Play AlongBy: T.L. Swan
It takes an army to write a book and I undoubtedly have the best army on the planet.
To my beautiful friends who support me day in, day out: thank you.
My gorgeous Mum, you are so loved.
Vicki, Am, Rachel, Lisa D, Brooke, Jane, Nicole, Lisa K, Nadia—you girls are the best and thank you for all that you do for me. I love you all to bits.
To my gorgeous, talented friend and editor Victoria, you make me so much better than I am.
To my proof readers, thank you for stepping up and helping me. You’re also the best.
To every single blogger out there who supports the indie book community, without your support I wouldn’t have the dream career that I have. Thank you so much for all that you do for everyone.
To Linda, you help me reach the best version of myself and your help is invaluable. You are loved!
To my beloved gang in my Facebook reader group, the Swan Squad.
You girls give me a safe place to hang and someone to laugh with at least a thousand times a day. You have no idea how much your support means to me. Love you all.
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And to my beautiful hubs,
You… you are the reason I write love stories.
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And to my three little angels.
I love you.
In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in his arms before he kisses her.
The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as long as my gut instinct would allow.
I believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This can’t be happening.
My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away from that man.
Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he jealous?
No, he couldn’t be.
So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
I had obviously ruined their plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
Did they have sex in her bed or mine?
How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a cock, it seemed.
On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel room somewhere.
I took my time. I waited.
And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots… but why the fuck did he have to take her from me?
I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa. My life changed that day. Mel was happy, confident, and attractive.