“If I spoke to her? Who I saw her with?”
“None of that matters.”
“Of course not. If you’re not a Lord in this world, no one gives a fuck about you.” With that, she turns and stomps off to head back upstairs.
* * *
She’s avoidedme most of the day. After she came down when the cops were here, she went upstairs and hid from me in our apartment. I’ve had too much to do to chase her down or to care whether she’s mad at me.
It’s now eleven and I just realized that she didn’t come into my office before her shift started. She’ll get punished for that. I highly doubt she forgot like I did. She’s just trying to prove a point. Well, I’ll prove my own.
I stand at the railing on the breezeway on the second floor, looking down over the club. My eyes are on my wife. It’s after midnight and we’re packed. I stepped out of my office for a breather. I see someone walk up out of the corner of my eye and look over to see it’s Ryat. He looks down to where I was looking and sees Lake laughing at a table with five men sitting at it.
Ryat pulls a sucker out of his mouth, leaning his forearms on the railing. “You let her wear that?”
“It’s her uniform,” I answer.
“Yeah.” He sucks on the sucker once more before pulling it free from his mouth. “I get why you’re doing it, but how are you doing it?”
I push off the railing and turn to face him.
He shrugs at my silence. “Even before I loved my wife, she was mine. And I don’t like anyone seeing what belongs to me.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket to reply to a text he just received, and I turn back to look down at my wife.
She’s bent over, her face in front of the guy’s face while he says something to her. I know the music is loud and she can’t hear what he wants to order, but it makes my fingers curl around the railing. I’m supposed to put her on display. That’s the point of what I’m doing. But Ryat is right. I don’t like how close he is to her. Or how when she pulls back and walks away, his eyes are on her ass while his friends smile, all of them knowing exactly what he’s thinking about.
I push off the railing and stomp off to my office. Ryat enters behind me.
“Why are you here?” I ask, picking up the remote to my cameras and placing them on the big screen to watch my wife.
He leans over and looks up at the TV hanging on the wall above his head. Once he sees what I’m watching, he straightens and smirks at me.
Dick.
“I was on my way home and thought I’d drop by.” He finally answers.
I pull my cell out of my pocket and send her a text.
My office. Now.
Setting it on the desk, I watch her on the camera, seeing her cell light up on the counter next to the server station. She reads over my message and then places it back on the bar, picks up her tray, and walks over to the table where the guys are seated, ignoring me.
Okay, Lake. Let’s play the game your way.
“What are you doing out this late?” I ask him.
“Had to stop by the house of Lords,” he answers vaguely.
I nod, knowing that’s all I will get from him. Ryat and I have always been close since his freshman year, and I was a senior. But we’re not girls who share everything.
His cell rings, breaking the silence, and he answers. “Hello?” He nods to himself. “I just stopped by Blackout for a second. I’m about to leave and will be home soon. Need me to stop and get anything for you?” He listens as the person—I’m guessing his is wife—on the other end speaks. “Love you.” He hangs up and stands. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
TWENTY-TWO
LAIKYN
I’m avoiding my husband. I’m mad at him, and although my ass reminds me that he’s probably going to spank me once again, I just don’t care.
How can he be mad at me for something I did years ago, when he’s fucking other women now? That doesn’t make any sense to me. I guess it doesn’t have to. He’s Tyson and does whatever he wants. I’m Laikyn, who has to obey her husband’s every demand.
