Excerpt of She's Alot Like You by Faye Hall

Willow stood with her back to Re, never able to see his
approach.
She didn’t even see the look of horror on his face...nor did
he see the gleam
of tears on her cheeks. All he saw was her being held in
Chris’s arms, her
body only a breath away from his. It was a closeness he
knew was far from
accepted in polite society.

Looking to his friend, Re silently pleaded with him. He
needed to hear
him say it was all just a misunderstanding. He needed him
to put at ease the
quickly growing doubt in his heart.

But he didn’t hear any of this. All he saw was the obvious
lust gleaming
in the young man’s eyes.

Chris cocked his brow, as if it was obvious their reason for
being
together. When Re looked at him, begging to know the truth,
Chris’s smile
turned into an obvious sneer.

Slowly, he shrugged his shoulders.

“How could I refuse?” he muttered, his words almost a whisper.

Hearing this short statement through her distress, Willow
knew someone had
found them. Raising her tear-covered face from Chris’s
shoulder she tried to
free herself from his unrelenting grasp. Realising her
struggles were useless,
she turned in his arms to see who had approached them. Only
too late did she
realise just how suggestive her position would look.

Her eyes’ meeting the hurt and pain in Re’s eyes, Willow
knew instantly
what he was concluding of what he was seeing.

“Re,” she whispered, almost desperate.

His dark stare turned hateful.

“Damn you both to hell!” he spat at them, immediately
turning back to
make a quick return to the estate house.

“Re,’ she again called after him, struggling against Chris’s
tight hold.

When Chris didn’t let her go despite her struggles, she
turned slightly
and pushed him away with all her might.

“You son of a bitch,’ she spat at him, suddenly realising
this man’s
intentions.

“I may be, madam,” he replied casually. “Yet even you can’t
deny what
you wanted when you lured me out here.”

Her dark eyes narrowed with hate.

“I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!”

Turning quickly, Willow ran after Re’s retreating figure.
She knew
what he must be thinking, but he had to know she played no
willing part in it.

He had to know the truth.

“Willow,” Chris called after her, slight anger in his tone.
“Damn it, you
know you want this as much as I do.”

But she never turned back to him. She only kept chasing the
retreating
figure of the man she loved.

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