Free The Other Woman by Eve Rabi Page A

had over a week to kick some arse.
    I waited for Bradley to mention the upcoming weekend away to me. He didn’t. I became furious and decided to teach him a lesson. We had plans to meet the following, which was Saturday.
    Without telling him, I packed a bag and flew to Melbourne to visit my spare wheel, Greg Barrows.
    On Saturday evening around 6 p.m., my phone rang. It was Bradley. With a smile I let the call go to voicemail. Then I received his text.
    Outside
    After that I got a few texts.
    Scarlett im outside
    Scarlett did u forget bout us
    My phone rang several times but I ignored it. Within the hour, I got fifteen texts and nine phone calls. I ignored them all. Let the bastard stew.
    On Sunday morning, I got a worried text from Bradley.
    Just tell me ur ok thats all
    Of course, I did not reply. I arrived in Sydney on Sunday around 9 p.m to find a huge bouquet of roses waiting at reception for me. With a smile, I picked up the flowers, stepped into my apartment, and prepared for a leisurely shower.
    Just before I stepped into the shower, I unlatched my front door. About ten minutes into the shower, Bradley threw open my bathroom door and stood at the entrance, hands on his hips, nostrils flaring.
    “Hey, honey,” I said in a syrupy voice. “How are you?”
    “Why the fuck aren’t you answering my messages?” he rasped.
    “I…I…I was going to. I had so many messages, I was going through them one by one.”
    He glared at me for a few moments, his teeth gnashing, his eyes hooding. “Who sent you those flowers?”
    Slowly, I turned off the taps and draped a bath sheet around me. “What…flowers?”
    He darted his thumb behind him.
    “Oh, oh…um…my mother.”
    “Fucking liar!” he yelled and took a step toward me, his eyes shiny with fury. “It says, You were amazing. Your mother said that?”
    I ducked under his arm and walked to my bedroom, getting turned on by his jealousy.
    He followed me into it, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. “Don’t lie to me, Scarlett. I hate lies!”
    Yep, the man who was cheating on his wife, lying to her on a daily basis, hated lies.
    “Are you getting bored of me, Scarlett?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine, his gaze dark.
    “Bradley…I rubbed the back of my neck and grimaced. “We’re going nowhere. I can’t see anything happening between us, and the truth is, I, eh…I wanna see other men ’cause—”
    He slapped me hard across the face. “You fucking bitch!”
    I was stunned; never before had any man hit me.
    When I tasted blood in my mouth, I was even more turned on by his violent streak.
    “I love you!” he blurted, his voice shaky. “I’m in love with you. I wanna be with you. All the time!”
    Gotcha !
    (Once again, I have to ask you to hold your applause. Rival hadn’t sung as yet.)
    Bradley sank onto my bed, his shoulders slumping. “I…I love you. I want to be with you all the time. Every minute of the day, I want to be with you. I gotta leave Rival. Gotta find a way to do it, painlessly.”
    I dropped the towel around me and sank to my knees in front of him. “I love you too, Bradley,” I said.
    That night we had our first make-up sex, and it was incredible. We didn’t even have to snort. Didn’t need it. I was high from Bradley’s declaration of love for me, from knowing that he was now obsessed with me.
    Got that? Are you taking notes? I hope you are.
    In case you missed:
    Hot shot, successful attorney and future Prime Minister of Australia was now mine.
    He was in love with me. He wanted to leave his wife and be with me. He was obsessed with me.
    Mission accomplished. Hands dusted. Back patted. Cat-got-the-cream look firmly in situ.
    Told you I was great at what I do, didn’t I?
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