I let her go first, keeping my eyes on the back of her head and not on the mesmerising way her ass moved in that dress. It wasn’t even that I thought she might bolt. There was nowhere for her to go, after all, but Amy was proving more and more untrustworthy, and I didn’t fancy a knife in the back.
Silently, we walked towards the main bedroom. The room where we were meant to share, but so far, she was the only one of us who had slept in that room.
She kicked off her shoes the moment she stepped inside, sinkingher toes into the plush rug with a contented moan. Bending, she picked them up, and my eyes glued themselves to her ass, a groan of my own threatening to rip its way out of my mouth as well at the sight of it.
“I don’t know how women wear these things all the time.”
“What was said down there, Amy?” I cut her off, slamming the door and leaning heavily against it.
She straightened slowly. “With Gabriella? She asked if we could meet up soon for coffee. I like her a lot. She is nice.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” I said angrily. Was she purposely trying to get a rise out of me? She knew I wasn’t asking about Gabriella, although I still wasn’t sure that was all that was said between the two women.
“I don’t know what—”
I was on her in a second, grabbing her by the upper arms. I yanked her hard into my body so hard that the air left her lungs in a small whoosh.
“Why,” I punctuated each word, “were you in the garden with him?”
She lifted her doe-like eyes to me, blinking rapidly. “Who?”
I grumbled a Russian curse word. Was she really this dense, or was this all just an act? An act, it had to be. I had seen her academic records. Amy was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. She knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Kristoff.” I said his name like filth because that’s exactly what it was to me.
“I wasn’t in the garden with him, Alexei. I was out there, and he came out.”
Bullshit.
“How do you know him?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know him. I literally just met him when you introduced us.”
I glared at her. “Well, you seemed pretty cozy for two people who had just met each other, Amy. So make this easy for yourself and tell me what is going on between the two of you?”
“There is nothing going on. You’re being paranoid for no reason, Alexei,” she said defiantly. Her eyes flashed, and her lips thinned. “I literally just met him.”
My hands gripped her tighter. “So you let men you just met, manhandle you into the shadows in your husband’s house. Is that the kind of woman you are, Amy?”
Her eyes widened, her lips parted in a small o. “Are you jealous?” Her hand fluttered to her throat.
I wanted to rage at her. Of course, I wasn’t jealous. A man like me didn’t get jealous because of girls like her.
“Of course, I am not jealous,” I spat. “The very idea is insane. I just want to know what was being discussed in my own home. I have a right to know who to trust, and I sure as hell don’t trust that asshole.”
I didn’t trust him not to double-cross me, and I sure as hell didn’t trust him to not try and steal my wife. He wouldn’t want her, but he would do it just to see me brought low.
“We were just talking, Alexei. I thought I was meant to get on with your friends.”
My lips curled up into a sneer. “He is not my friend.”
“Then why—? She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand you, Alexei. I thought your friends or acquaintances liked me. I thought you wanted me to charm them, or do you just want me to fail so you have an excuse to yell at me some more?” Her eyes filled with tears, and she twisted the gold chain around her neck.
My eyes locked on it.
“You seem very taken with that necklace, Amy.” My voice had turned quiet, but in a way that was even more scarier. Her eyes widened into perfectly round saucers.
“Now tell me, why did a man you have just met get you such a lavish and expensive gift? Is it maybe because you and he are working together?”
