Free Addictive Collision by Sierra Rose Page A

scribbled a note, telling him to call me. When I went upstairs to leave the note in a place where I knew he’d find it, I heard the shower running.
    Oh. He’s awake.
    “Tom?” I called. I then knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer. When I heard laughing, I creaked the door open, only to find the room filled with blinding steam. “Tom...” I said, hesitantly opening the shower door.
    Sheer horror washed over me, and I screamed in shock. I had expected to find my naked husband, covered in water and soapsuds. What I hadn’t expected to see was another naked man, Adrian, the student he tutored. I had always suspected that Tom was having an affair with Adrian, but once I’d discovered that Adrian was, in fact, a guy, those suspicions had quickly vanished. Tom had even called me a jealous maniac for suggesting such a thing, yet there he was, dripping wet, their bodies within inches of one another.
    “Morgan!” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    I ran down the stairs, struggling to breathe. My mind was spinning out of control, and I was consumed by hurt and rage. It was a whole new kind of betrayal, not just some affair with a random coed, one of the giggling, wiggling girls who followed him around like a groupie at a rock concert. This was a guy, another man, and that threw me into a wicked mix of devastation, shame, guilt, shock, disbelief, and confusion all at once.
    Our marriage was now irretrievably broken.
    I felt blindsided, as if someone had sucker-punched me right in the gut. How could I not have picked up on something like that? Tom had promised me that he wasn’t screwing another woman, and he was telling the truth, but I’d really seen none of the signs of homosexual tendencies. Tom was the kind of guy every woman dreamt of: manly, sweet, reliable, romantic, caring, supportive, and smart. He was basically even honest. He was everything every dating book would suggest in a Mr. Right checklist, a real knight in shining armor. But he was also gay.
    As I calmed down and pondered it a bit, I began to realize that there had been a few red flags—or pink flags, as the case may have been. He was always on the computer, late at night and first thing in the morning, claiming he had work to catch up on. He was very metrosexual, particular about his appearance, and he demanded that our home be spotless at all times. His morning routine in the bathroom lasted far longer than that of any man I’d ever known. He hated sports and was not at all athletic, yet had a membership to the gym. And, perhaps most telling of all, he had far too many young male friends and no desire to touch his horny wife.
    “Morgan...” he said, wrapping a robe tightly around him as he hurried down the stairs after me.
    “You’re gay? My gosh, Tom!” I said, aghast, staring into the lying eyes of the man who had once been my world. His actions felt like a slap in the face, and I was just dumbfounded.
    “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I-I never meant to hurt you.”
    My hands shook. “You told me you weren’t cheating on me.”
    He tied his robe. “No, I told you I wasn’t seeing any other women.”
    “Were you ever attracted to me?” I shouted at him. “My gosh, we have two kids together, Tom!”
    “I was attracted to you...at first. I just... I guess I was confused about my sexuality.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me when you finally figured it out?”
    “Because I didn’t want to tell anyone.”
    “So you just kept me around as your what? Your beard, don’t they call it? You used your wife and kids to camouflage it, to pretend to be something you’re not, just because you’re embarrassed of the truth? Gosh, Tom. How sick can you be, using us like that? How could you? I trusted you, loved you. You’re the only man I’ve ever slept with.”
    I slid off my wedding ring and threw it at him. 
    “If I could take it all back, I would,” he said.
    “Did you ever love me?”
    “You know I did,”