“I’m just pointing out the obvious.” His dark eyes narrow.
I fix him with a hard stare. “I don’t have to remind you Phoenix is juggling a lot since stepping in for his father on top of his other responsibilities as COO. Being the romantic he is, my husband is whisking me away to the city of love for our short honeymoon.”
“Vegas?” Potter smirks.
No, asshole.“Paris.”
“Ah. The other city of love.”
Since when is Vegas associated with love?
“Everything is so ephemeral in Vegas, I’m sure you and Phoenix would feel right at home there, but Paris isn’t bad.” He turns his lips down in an unimpressed pout.
It’s an effort not to roll my eyes.
“You wouldn’t happen to be pregnant?” He arches a brow.
What the fuck?
Potter’s eyes drop to my belly. “That would explain the speedy wedding.”
Irritation grits at the surface, but I bite down the litany of insults ready to irrupt from my lips.
Do not verbally assault the board member.
I pray for calmness.
“It’s true Phoenix can be a bit of a hot head, but I never pegged him for a man willing to have his balls chained to the wall.” Potter has more to get off his chest. “If you’re pregnant, it’s a big day out for you and the baby. Who cares about the women he sees on the side, right?”
My jaw drops.
What a repugnant douchebag.
He leans into our circle. “You know he’s been around. I mean, a lot. The man has quite the unflattering reputation. This quickie marriage won’t stop his philandering.”
I’m just about to give this idiot a verbal lashing, when Phoenix comes and stands next to me. He wraps me in his arms and brings my body close to his before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“I needed to kiss you,” he says.
I offer him a tight smile.
Recognition flashes bright in his blue eyes.
He shifts his attention to the sorry excuse of a man standing in front of us.
“Potter, are you pestering my wife?” Phoenix’s tone is so cold, you can practically see his breath.
“Not at all,” Potter says. “We’re getting better acquainted.”
Phoenix sneers. “In other words, you’re being your normal charmless self.”
My husband is a strapping man and easily towers over Potter by a solid six inches, if not more. The pesky board member is no match for King König. He seems oblivious to that fact. Either that or he likes living on the edge.
Potter takes a step towards Phoenix and pumps his chest in defiance, poking a menacing finger in my husband’s face. “It’s no secret you don’t like me?—”
Phoenix swats his hand away. “No, I don’t. I don’t trust you either,” he says.
“Too bad for you, Phoenix, I’m going nowhere, so?—”
