Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
“You’re just jealous because he has a better position than you even though you only have to work for one company.”
“If you want us to believe you don’t love him, you might want to tone down the protectiveness.”
I raise my hand to pinch him when the door nearly flies off its hinges.
My husband stands there, his glare seeping into me so deeply, I struggle to breathe.
He looks at me with renewed intensity.
Nefarious intent.
My own God of War.
23
ELI
I’ve always been a creature of control.
Emotions, mild or strong, are a nonnegotiable sign of weakness.
I never lose my cool or let feelings cloud my judgment or, worse, interfere with my decisions.
Sangfroid isn’t only a way of life, but also the method Dad and Grandpa implemented in me from a young age.
They said the moment I allow any form of emotion to take over, it’s too late.
In my twenty-nine years of life, I’ve been the epitome of detachment and the personification of pretend indulgence. I’ve never liked anything too much or too little. Never succumbed to impulsiveness or addictions. Never wanted anything and didn’t get it.
Never lost my cool.
Started a fight or punched someone. If a person crosses me, they get eliminated swiftly and silently.
Dirtying my hands is out of the question.
Being obsessed to the point of madness should be entirely blasphemous.
And yet the woman who’s looking at me with a spark of a challenge is single-handedly smashing all my principles into a fucking abyss.
A hot edge of bright-red rage seeps from my chest to the tip of my thumb that’s rolling my wedding band.
This unsettling feeling hasn’t ebbed since Henderson whispered in my ear that Ava didn’t only show up at King Enterprises, but she also got bored and decided to visit Remi for some ‘fun.’
I stood up and walked out of an important post-inspection meeting with overseas government officials and couldn’t hear whatever excuses my father offered on my behalf.
Henderson and his assistants failed to mention that my hindrance of a wife did all of this while dressed in what looks like unfinished clothes.
Sexy-as-fuck erotic clothes that show half of her tits and would expose her arse and cunt if she stands in the bloody wind.
Remi rises, buttons his jacket, and raises both hands in the air. “For insurance and criminal record reasons, I didn’t invite her over.”
“Seriously?” Ava slides her sparkling blue eyes to him. “You just become a traitor upon seeing him?”
“The right description is pacifist, peasant. My lordship is at the height of my impressive youth and would rather not end up floating in the Thames’s unsanitary water.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have endangered said youth, Rems.” It’s a fucking miracle I sound calm as I stroll in, shoving a hand in my pocket.
“Mate.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Surely, you know I’d never look at Ava that way. Matter of fact, she walked in on me on the verge of shagging her sister and saved me and the universe in time.”
“Oh my God! You just said it was a mistake and it wasn’t what it looked like.”
“That was before a pissed-off Eli showed up at my door hell-bent on murder. I must set the record straight. If I were to look at any of the Nash sisters, it would never be you.” He observes his surroundings as if searching for a hidden camera. “But I ask that you don’t repeat those words to Ariella, or she’ll camp outside my house with an engagement ring.”
“Is that so?” I say while glaring at my wife’s generous décolletage and long bare crossed legs.
As if the whole debacle isn’t enough, she’s wearing pink fucking boots.
She purses her lips and glares back, although red covers her cheeks. God. This woman doesn’t back down from a fight, even while knowing full well I’d crush her to smithereens.
But she never breaks, not really.
A few cracks might appear in her armor, but she’s fully equipped to bounce back up and glue her fractured parts together one piece at a time.
“Absolutely,” Remi says, choosing to actively ignore the brewing war happening in his office. “Actually, I asked her to leave right before you came in.”
“And I refused.” She examines her fingernails, feigning nonchalance she obviously doesn’t feel. “In fact, you’re interrupting. Do you mind?”
“I do.” I release myself from Remi’s grip and stand in front of her. She has to crane her head to peer up at me. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
She’s such a fucking brat sometimes, I want to punish her for it.
Turn her skin red.
My sick desire for her rages inside me, demanding that I throw her down and tie her up before I proceed to choke, pound, fuck, and own every inch of her rebellion.
The image of my cum mixed with her blood shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did, but it did, and I’m not even sorry.