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even worse. Given different circumstances, it wouldn’t have been quite so bad.
    “Heather, Heather,” he whispered. Maybe he wasn’t good for her. All he seemed to do was upset her, time after time. Maybe the kindest action would be to leave her alone. Yet Ryan knew, even as the thought crossed his mind, that he’d never be able to do that. His cock pressed firmly against his jeans, indisputable arousal that only Heather could satisfy.

3 – Tears
    He’s a fake, that’s all there is to it, Heather thought. But she couldn’t put him out of her mind. Her body ached for him, his scorching hot touch.
    Her apartment seemed emptier than ever. Sleep eluded her. All night she’d hugged her pillow and sobbed. Even then, she’d ached for him, desire pressing against her excited clit. The pain was intolerable.
    At least she wasn’t planning to go to the office today, so nobody would see her swollen red eyes and ask questions. She couldn’t face questions.
    The chimes of the doorbell echoed through the room, reminding her that she’d agreed to have lunch with Jenna today. Her trusted friend was a welcome sight. Heather didn’t realize what a mess she really was until she started sobbing again, uncontrollably, trying to explain to Jenna why she didn’t feel like going to lunch today.
    “Hey, Heather, don’t worry. We can do lunch another time. Tell me what happened, please. I want to hear everything.” Jenna sat Heather down on the sofa and handed her some tissue.
    “I hardly know where to start,” Heather blubbered. She saw the crease in Jenna’s forehead and took a deep breath. She proceeded to recount last night’s events, slowly, between sobs and dabbing her eyes. Jenna’s eyes widened at the pure romance of the story, even though Heather didn’t give graphic details.
    But the crease in her forehead deepened when Heather described making her earth-shattering discovery. Jenna was quietly shaking her head.
    “This doesn’t make sense.” Jenna stood to pace back and forth, rubbing her temple. “I feel so horrible for you, that you had to go through that.”
    Heather looked down at the floor. “I can’t see him again. He’ll destroy me. I don’t seem able to resist him.” She buried her eyes in a fresh Kleenex.
    Both girls jumped when the doorbell rang again. “Are you expecting anyone?” Jenna was already walking toward the front door.
    “Nobody else, just you.” Heather shook her head.
    “Who is it?” Heather asked. Jenna had her eye against the peephole. Suddenly, she jumped back. “It’s him.”
    “Ryan?” Heather gasped.

4 – Explanation
    Jenna slipped out the door and Ryan barged in. “You have to listen to me, Heather. Let me explain, please. I’ve been up all night.”
    Heather was hardly presentable. She could just imagine her puffy eyes. And she was dressed, barely, in a thin satin robe. Ryan looked dashing, as usual. She felt excitement flood through her just looking at his biceps. He wore a short-sleeved polo shirt with his washed jeans.
    Ryan saw the distress Heather couldn’t hide and felt even worse. Her soft blond curls were held up in a clip. She looked deliciously disheveled.
    “You’re engaged?” The words just came out before she could think.
    “No, not really.” He took her hand and pulled her to the sofa. “It’s kind of a long story. I don’t suppose you’d just trust me.” The look on Heather’s face was distracting. She should hate me , he thought. Yet there was a look in her eyes that he’d come to know in just this short time. Ryan felt the lust consuming him, being this close to her. He had to fix this mess.
    “Let’s just say that in my business, there are pressures. Publicity is a big deal.” Ryan combed his hand through his hair.
    “So, you are going to marry her?” Heather moved away from Ryan, leaning farther back on the cushion behind her. Looking at Ryan’s anxiety pulled at her heart, but she tried to stay strong.
    “No. Believe me when