Suddenly Dirty (Dirty Texas #1)(3)

By: J.A. Low


“Happy Birthday Beautiful,” Beau says, jumping onto the bed snuggling into me, lavishing me with kisses; even after ten years together he was still loving. Beau’s been working hard the past couple of months since taking over the family law practice from his father. I seldom have time with him lately, most mornings he is gone before I am, and most nights he is still at the office.

“I’ve got something for you.” Producing a red leather case from the bedside table, he hands it to me.

The gold cursive writing was a dead giveaway for what was inside. Diamonds! By the size of the box, lots and lots of them. Opening the case, a stunning diamond necklace glittered in the morning sun.

“Beau this is too much,” I tell him, picking up the necklace from its velvet case, twisting and turning it around in my hands. After all these years together, Beau’s wealth still made me uncomfortable.

“Sweetheart, nothing is too much for you.”

Tears well in my eyes. “Babe, this is so beautiful.”

Beau brushes the happy tears from my cheeks. “I love you, Sienna.” His soft lips touch mine.

Showing my appreciation for the gift, I pull him closer, thanking him with a searing hot kiss. “Do you have time for a quickie?” I ask with hope – it is my birthday!

“Sorry babe, I have an early morning meeting, but I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.” Giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, Beau heads towards the shower.

Falling back on the bed, with a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration aching between my thighs, my only relief would be with my BOB – like most mornings. Turning towards my bedside table, I open my drawer looking for that relief.


Fluorescent lights burn my sore eyes brining me back to the present as I splash my face with water. I look like shit and feel even worse. My stomach rolls again, remembering what happened at the party. I can’t seem to stop throwing up – even though there is nothing left to purge.


“Looking for Beau?” Phillip, Beau’s father asks, watching me walk off the dance floor.

“Yes, I am.” Beau’s parents tolerated me. I wasn’t their first choice for him, and they remind him of that constantly.

“I think he headed towards the boathouse.” Phillip sneers.

Following his direction, I head towards it. The view from our backyard is one of the best Sydney offers. Our home is nestled in the Eastern Suburbs amongst the multi-million dollar estates that hug the rocky shoreline of the harbor. You can see Sydney’s icons from the garden; the Harbor Bridge and Opera House. The twinkling lights from the moored yachts and cruises dot the waterways.

My heels sink into the damp, dewy grass. As I get closer to the boat house, raised voice’s echo from within. Peering through the opened porthole, so not to disturb the argument, I can see two silhouettes standing close together with the only light filtering through from the full moon.

“When are you going to tell her?” The female voice asks, walking towards the other figure.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, wondering what was going on. “I want to start a life with you. You know this is what they have always wanted for us, what we have always wanted.”

The man rakes his fingers through his hair but stays silent.

Leaning in closer the woman kisses him, pulling him closer to her, holding his face as she controls the kiss. Her hands run down his back, squeezing the tight globes of his ass. He steps away after a moment, putting distance between them.

“You know that time is running out. We won’t be able to hide it for much longer. Tell her before she finds out from someone else.”

The male’s hand slams into the wall beside them, the sound vibrating through the room making the woman jump. “It’s complicated. You know that. Now isn’t the right time. I can’t ask her for a divorce on her birthday.”


No, no, no.

I know that voice. My legs give out from under me; I hit my head on the window sill trying to get away, the loud thud filling the still night air. Warm liquid drips down my face. Fuck, I’m bleeding, I look at the red stain on my hand. I hear footsteps thundering along the jetty towards me, I need to get up. I won’t let them see me this way, but my legs won’t work, they are frozen. Blood still drips from my forehead as I try to move.

“Sienna.” Beau’s eyes zero in on the blood dripping from my cut, the concern on his face snaps me out of my shock.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I yell, pushing myself onto shaky legs, and then I see her. The woman that kissed my husband; she was stunning, her brown hair pulled into a perfect French twist, her red, satin, slip dress clinging to her thin frame. Brown eyes that should be shocked or embarrassed at being caught out by her lover’s wife, instead, are cold, calculating. A smile laced with venom creeps across her mouth. She looks happy that I saw her with my husband. Something about her seems familiar, but I can’t place it.