Filthy Beautiful Lies(#1#2)

Colton

I lock eyes with Stella and my erection instantly fades. She steps out onto the patio surrounding the pool and comes to an abrupt halt, realizing I’m not alone. She looks older, harsher in the broad daylight – little lines crinkle around her eyes and her mouth puckers in a frown.

Her gaze collides with Sophie and I have the sudden urge to shield Sophie’s body from Stella’s cruel perusal – like her gaze alone will damage my sweet, pure Sophie. I glance to Sophie, who’s naked, pale and trembling.

“Well, now I see what’s been keeping you so busy,” Stella says, her voice devoid of any emotion.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Sophie steps back away from me, the loss of her touch unwelcome and unwanted. “C-Colton?” Her shaky voice is a weak whisper.

I don’t respond. I can’t. All I can do it stare into the sweetest pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen and pray to God she’ll let me explain.

“Yes, he’s married, sweetheart, so I suggest you get your naked behind out of my pool before I call the police,” Stella says, placing one manicured hand against her hip.

A single tear rolls down Sophie’s cheek as she moves further away from me and climbs from the pool, nude and shaking like a leaf.

My newly mended heart shatters into a million tiny pieces as everything I thought I’d gained in the last several weeks is lost again.

“Soph…” I hoist myself up over the edge of the pool and reach for her, but she jogs for the glass doors, bypassing the towels in her hurry to get away from Stella.

Fuck.

The ache in my chest intensifies. Stella’s voice cuts through the dark thoughts swirling in my head. I can’t lose Sophie. There’s more happening between us than what either of us ever expected.

I’ve fallen in love with her.

Just as the thought rushes through me, I know I may have lost her already.