“What would that be?”
“Take your fucking hand off my wife before I cut it off and feed it to you one finger at a time,” I seethed through gritted teeth.
His hand snapped to the side at the same time two female gasps sounded.
“Aaron.”
Even my wife’s admonishment wasn’t enough to ebb my anger.
“I-I–” Arroyo looked to Patience again.
“Don’t fucking look at her.” I edged closer to him, towering over him by at least four inches. “One mistake I can get past. The smartest men learn from their mistakes and don’t do it again. I’m sure we won’t be needing to have this discussion again. Am I right, Mr. Arroyo?”
“Y-y, well, uh–”
“Sayyes.”
“Yes,” he stated hesitantly.
“You can leave now.”
I watched as he paused, trying to figure out what’d just happened. He took a step back and then another, finally turning and walking away until he was on the other side of the room.
“Aaron, what the hell was that?” Patience whispered harshly.
“He was touching you.”
She sighed, looking both frustrated and embarrassed. “He was just being friendly. He’s going into politics, that’s what they do.”
“He can do it without his hands.” I took her by the chin, cutting off any further protests with a kiss to her lips.
She still looked chagrined when I pulled back but no further protests ensued. Just a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes. Both of which, made me want to carry her into any one of the ten bedrooms in this mansion and not let her up for air. I pulled back only due to the memory of how sore she’d been earlier, though she’d tried to hide it.
Her ass isn’t sore though,I thought. I silently agreed to give that thought some further entertainment later, once we were alone again.
“You’re so…so,” she fought to find the right word.
“I know.” I grinned, tapping her cheek and walking away before I really did take her again. My cock was already stirring in my pants at the idea alone. I needed to get this night over with.
****
Patience
“I never would’ve believed it.”
I glanced over, seeing a disbelieving Michelle shaking her head. “Believed what?”
“Deborah said…” She trailed off.
“Deborah said what?” I asked, referencing our mother-in-law.
“Nothing, just something she said in regards to Aaron. I just never really thought he’d ever…and he’s worse than Carter.Sheesh,” she exclaimed before taking a sip of the sparkling cider I’d given her.
“He’s not that bad,” I defended.
Michelle’s honey-toned eyes bulged. “Not that bad? Did you not hear him threaten to cut that man’s hand off and feed it to him?”
I swallowed a sip of my champagne, swallowing and nodding. “He didn’t mean it,” I stated weakly.
