Obsession by Kayla Perrin Read Free Book Online

for a few months, so be it, but I need to know I’ve got a reason to hope. Hell, if you want to have an affair to even the score, do it if that’s what you need to do. Do it and then come back to me and let’s move on.”
    “So now you want to pimp me out to someone else?” I asked, aghast at the suggestion.
    “No! Of course not. But I hurt you. Maybe in a situation like this you need to hurt me back.”
    “You need to go now.”
    “I don’t want to leave. Not like this.”
    “Now.”
    Andrew stared at me, but my hard expression gave him no cause for hope. Sighing in frustration, he turned. He made the short walk to the hall table where he’d deposited his keys, scooped them up, then walked past me to the front door.
    The moment the front door clicked shut, I hurled the mug against the fridge, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

5
    I was on my second glass of wine when I called Marnie.
    “Hello?” she said sweetly.
    “It’s only me, Sophie, not TRULYACUTIE.”
    “Hey, Soph.”
    “What are you doing tonight?”
    “Nothing special.”
    “Good. Then we should go out. Somewhere hot and happening. Maybe even City Walk at Universal Studios, where all the tourists go hoping to get laid.”
    “You all right?”
    “But you’ll have to pick me up, okay? Cuz I’m already drinking and a little fucked-up.”
    “Sophie—”
    “Whenever you’re ready.” I hung up.
    Forty minutes later, Marnie was at my door. “Hey, girl!” I trilled, and pulled her into a hug. “Ready to party?”
    Breaking the hug, she took a step backward and eyed me with concern. “What the heck is going on?”
    “You mean besides the news that Andrew’s slut is suing him for five million dollars?”
    Marnie stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. “Oh, my God.”
    “No, it’s fine.” I waved off her concern. “I’ve got it all figured out. Andrew can go live with her so she doesn’t sue him for everything, and I can fuck someone else—with my husband’s blessing, even.”
    “Okay, you’re making no sense.”
    “Time’s a-wasting.” I wiggled my hips. “Let’s go par-tay!”
    Marnie took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, where she deposited me on a chair at the table.
    “What are you doing?” I protested.
    “First of all, it’s five-thirty, way too early to go partying. Secondly, you’re drunk. And third, you need to back the fuck up and explain what you just said. Andrew is being sued?”
    My false bravado crumbled, and I burst into tears. Of course, the wine I’d consumed helped my tears flow a little easier.
    I told Marnie everything that Andrew had told me. She got a box of Kleenex off of the nearby counter and put it in front of me. I pulled out a wad, wiped my eyes and blew my nose.
    “I’m sorry you have to go through all this shit,” Marnie said.
    “The good news is, he still loves me and still wants our marriage.” I snorted in derision. “Lucky me.”
    Marnie rolled her eyes. “What is it with men? They can have affairs and we’re supposed to be grateful when they decide they still want us?”
    I blew my nose again.
    “Can I get you anything?” Marnie asked. “And no, not more wine. How about coffee?”
    “Okay.” I nodded. “That’ll sober me up until we go out later.”
    “You still want to go out?”
    “Absolutely. I need to listen to music, dance. Drink some more.” At the mention of alcohol, my stomach turned. “And eat something,” I quickly said. “Something starchy, like bread or crackers. Popcorn! Do you mind making some?”
    “Popcorn?” Marnie sounded surprised.
    “It’s in the second cupboard from the right.”
    “Okeydoke.”
    First, Marnie set about making a fresh pot of coffee. Then she put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and, three minutes later, she was pouring it into two bowls. She passed one to me and put the other one at her place on the table. The popcorn taken care of, she poured two cups of coffee.
    “You want cream and sugar?”