“You asked me, remember?” His hand shot up, catching her wrist mid-air. Gently, but firmly.
Oh my gosh, was he actually going to try wriggling out of this when their lawyer already told her the truth?
“You asked me to take care of my needs.”
Lexy let out a strangled gasp.
And now...and now, oh the gall!
Was he seriously going to turn it into her fault—
“You even said—”
“I know what I said!”It was her first time to yell at her husband. Her first time. And despite everything, she hated having to do it. Hated it so much that her voice cracked on the last word, but—
“You didn’t care how I’d do it—”
Unbelievable!
“For as long as it didn’t cause any trouble—”
“And you said yes,” Lexina cried out, trying to pull her wrist free. He held on. “Do you remember that part, too? You said yes—”
“And that’s why I had a mistress.” His tawny eyes locked onto hers. “Because you gave me permission.”
“But you—”
Lied.
That was what she was about to say.
He had lied.
“You said you wanted me to take care of it—”
Or did he?
Her mind stuttered, trying to replay that conversation from eight years ago. The specifics were blurry now, softened by time and embarrassment. She remembered the burning in her cheeks. The way she couldn’t meet his eyes. The stammering, roundabout way she’d tried to tell him that she understood if he needed...if he wanted...
“I meant for you to take care of it by doing you know what!”
Finally,Leonidas thought.Finally.
The truth was out.
“No.”
And now it was time to makeherunderstand what that truth was.
“I don’t understand how else could I have taken care of my needs—”
“You’d take care of it yourself!”
“Which I did,” he pointed out.
“No, you didn’t!”
“Lexina—” He still had her wrist. Could feel her pulse racing beneath his thumb.
