“Hi Michael,” Brittney sighed into the voicemail. “Listen, I’m really sorry, and I really need to talk to you. I screwed up, big time, and I don’t want things to end like this. Sorry about leaving so many messages. Please call me back. Sorry.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.
This was so fucked up. She had never been the sort to cheat before, and then, out of nowhere, this charming, well-dressed man starts flirting with her. She didn’t know him, never even heard his name, and before she knew it, she was inviting him home and luring him into her bed. It had to happen on the one day Michael was home from work early, and then her stupid temper had made her so defensive. He had every right to be mad, but because he yelled at her, she screamed back at him, and kicked him out, and now everything was a mess. Brittney just really needed to make things right.
Her fiancé had stormed off hours earlier, running back home to his family, probably telling them every horrible thing they were happy to believe about her. Brittney was certain the Meyers were vilifying her, ready to crucify her. Fuck, she just needed a chance to talk to him, to make him understand that is was a mistake, a one-time thing.