Around my neck lays a wedding ring.

In my right hand I hold a hotel room key.

Which one do I pick?

The marriage? The key?

Everything is not as it seems in room one-forty-three.

Room 143 is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Room 143

“Why are you doing this to yourself?”


Of course my reflection doesn’t say a word back to me. Instead it just taunts, my brain reminding me Nash really isn’t all that interested in someone he has to see all the time. When I was a one-night stand, his chance to tumble back into sex after a long drought, it was fine.


How does Taylor do this? How does she have amazing chemistry and explosive orgasms with guys and then think nothing about it afterward? How can that be okay with her? She must be able to ignore any of the small vibes of compatibility she has with anyone. Hell, she’s probably like Pretty Woman and doesn’t kiss on the lips. So it’s okay for her.


Chapter 12