Patience truly is a virtue.
As the baby of the family, veterinarian Mary Meyers is used to being overlooked and overshadowed. Back home, she indulges in a one-night stand with her eldest brother’s friend. He’s more than she thought he would be, but she isn’t sure she’s ready for another commitment.
Ron Glennon falls hard and fast for the youngest Meyers child. He wants more than just a clandestine relationship with her but she’s hesitant. He backs off and lets her have her way even though it’s killing him inside. Finally, the time comes for her to choose. Will he get to keep her after she’s returned to The Edge?
Reader advisory: This book is part of a series and is best read in order.
General Release Date: 15th May 2018
Mary Meyers cracked her neck as she walked up the old stairs to her apartment. It would be nice to be home early. Perhaps even she could call Damion and see if he’d like to do something this evening. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and fought off a yawn. Maybe not. She was exhausted and the thought of dealing with her boyfriend and hearing him whine about his life wasn’t appealing right now. Okay, it wasn’t ever appealing, but even more so right now. It had been a shit day.
She unlocked her door and shuffled into the apartment. It was small and tidy. Pushing the door closed behind her with one foot, she paused when unidentified sounds reached her. What the fuck? Is someone in here? Mary reached for the Louisville Slugger she always kept by the door, just in case, and made her way back to her bedroom, flexing her fingers on the grip. It wasn’t as if there was someone in her place, just that there were possible places to hide. She had a one-bedroom. Since she didn’t spy anyone out here, that left the bathroom or her bedroom.
Sneaking into the bathroom, she then checked behind the pale-yellow shower curtain, bat hefted in case she needed to swing. Nothing. That left her bedroom. She paused outside the door and jumped with a small squeak when the phone in her pocket began to vibrate.
Check the phone? Call the police? Or keep going as she had been?
Never one to have others do for her, Mary pushed open her bedroom door and stopped as shock slammed into her. Damion was already here, in her bed. He wasn’t alone, however. He had some buxom, chestnut-haired whore in there with him. She was on her hands and knees taking it from behind. Neither of them knew she was there. The bitch was blindfolded and had nipple clamps on her swaying tits.
Are you fucking kidding me?
She cleared her throat seconds before she cracked the bat down on the metal footboard. They both sprang apart and she gasped. Lying with Damion was one of the techs from her vet clinic, Christmas.
“What the fuck is going on here?” she demanded.
Both jumped at her yell once more, guilt spreading along their features. Damion pulled out of the bitch, his small cock shrinking, and he reached for a blanket to cover up. That left her exposed with red marks on her pale skin.
“Get out,” she swore hefting the bat once more. “Get the fuck out. Now!”
“Damion,” the woman screeched. “Take this blindfold off me.”
Mary cracked the bat again on the frame and took great pleasure in how they were panicking. “Get the fuck off my bed and out of my place.”
Damion pulled the blindfold off his bed bunny and looked back to Mary. “Let me explain, Mary-baby.”
She narrowed her eyes and swung again, the bat landing on the mattress between his legs. His eyes widened with fear and disbelief she would actually take a swing at his cock, which he’d named Sergeant Pepper.
The cheating rat bastard scrambled off the bed as he reached for his clothes. Mary advanced on the woman, bat raised again. “Get your skanky ass off my bed and out of my place.”
“I’m naked and handcuffed,” she hollered, scooting back, trying to get out of Mary’s way.
“I don’t give a fuck. Get up or I’ll drag you out by the clamps on your nipples.” She swung again, this time clearing off her dresser with the swing. Rage pulsed through her and she wanted nothing more than to use the bat against their heads.
Damion reached for his pants and she glared at him. “Get your bitch and go. Dress out there.”
“You’re not letting me get dressed?”
The asshole sounded surprised. She jumped up on the bed as the other woman fell off and struggled to her feet, fear overflowing in her gaze.
“Would you like me to let you two shower before you leave? Perhaps cook you some food so you’re not hungry?” She stomped across the mattress and backed them out of her room. Usually, she never wore her shoes past the front door but right now she was beyond livid and only wanted one thing. These fucks out of her place.
Damion had their clothes. The female was still cuffed with the nipple clamps on, and they were both naked. Mary dragged the bat along the wall, eyes narrowed on them both.
He slowed and she hefted the bat again. “You’re fucking crazy,” he announced as he scrambled to open the door.
“I’m not the one fucking some whore in his girlfriend’s bedroom.”
“You weren’t supposed to be home for another two hours.”
She chucked a dish he’d given her at him. “That’s your excuse, because I came home early? If I see you again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She pointed the bat at them. “Get out.”
There were people out in the hall as she forced the two naked cheaters out of her place. She noticed her neighbors looking, eyes wide.
Damion covered his dick but left the girl all the way exposed. She couldn’t cover anything since her hands were still cuffed behind her back. The nipple clamps and chain sparkled beneath the light.
Mary hefted the bat once more but didn’t leave her doorway. “I hope you two are very happy together.”
“What about my music collection and movies?” he demanded.
“They’ll be outside by morning.” She stepped back inside and slammed the door. Mary caught her reflection as she passed a mirror. Hair in disarray, blood on her scrub top and bags beneath her eyes. Not what passed as a sane person.
“Arrgh!” she screamed, swinging the bat once more and taking off pictures from where they sat on a small end table.
Dropping the bat, she propped her hands on her hips and took several deep breaths. She wasn’t upset that she had lost Damion, she was pissed she’d not known he was cheating on her.
She headed to the kitchen to grab the broom and many plastic bags—there was a lot of bedding to put in the incinerator—when her phone rang. She ignored it and got to work. Three hours later, house purged of anything Damion or his whore, she slumped down on the couch and tipped up the beer in her hand.
Her phone rang again and she reached for it. “Hello?”
When she got it, her heart stopped, the beer slid to the floor and spilled as she got the news.
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