Free Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set by J. S. Luxor

unfolds. He’s growing more restless with each revelation. “Fuck! Your own mother thought you’d be better off with Mr. Mogul than me? I’ll have to thank Abby profusely, if I ever see her again!” Matt’s livid at this point.
     
    I decide to continue with my story nonetheless. The clock ticks after all. “Abby was fond of the idea that both our futures would benefit. Everyone we knew in Miami seemed to encourage our relationship. They mentioned how much Michael suffered when his wife died. They urged me to give him a chance to work through his misery.”
     
    “The poor middle aged fellow.  What about my suffering and pain? Did anyone think of that?” Poor Matt’s spitting mad now. I don’t blame him but he needs to know the truth. If we can’t deal with it then we need to break off our relationship now.
     
    “I thought of that Matt. I’m sorry for how much I’ve made you suffer. And, I guess I’m still making you suffer. Please forgive me, baby.” I hold my hands up in supplication.
     
    He’s having none of my humility, as I suspected. Matt continues to pace and now runs both hands through his lovely head of hair. “Did you cave in, Megan?”
     
    “In the end, however, I knew that I could never truly let you go until I gave someone like Michael a chance to get to know me. Yes, Matt, I began to date Michael and he pulled out all the stops.”
     
    “Hopefully, not in the biblical sense,” Matt intones with a threatening tone to his voice.
     
    I snort. “It always comes down to sex, for you. Doesn’t an emotional connection threaten you?” 
     
    Matt grows even more agitated but speaks his mind. “In my view, the sexual chemistry becomes the precursor to any emotional bond.”
     
    “How well I know that!” I exclaim and give him a reassuring smile.
     
    “What happened next? You started screwing him, I guess?” he asks with a dejected look on his face.
     
    “He flew our group to a real estate conference on Maui for a long weekend. He tempted me with a helicopter flight over the black sand beaches of Hana.”
     
    “I can bet that he doesn’t fly his own plane.” Matt’s already begun the pissing contest. Matt’s terribly proud of the fact that he owns and flies his own Cessna.
     
    I laugh a bit and then reassure him, “No, Michael doesn’t know the first thing about flying planes. He can’t compete with you, Matt.”
     
    “You’ve got that right, Megan,” he huffs and crosses his arms. “What else happened on Maui?”
     
    “He took me on long hikes to Haleakula, the dormant volcano. We took zip line rides over mile deep ravines. He hired a private boat for whale watching and we snorkeled with giant tortoises. I love Maui.”
     
    “But, apparently, not him. I’m so pleased to know about your adventures in nature with Mr. Mogul. Did he try to make a move on you?” Matt can hardly contain his jealous rage. What keeps Matt in check is the primal recognition that I did not return Michael’s affections.
     
    “He wined and dined me…told me that I was a dead ringer for his deceased wife. I did kiss him quite a few times. I wanted to soothe him but, truthfully, the chemistry wasn’t there. I just couldn’t sleep with him. The thought was nauseating,” I admit. Matt looks both envious and more than relieved about my story. 
     
    However, Matt just won’t let it go. “What kind of kissing did you do with this middle aged widower?”
     
    I sigh with frustration. “I needed to know about any sexual spark or tension that might grow between us. I also thought that perhaps it’d help me work through my feelings for you. We French kissed. He groped me. It felt like kissing my brother, though.” I admit and look with desire at the only man who lights my fire. My gorgeous Matt.
     
    Matt’s delighted smile tells me how pleased he’s become about my story. But he won’t relent until he knows every detail of my contact with Michael. “How did he grope you,