With all the thoughts and possibilities swirling in my mind, I was pretty much moving on autopilot. Up three flights of stairs even though the elevator was working. I'd gone into the apartment and was half-way across the living room before I realized that something was off.
Gordon wasn't sitting on the couch, watching the news like he usually did on his days off. But his shirt was on the floor.
And so were a pair of heels I didn't recognize.
My stomach clenched painfully. They could've belonged to his sister. Meghan sometimes came by to see Gordon, and she wore heels like that.
Except neither of them were in the main living space, and I couldn't figure out why they would've needed to be anywhere else.
Part of my brain screamed at me to leave. To go somewhere else for a little while, then come back later and pretend I'd never been here or seen what I’d seen. I could play ignorant, pretend that what my gut – and common sense – were telling me was wrong.
But I'd never been one to walk away from a confrontation, and if Gordon was doing what I knew he was doing, no way in hell would I stick my head in the sand and take it.
I squared my shoulders, took a slow breath, then let it out. I wasn't calm, but I was close enough to deal with this. My hands curled into fists as I got closer to the bedroom door. I heard them now, the unmistakable sounds of two people having sex.
I pushed open the door.
Okay, make that three people.
I stood in the doorway, frozen, unable to look away even though I really wanted to. Gordon was kneeling behind a curvy blonde, every thrust making her large breasts swing beneath her. Another man was sitting on a chair in the corner, stroking his dick while he watched.
He was the first one to see me. “Want to join us, sweetheart?” he said, his eyes sweeping down my body. “My wife likes to eat pussy while she's getting fucked.”
Gordon turned toward me then, the color draining from his face as he froze. The woman didn't seem to care, pushing her ass back against him while he stared at me.
“Sara, I can explain.”
I held up a hand. “Not interested.”
“It's just fucking, babe,” Gordon said, his voice close to a whine. He pulled out, earning a dirty look from the woman. “You know I love you.”
His cock was sticking up, condom gleaming. At least, I thought, he had the decency to wear a rubber. My stomach churned.
“How many times?” I found myself asking. Then I shook my head. “Never mind. I don't want to know.”
“I wanted to talk to you about it,” Gordon said, rolling off the bed. “But you're so uptight when it comes to sex that I knew you wouldn't understand. This isn't cheating, and if you'd just give it a chance, you'd see that.”
Anger cut through the hurt. “Don't you dare lay this on me,” I said through gritted teeth. “If you wanted an open relationship, or you liked sharing partners...I'm not judging that. You should have told me when we first got together. Talked to me. That's why it's cheating, you asshole.”
To my surprise, the guy in the corner stood, his expression serious. “She's right. If I would've known your girl didn't know about this, I wouldn't have agreed.” He held out his hand to the woman on the bed.
“I'm not his girl,” I said. I yanked my engagement ring off my finger and threw it at Gordon. “Not anymore.”
“Sorry,” the woman muttered as she and the man picked up their clothes and hurried away.
“I'm going for a walk, Gordon,” I said, keeping my voice low and calm. “When I get back, you need to be gone. And I don't ever want to see you again, so make sure you get all of your shit, otherwise, it's going to the mission at St. Paul's.”
“Sara–” he began and shut up when I thrust out a hand.
“In case you've forgotten, this is my apartment. Has been since before I met you.” My nails bit into my palms. “You have the time it takes me to walk to the coffee place and back.”
I turned and walked out, ignoring his pleas for me to wait, to let him explain. I didn't want to listen to him. I didn't want anything to do with him ever again. Just the thought of it made me sick.
Between Gordon and Chad, I wanted nothing to do with men in general for the foreseeable future.
Chapter Two
Dorian
Las Vegas was fun to visit, but I always enjoyed going home to the Big Apple. The hotels in the city of sin were amazing, and I never minded the attention that was thrown my way by admirers, but a part of me liked the anonymity that New York brought. While we scheduled some fights in other cities, all of the big matches were in Vegas, and when I was fighting, that had been even more true.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Forbes?” The flight attendant gave me a polite smile.