So the weekend had been interesting.

She'd had an affair with her boyfriend, a catfight with Summer, gone trolling for cheap sex with Parker, had angry sex with Chris and then woken up with him to mutual flailing.

Fortunately Parker had been kind enough to let her use her room to shower, change clothes, and work up the courage to head to the other floor.

Eventually Isabel did manage to make her way back to the room. Only to stop inside the door when she realized that the maids hadn't been by to clean yet. It was obvious Wyatt had had a good time the night before. The question was, with who. Isabel was pretty sure she knew.

Somehow the thought that he was going to be as facepalmy as she was wasn't much of a comfort.

Ignoring the sticky remains of whipped cream and melted candle wax, Isabel started to pack her bag for the trip back to school.
Isabel yawned and stretched with the satisfied demeanor of a woman who'd had a very enjoyable, and energetic evening. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was still early enough that she didn't need to worry about getting back to her husband, not that she really cared about him all that much anyway, but there was an image to be maintained. Turning to the other body in the bed, she slid her hand down his side.

"Wakey, wakey," she purred.

[For the one...]

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