Weekends were the worst. Ben sighed, staring at his pristine ceiling while his TV blared on the wall of his room. This was how he'd lain, on his bed and in the cocoon of silence in his mind, since discovering her deceit.
Four whole weeks now, he'd been unable to wrap his mind around her aim at pursuing him, propositioning him and then nothing.
Fine, she had called a couple of times...more than a couple of times and his heart had leaped every time. However, he would recall how foolish he had felt to discover that she owned Ritaz Imaginations, and he would ignore the call.
He should have made the connection; Kate's guilt had been obvious the whole time. He had been played and it made him feel not just foolish but inadequate. He would never have believed it if someone had hinted that she was that deceitful. She had always been so honest it was shocking that she had been lying the whole time.
