of satisfaction.
I spun around, about to zip my pants up when Amanda and Cece came out of nowhere. I stared in shock as Amanda got on her knees and pulled my cock out of my boxer slit before sucking it, hungrily. Cece was behind me, cupping my ass while she licked and nipped around my neck.
“Stop!” I screeched, commanding them to halt their antics, but they weren’t paying attention to me.
To my disgusted horror, I was getting so turned on while I watched Amanda gobble on my dick like it was her last meal. “Please, stop,” I pleaded, somewhat moaning.
“We have a few surprises in the boathouse, baby. How does three more willing girls sound?” Cece rasped out in my ear, licking while her hand toyed and scratched my torso, making me hiss deliriously. “Five girls for you to play with… fuck with, Carter. This will be our little secret, no one will know.” She then directed towards Amanda, who was attached to my cock, never letting up. “Is he ready for us?”
Amanda bobbed her head, sending more delicious currents all over me. Five girls and no one would know? Fuck, should I? God, I was so tempted, but Emma. I couldn’t. This has to stop, I thought with new determination, but that was before Cece got on her knees too and started to suck on my balls. Both girls were sucking, saliva dripping on the sand, milking my cock like it was their king, their reason.
I was losing my strength, my battle of resistance, because my orgasm was a suck away and having two girls was just fucking insane. It didn’t surprise me that I was ready to pass out after I came. When I was led to the boathouse like I was under a spell, though, seeing the three naked girls waiting on me, I knew I really was fucked.
The orgy went on for hours. I simply lost track of the time. We would sleep, wake up and get drunk, fuck then sleep again.
I should’ve seen it coming, but I was so messed up that my brain wasn’t even functioning well. When Emma appeared out of nowhere, I swear, I saw my life flash before my eyes.
“MOTHER FUCKER!” she screamed like a banshee, halting our movements.
My heart broke when I saw the tears falling off her beautiful face. Right then it dawned on me, how disgusting this was, how disgusting I was.
“Emma, baby!” I started, wanting to explain, but what did I have to say? That it was too hard to resist? There simply wasn’t an excusable reason I could come up with to rationalize this without losing Emma.
“FUCK YOU! Now you won’t be fucking anyone tonight! We are through!” she bellowed at me before stomping on my dick, full force.
I wanted to vomit! Holy fuck, this was beyond painful. “What the fuck, Emma!” I yelled before I curled up, cupping my balls.
I wasn’t sure what happened next because I was so caught up with my own injury to listen to Emma spitting fire at the rest of the women.
Stupid mistake that was, and hours later, I was at home mourning the loss of my love. She wouldn’t pick up my calls.
There was no doubt in my mind, Emma was not going to be forgiving about the incident she witnessed, and I was a messed up person. With Emma, I knew fear. And tonight, I was locked into a nightmare.
Albeit, a nightmare of my choosing.
You’ll Always Be My Girl, Emma
For a few months, I chased after her, begging for forgiveness, but she was completely shut off.
Grudgingly, I gave her space, knowing that she needed it. Time, I was going to give her a breather, but not enough to completely forget me.
Those who knew me well should have known that I wasn’t going anywhere. Once my mind was set, it was programmed for life.
In some ways, this entire suffering only brought to light how much I really loved Emma. I agreed with what most of the people said, that I didn’t deserve her, but they didn’t know me. They didn’t know what was in me, what I was feeling then, yesterday and today.
Admittedly, I made a huge monstrous mistake and I have been suffering for it ever since.
She wasn’t going to forgive me. It wouldn’t even surprise me if she chose to be with Bass, thinking she made the right choice because of this mistake, a big fucking mistake.
So here I was, back in my old bedroom in Montecito, staring at the one thing that would prove my love and my loyalty. Yes, I wasn’t going to sleep with another woman until Emma was ready. Extreme? Maybe. But I deserved this punishment and I was willing to pay my dues.
As my grandmother used to tell me as a kid, “You have one life to live. Never give up because you only get this one chance. So live it, learn it, own it and accept it. Conquer it.”
I’m never giving up, Emma. Might as well kill me because you’ll always be my girl, whether you want to be or not.
So it begins….
The Torn Series:
Scornfully Yours(Emma)
Scornfully Hers(Carter)
Frayed(Trista)
Blasphemous(Emma)
Scorned(Lindsey)
Fixated On You(Emma)
Crushed (Amber)
Untitled Novel (Carter or Bass)
Other books by Pamela Ann:
Lily’s Mistake
Chasing Beautiful
Chasing Imperfection
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Frayed
(Torn Series)
Pamela Ann
Frayed
Pamela Ann
Copyright © 2013, By Pamela Ann
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Acknowledgments
To my amazing beta readers, Cami Hesnault, Dawn Martens, Tia Marie and Beck Sewell. I want to thank each and one of you incredible ladies for taking the time and effort to help me hone the book to its fullest potential. All of your input was substantial and I am more than grateful for all of your detailed feedback. Your love and support helped me through the writing process.
Mom, as always, you rock! Niko, I love you very much. To my brother, Lorenzo, I do appreciate your comical monstrosities, thank you. And to my siste
r, Amelia, thank you. I love you both dearly.
Lastly, to all of my readers, especially my Facebook dolls, Triple M’ers and Goodreads folks, I graciously express my heartfelt gratitude for all the support you’ve all shown. Thank you all for making my dreams into reality.
For those who loved with all of their hearts—got betrayed and left broken…this is for you.
Prologue
If someone would have told me a year ago that my life would be irrevocably wrecked, I would’ve laughed in their face. You see, I was once a good-natured person. A fun-loving, devil-may-care woman, who laughed a lot and partied until the sun came up.
Yes, I was a party girl. Why? Because it was fun and I had a blast dancing and flirting with guys. Flirting was my thing.
It was my specialty.
Even though I partied, kissed and sometimes ended up doing more with these guys, I never loved any of them. Do I have any qualms about falling in love? No, never that. I always wanted to fall in love, but none of the guys made it happen for me.
Well, at least none of the guys I kissed and hooked-up with, anyway.
That is, until Harry.
Harry was the perfect man.
Unfortunately, he was perfect for my cousin, Harry’s wife, Becka, too.
Yes, Harry’s married… to my cousin.
Did I plan to fall madly in love with him? Never!
But it happened… and there was nothing I could do once it did. I was sucked into this unique world. A world where all I could ever do was follow where my heart would beat at a speedy, exhilarating rate.
I lived for Harry.
I breathed for Harry.
I loved for Harry.
Even though I knew having an affair with him was immoral and, without a doubt, scandalous, I didn’t care. Nothing mattered then. No thought, rhyme or reason could deter me; us.
Once our lips touched, the flames were instantly ignited.
The fire was consuming, searing and hot. If I were a wiser person, I would have known that fire—once it gets out of hand—cannot be controlled.
It spreads, destroying everything it could reach and everything that was in its way.
It devours all with totality.
And sometimes it causes fatality.
I could’ve prevented this devastation if I had not succumbed to the wills of my heart and body.
One kiss was all it took to destroy me.
One gargantuan mistake was all it took to end me.
A month ago, Harry killed me.
But he didn’t know.
No one did.
Chapter 1
…About a month ago…
Trista
“Congratulations! You’re going to be a new mommy!” The enthusiastic, middle-aged doctor announced. I sat there, immobilized and speechless as her words rang in my ears.
“Oh… I am?” I whispered, wholly aghast. Pregnant… with Harry’s baby… The thought alone brought happy and sad tears into my eyes.
The doctor dimmed the lights before she started to prep me for the ultrasound. She was telling me a story about some pregnant woman, but I could barely hear her. Quite simply, I was distraught and horrifically panicked. When the doctor lifted my gown and exposed my belly, she kindly warned me that the gel would be a little cold. I moved my head to the side, away from the small screen, as the realization of what my thoughtless actions had borne with them. Before I knew it, the whole room was surrounded by a loud whooshing sound.
A heartbeat.
My baby’s heartbeat…
“Let’s, see. You’re about thirteen weeks,” The doctor continued as she started to point on the screen, telling me which part was what.
She pointed out the baby’s head and told me what was developing at this stage. Curious, I made an effort to watch the tiny screen. I barely nodded at her while I stared blankly at the screen, seeing the tiny seed that was my baby, but really not seeing it. How had this happened? We were always careful. Harry always wore protection. Every. Single. Time.
“Do you have any questions for me?” The jovial doctor asked, while she maneuvered around and studied the screen closely.
Tons, I had so many to ask, but no answers for her to give. “I think you’ve explained everything,” I responded flatly. This was the worst possible outcome of our affair. All the possible bad scenarios played in my head as the doctor did her own thing. The first one was Harry’s reaction. The second one was the outcome of this pregnancy.
I barely registered what the doctor was talking about as she carefully cleaned my belly off and slowly pulled my gown back to order. While giving me some sort of pregnancy advice, she was jotting down a prescription for my pre-natal vitamins and whatever else she thought I needed. The doctor was rather oblivious to the horrified expression I have had ever since she announced the pregnancy less than an hour ago. When my period didn’t come as scheduled, my intuition pointed towards stress, but never pregnancy.
I was about ready to leave, when the doctor immediately got up and handed me a few of the ultrasound pictures. “Here, I forgot to hand these to you. Be safe now and don’t forget to stop by at the pharmacy to get your vitamins. I will see you some time next month at your next appointment, when you’re in your second trimester.” She smiled kindly at me, blind to the turmoil I was emotionally going through. Could she not see the sadness in my eyes?
I murmured my thanks without glancing at the pictures before leaving the room. My legs felt like jelly, numbed inside. With utmost determination, I huffed out a deep breath and started to walk out of the medical building. My off-white Mercedes SUV was parked closely. Once I was in the safe confines of my car, I summoned all of my energy to brave it out and look at the ultrasound photos.
The two by two black and white photos stunned me. My finger traced the tiny white form on the picture as tears gathered in my eyes again.
Harry and I were always careful.
What the hell do I tell everyone, most especially my parents? This was going to be a big mess. A mistress with a baby. My mom will die if she finds out her first grandchild is going to be a bastard. She will say it and see it as such.
My thoughts ceased as I heard my phone ring.
Harry.
I wiped my tears away before I took the call. “Hey!” I tried to sound as normal as I could.
“I’m at the hotel. Where are you? I only have a few hours and I want to make use of those hours buried inside you.” Harry tried to sound seductive, yet he failed miserably. He used this tone when he was stressed out. I knew for a fact that my cousin Becka was having a hard time with her pregnancy, and she always lashed out at him because of it.
“I’ll be there in twenty. See you.” I started the engine before I ended the call. For the entire ride, my thoughts provoked me.
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what Harry would really feel or think. Maybe when he’s made his choice, maybe then, I can allow myself to think what I really feel about the whole pregnancy. Because as of right now, the only feeling I have is indifference—numbness.
I was meeting up with Harry in our usual hideout, in the Four Seasons cottage, always booked every two weeks for two nights. I used to count down the days until he was mine again. Before Becka got pregnant, I used to get two nights with him. In these nights, we were simply a man and a woman, but now, I only get a few hours a week, or a night here and there. I wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t have a say in it. It’s either I end it with him or stick to what he could offer me, and I always chose to be with him. Always.
It took me approximately twenty minutes to get to the hotel. Add another ten to park and walk towards the cottage. I took three calming deep breaths before my finger pushed on the buzzer and the door was opened after only a few seconds.
Harry stood there wearing his grey suit and I paused to drink him in. He looked polished and put together. He was about six feet tall, dark, slicked-back hair with chocolate eyes. His build was on the lean side and he had that roguish sex appeal.
“You’re looking at me like you haven’t eaten for days. I promise I will feed you, Trista.” Harry laughed as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me thoroughly.
He was right, I was hungry for him. I showed him how much I hungered for him through my kiss. As I pressed my body against his, he made a deep growl against my lips. Harry swiftly pulled us inside without breaking lip contact. It was always like this.
Crazy hunger took me over. It was in charge of my body, and I ached to be with him and only him. He hastily used his foot to shut the door closed. I was moaning against him when he lowered us both to the foyer floor.
“Trista…” he grunted, still kissing me.
With one hand, he swiftly took care of his pants. I could hear the tear of the condom packet before he brashly lifted my skirt up. His fingers hooked the sides of my thong, pushing it to the side and I buckled when he parted my wet folds; stroking me passionately. It took him less than a minute of foreplay before he was sliding inside me. Harry kept saying my name each time his cock entered me. His lovemaking was hard and fast; like he knew our time was running out and he wanted to get as much as he could from me.
“Harry!” I sobbed when I felt my release run through my body. On cue, he started to pummel me more. I felt him tense. After a few more hard rough strokes, he came.
He took my lips and kissed me a few more times. “I’ve missed you.” He smiled at me with love in his eyes. With the back of his finger, he gently stroked my cheek.
