Chapter 6

It really shouldn't have come as a surprise, Bond sleeping with another woman.

But it did. It was a shock. An unexplained shock. A blow that rocked Eve to her core.

She thought she would have seen it coming.

But she didn't. It happened and it hurt.

What hurt even worse was that she had been so stupid. So bloody STUPID.

She had convinced herself it was the fairy tale. That it would work.

It didn't.

God, he didn't even DENY it. Eve had confronted him. His phone going off at all hours of the night. It wasn't work- he was always upfront about that- but a bunch of texts. From a woman.

He had just come back from a mission. When she held up the phone and asked him, point blank, her heart in her hands, he just held his hands up helplessly.

And then she knew.

There was a million questions to ask. But all she could do was scream.

Scream why, why, why did he do this? Why would he throw everything away they had?

He tried to break in several times. It was odd, out of character for James to not take over the conversation. But he didn't. He let her shriek and yell and cry. He had no excuse. He had been on a mission and hooked up with a woman- a married woman, no less. His old type.

It meant nothing. When he said that, Eve's heart cringed like her jaw. It meant EVERYTHING. It meant everything to their relationship.

He left, with her a sobbing mess on the living room floor.

That night, she packed up his things in a box and threw it in the back of her car. She left it on the front stoop of his flat.

Christina was confused. She had gotten used to James living with them and suddenly, he was gone. Eve made up some vague story about James having to work and hoped Christina didn't notice she was a shell. A walking shell.

She couldn't talk to Q, who was still mad at her. She went back to work the next day, scared to death she would run into James. If she saw him coming down the hall, she would duck into a room until he passed. She couldn't face him. She couldn't let him see how much she was hurting.

She ignored his phone calls for three days. After she put Christina to bed every night, she would crawl into her own bed with one of his shirts. She could hold it to her face while she cried and could smell him, could almost feel him beside her.

She hated herself almost as much as she hated him.

On the fourth day, the roses arrived. Long stemmed. Beautiful.

She hated those, too.

On the fifth day, she answered his phone call. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see Christina.

Eve knew that she couldn't see him without crying her eyes out. She had her mother drop Christina off at his flat.

The days stretched on.

She heard the door open in the middle of the night one night. Heart pounding, she reached for the gun in the nightstand. She heard the alarm get cut off and mouth went dry. James. It had to be. He knew the code.

She stuffed his shirt under the pillow just as he walked in the room.

He was gorgeous. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he be ugly? Why did he have to break her heart and STILL be beautiful?

"I had to see you." his voice cut through the dark.

"Why?" she held the sheet tighter to her chest.

"I can't stop thinking about you. About us."

His mouth was on hers. She knew she should pull away. She knew she should stop.

But she couldn't. His hand tugged her panties down and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. He was so hard and she was so wet and she couldn't stop. Because his mouth was sliding down her body and his tongue was pressing inside her and before she knew it, she was telling him to fuck her, to fuck her because she was about to come. His mouth was hot and he breathed air lightly on belly and she was sweating.

She found herself on her knees, grasping on to her very nice headboard as he thrust inside her. He pushed in deep and then shallow, making her belly knot up. She could hear him talking but there was a dull roar in her ears, blocking it all out. She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs, showing his fingers where to go and where to press and...

The orgasm was so intense and warm it bordered on painful. She untangled herself from him and wiped the wet off her thighs, hating herself again. She just fucked the man who had broke her heart- let a man who cheated on her come inside her.

She handed him his pants. "Leave."

"What?" he stared at her from the edge of the bed.

"Put on your clothes and go." He had to leave. She shouldn't have done it. She couldn't fall back in love with him again. He was too good at sex and he knew it. He knew he could waltz in and go down on her and she would want him back. She couldn't allow that.

"Eve-,"

"No!" Her voice was cold. "This was just sex."

She added bitterly, "It was just sex for me. Go. It meant nothing."