Keith didn't come home, and I'm afraid I'm only half guilty for what Giovanni and I did in front of our house.
I'm not forgetting the fact that Keith used my identity on that offshore account for God knows why, but we're still technically "engaged", so being intimate with someone else is making this all so confusing despite the circumstances. It doesn't make it right. But then again, what is right in this chaotic world?
I shiver whenever I'm reminded of how shameless and weak I was that night. I can't believe I gave in to Giovanni so easily! I told him that I won't be able to say no, and he did exactly what he wasn't supposed to do. I'm to blame for being truthful to him.
My cheeks heat as my mind goes back to that night in his Yukon, still feeling his hand under my skirt, fingers thrusting in and out of me, oh so deliciously. It's been so many years, and yet Giovanni is still the only man who could ever undo me like that.
Oh, god. I cheated on Keith.
