He'd left thirty minutes before Mac walked in on me gorging myself on bacon to fill the emotional anguish caused by the ache in my core.
That telltale ache that made me cross my legs and press my thighs together all day because a certain six-foot-something gremlin decided to deny my orgasm out of petty jealousy.
Jealousy. It made me uncomfortable that Marco felt jealous, especially when we agreed it was just sex and he was engaged.
Had he left his fiancée all night to be with me? That thought made me feel like a shitty quality of woman. It was a marriage of convenience between them, but it was still disrespectful. Elena had been looking at me a lot yesterday and for the most part I'd pretended not to notice, but there were times where our eyes would meet and I'd smile awkwardly at her.
It was the 'I think you're lovely so it's nothing against you but I'm fucking your man' type of smile.
God, I hated being the other woman.
