Ben punched the gas pedal and the polished black Mustang shot forward with a vengeance all her own. With the radio blaring strains from Boston’s, “More Than A Feeling’ and the gravel kicking up under the wheels he hit the pavement with retribution. He’d left Marie standing in the bedroom of their spacious two story Colonial cursing up a blue streak. As she called forth every kind of damnation possible he’d slowly come to realize what he had done. Of course it had been three days too late. He’d give Marie some time to formulate her next plan of action as he knew that she would not go down without a fight. But as far as he was concerned it had been done a long time ago. Tomorrow was another day. He’d carry on just as he had carried on before because it was bred in him to do so.
There was no way possible that any woman would ever bring Bennett Brookes to his knees. Not in this lifetime. He gripped the wheel tightly as his foot pressed the accelerator the moment he hit the highway. He would not think of the ways that Jessica had brought him to his knees. He would not recall her beautiful brown eyes. He would not call to mind her luxurious silky chestnut tresses. He would not commit to memory that little hitch in her breath as he had breeched that small barrier of resistance. He would not recollect how drugging her kisses had been. He would not consider how she’d wrapped her legs around him to keep him with her. No. Tonight he would not think of Jessica at all.
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