“Ugh!” she exclaims.
I stalk toward her and tuck a strand of wild hair behind her ear; her top lip curls and she swats my hand away. “I promise I’ll give you the wedding of your dreams when you’re ready. You won’t miss out on anything. I’ll buy you whatever dress you want, all the flowers, we can invite as many people?—”
Her chin quivers before she grimaces. “You’ve never even said you love me.” Her words hit me like a slap.
Damn.
I peer down at her while gently angling her face to meet mine. “Haven’t I?”
“No.” Then sheactuallyslaps me, pointing up at me. “And don’t you dare say it now!” She stomps toward the hallway while I’m left rubbing the sharp sting on my cheek.
“Oh, sorry, did you want to say it first?” I call after her, with a little attitude.
She spins on her heel. “You act like this is no big deal. How can you joke right now?”
“You actlike this wasn’t inevitable . . . And I can’t help it. Rage looks good on you.” I’m also fired up after that slap. I’ll give her a pass on the physical outburst. Honestly? I had it coming.
The tears fall, and she backs toward the hallway. “I hate you!”
No, she doesn’t.“Aww. Is this our first fight?”
“It’s about to be our last!” she shouts, spinning around and walking down the hall toward the bedroom.
“I sure hope not!” I yell. “You’re kinda sexy when you’re mad.”
She marches back, only to get a good look at me smiling. “I’ve never been so angry with you, Logan Teller. When we get divorced, I’m taking the dog!”
Odin glances between us.
I laugh. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll order us a pizza. You’ll feel much better after you eat.”
She shakes her head at me in disgust. “This isn’t over!”
“I know, Chaos,” I mutter.
She clomps away. Then bolts back.Again. I plop back down on the couch and rest my elbows on my knees, waiting for her next shot at getting in the last word. It’s like she can’t decide whether she wants to slam a door in my face or keep berating me.
“I’m gonna bankrupt you seven times over with the diamond you’re putting on my finger.”
My grin stretches ear to ear, and I cluck my tongue. “It came pretty close.” I’d already been saving for a couple years by the time I bought it.
She bares her teeth at me, unsatisfied by my glee at her statement. I can’t help but laugh when she storms off for the third—or is it fourth?—time.
“And you’re sleeping on the fucking couch!” she screams before throwing the bedroom door shut.
I lean back, kicking my feet up again and scrolling through my phone while selecting her favorite pizza toppings on the delivery app. “We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “Wife.”
I’m still shaking with anger an hour later. He ordered a pizza and set it on the hallway table outside the bedroom door for me like I’m some fucking prisoner. He left other gifts for me: a bottle of bourbon, my favorite licorice, and a few bottles of water.
What an asshole.
He might be able to keep me inside the house, but the bedroom is mine tonight. That’s where he’s locked out. He doesn’t get to sleep in this bed next to me, not after what he did. Not after keeping secrets and betraying my trust in a way I didn’t even know was fucking possible.
Nothing saysfuck youlike making him sleep in another room. For someone as controlling as Logan, that’s practically a death sentence. The only thing worse would be . . .would be forcing him to listen to me having a good time when he’s not allowed to watch. There’s no low I won’t stoop to right now.
I storm over to the side of my bed, ripping the drawer out of the nightstand with too much force, and it clatters to the floor, sending a few of my vibrators flying. Whatever. I scan my modest collection of toys, opting for the least discreet one with the loudest buzz. Unlikely he’ll hear it over the classical music he’s playing in my living room. On my speakers. I’m so glad he’s enjoying his evening.
He softly raps at the door. “Everything okay?” he asks. “I heard a crash.”
