Dead or Alive

Kelly ran her hands over the spines of her favorite books in her reading nook. She needed to be comforted after her abrupt departure from the bar Rafe was at.

She could kick herself for how she fucked up that situation with him. Looking like a gold digger by asking him to not use a condom when they had sex. But he knew her, she gad gotten him hard why did he suspect the worst of her?

They had been canoodling all night up until he saw his wife Eliza go off with friends of hers. Kelly figured she had finally gotten him, they were going hot and heavy until her mistake…

Kelly sent him nonstop texts to apologize after and he told her that he did not want anything more from her.

But Kelly could not accept that.

When she made friends with Rafe Morton, she had wanted more. She hung around him and waited—as just a friend—because she knew she could get him. 

But when her big chance came she blew it.

She had been trying to see him in person. Using all of her intel with friends and colleagues, and sometimes just flat out stalking him.

Tonight had been one of those nights and when he left the bar, she had tried to follow him. But Oscar saw her.

They looked at each other for a bit, and then she went to the ladies room. In the mirror, her face looked like a tipsy deer caught in the headlights. She ran out of the bathroom and into a car home.

Ending up here alone and still sad that she had not gotten any close to Rafe. 

She would, she thought to herself getting up from her nook.

Kelly always got her man—dead or alive…

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