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‘Come on, Lisa. Let’s
get you inside and cleaned up,’ came Roger’s gentle voice as one arm slid under
my legs, the other supporting my back as he carefully lifted me up into his
arms. Shock wore off as fast as it had set in and I burst into uncontrollable
tears as I buried my face in his chest, craving some physical contact and
reassurance that everything was going to be ok.

‘O, Lisa. He’ll be
back. He just needs to cool down. It was a hell of a shock. It’s
Brady.
It’s
you and Brady. You’re the most meant to be couple I’ve ever known,’ came
Mandy’s reassuring voice, as her heels clicked on the marble floor as she
followed us. I didn’t remove my face from Roger’s chest. I couldn’t face anyone
right now. Even if I looked up I doubted I’d see from the salt water clouding
my vision. My eyes were swelling from shedding so many tears in the last few
days. I was aware that Roger was no longer walking, but we were moving at the
same time. I deduced that we were in the lift just as it pinged and announced
our arrival in my suite. ‘First bedroom on the right, Roger,’ instructed Mandy.
I felt myself being gently laid down on the bed and a tender kiss on my
forehead.

‘Try and calm down,
babe. I’ll go and see if I can find him and talk this out. He’ll be fine when
he’s had a bit of distance,’ Roger murmured, kissing me again. I shook my head.
I wasn’t sure he’d ever be fine. Like he said, if he’d slept with my mother, I
wasn’t sure I could ever look at him the same again, let alone allow him to
touch me.

‘Get him back here as
soon as you can, Rog. Can you go and get Anita to sort everyone out downstairs,
she must have some contingency plan for things going wrong. I’m going to stay
with Lisa. She shouldn’t be on her own right now.’

‘Look after her. I’ll
ring you with an update as soon as I can.’

I heard a door close
then a beeping noise.

‘Gaston, it’s Mandy. I
need some medical supplies. My sister has hurt herself and is bleeding … O
right, how long? … Great, master bedroom.’

I tried to look down at
my weirdly numb knees to see what the damage was, but I didn’t have the energy
to move. All I could do was cry. Proper gut wrenching, bottom lip wobbling, gasping
for air, ugly crying tears of hurt. Was it ever going to stop?

‘O God, please try and
calm down. Gaston’s calling the in house doctor. He’ll be here in a few minutes
and can fix up your knee. Let’s get you out of your dress and into your pyjama
shorts set.’

‘No,’ I cried out, stubbornly
wrapping my arms tightly around my pearl encrusted bodice as I rocked myself.
Brady was supposed to be the one to take my dress off on my wedding day. No one
else was going to touch it. Only my husband got to take it off.

‘Sis,’ Mandy sighed.
‘Please let me help, I feel so useless.’ She sat on the edge of the bed,
stroking my hair as I continued to cry. Was this really happening? Maybe it was
all a bad dream and I’d wake up soon. I shut my eyes, replaying everything from
the moment Brady led me into that bar to reveal his surprise, over and over in
my mind. I tried to imagine all of the ways it could have gone differently. It
wasn’t until someone lifted my head and told me to take two pills and drink
some water that I was even aware of the doctor in the room. I did as I was told
in some kind of daze, before curling back up in the foetal position, gently
rocking myself through the tears. I felt so empty and lost. I just wanted Brady
to put his arms around me and tell me everything was going to be ok.

‘It won’t be long, the
tablets should knock her out for a while. I’ve cleaned and dressed her knees,
if she was walking then I’d say it’s just going to be bad bruising and
swelling. When she wakes up make sure she keeps her feet elevated. Gaston will
provide ice packs for them. I’d suggest getting her wrists checked at the
hospital as soon as possible, in case of any fractures. The adrenaline and
shock could be masking the pain right now. Here’s my direct number. If you need
me anytime, twenty-four-seven, call me.’

‘Thank you,’ came
Mandy’s distorted voice as I tried to fight my eyelids closing. It was futile
and I gave up my struggle. Maybe sleeping through all the chaos was best. Maybe
when I finally woke up, Brady would be sitting at my side, holding my hand. All
would be forgiven.

We’d never lied to each
other before. One of the strengths of our relationship was our honesty. But
right now I knew I was lying to myself. If the shoe was on the other foot and
he had slept with my mother, I’d never be able to stay with him.

He was never going to
get over this.

He was never going to
forgive me.

I felt like I was
slowly dying as the realisation hit me.

He was never going to
come back.

Just like that, in a
split second, eleven years of history meant nothing. One unwitting mistake had
turned my wedding day into a funeral, for the both of us.

My last thoughts, as
the drugs took effect, was why did we put our orgasms over everything else we
had? We could have got there on our own. In time we could have had it all, but
now it was all gone.

Why did we ever make
that stupid damn get out of jail free pact?

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The Domville 3

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00ZSYA8FK

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Mandy Roberts isn’t looking to settle down. She’s
single, financially secure and liberated when it comes to sexual conquest equal
opportunities. As a makeup artist for a major production studio, she comes into
regular contact with good looking celebrities and takes advantage of those
connections for her pleasure. When she stays at The London Domville for her
sister’s wedding, the hotel’s piano player catches her eye and it seems she has
her weekend of frolics sorted. The groom’s best friend, Rampant Roger, who has
secretly held a torch for Mandy for years, has other ideas though. Will he
finally step up to try and claim her, or will Mandy bypass him in favour of her
current sexual freedom?

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