Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Without another word, she turns and exits my office, and I sit back in my seat. My hands come up to run through my hair. Why is my wife still keeping secrets from me? I’m damn sure going to find out.
I enter our bedroom with a whiskey in my hand. I needed a drink. It was a long night—three fights, lots of drunks, and one guy passed out in the bathroom in his own vomit. Then I hauled a guy downstairs and beat the shit out of him because I was just in the mood to smash someone’s face in. He was the unlucky bastard. On top of all that, Bethany is no longer working there and neither is my wife. Bethnay had been picking up Lake’s sections.
The longer I’ve thought about what Bethany said, the angrier I’ve gotten at my wife. I don’t know why. It’s not her fault that she feels she can’t talk to me. She told me earlier in this very room that she felt she couldn’t trust me or my intentions. Her father told her I was setting her up for failure. He’s filling her head with bullshit and trying to get between us. Honestly, it wouldn’t take much, considering how our marriage started.
Soft light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving me a perfect view of my naked wife lying in our bed. She’s on her side, facing me. One hand underneath the pillow, the other stretched out to my spot. The covers shoved down to her lower back, showing me part of her chest. She looks so peaceful right now. I hate to wake her up and piss her off, but I want, no, need to know exactly what her piece of shit brother said to her at the house of Lords party.
When did he even get the chance to talk to her? She was with me the entire time other than when she went to the bathroom. My hand tightens on the glass of whiskey. Surely that’s not when he spoke to her, but when else could it have been?
She returned from the bathroom with Blakely and Ellington, so she couldn’t have been in there too long with him if that’s the case.
I make my way to our bathroom and get undressed, needing a shower to wash off the night before I crawl into bed with her and wake her up.
FORTY-EIGHT
TYSON
She starts to stir as I sit in the chair by the window, finishing my drink. I thought about tying her down to the bed, gagged and blindfolded. Just to watch her squirm as she woke and realized she was at my mercy, but I decided against it. I like to watch my wife’s eyes go wide when I catch her in a lie. Or the sound of her breathing picking up when she realizes I know something that she hasn’t told me.
I’d much rather punish her after I get the information I want to hear.
Rolling over to face me, she snuggles into the pillow. Her eyes still closed and still half asleep. Wanting to refuse to wake up and greet the day. It’s not even seven yet, so it’s still early.
I take a sip of my whiskey, the ice in the glass clinking, and her eyes spring open, landing right on mine. A soft smile spreads across her pretty face as she speaks. “Hey.” Her voice is soft, showing just how drowsy she is. It instantly makes my cock harden. “How long have you been home?” She sits up, pushing her back into the headboard.
I take another drink, and she frowns. “I fired Bethany last night.”
She drops her eyes to the comforter and sighs heavily. I open my mouth to speak, but her words make me pause. “Did you sleep with her?”
“Why the fuck would I sleep with her?” I growl, angry with my wife. Not only for asking that dumbass question but also for lying to me. She’s trying to deflect.
Her eyes narrow on mine. “You’ve done it before.”
“Yes, but …” I pause when I realize what she means. I may be pissed at Lake, but I’m not going to let her think I’ve had an affair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I made you my wife.” I won’t tell her right now, but she’s the only woman I’ll ever need.
“She—”
“She fucking lied to you.” I interrupt her. “I watched her on the camera, and she hid out in the locker room while you waited on her tables.”
Letting out a long breath, she looks away from me. I get back to our previous conversation.
“But before she left my office last night, she informed me that you spoke to your brother at the house of Lords party.”
She looks away from me, her jaw sharpening.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday when you told me about the phone?”