His eyes narrow, “You’re a terrible liar, kitten.”
“I’ll be sure to pick you up some new ones in the city today!” I put the mug down, “And on that note, I have to get ready. See you later!”
I try to flee past him to get back to the bedroom now that he’s out of it so I can fully get ready forthe day, but I have no such luck.
His arm captures me around my middle, and he draws me in close, “You used my wash.” He inhales deeply. “I have to say, kitten, I like my smell on you.”
My body remembers. It remembers the pain from his teeth and the soothing caress of his tongue and how he played my body like an instrument. My core clenches in response, thighs aching as desire heats me from my center.
“I ran out,” I force my voice not to waver, put on a good show of not being affected by him. “But if you don’t mind,” I wiggle, “I have things to do.”
“Is that what we’re going to do, darling?” His mouth drops to my ear and his breath sends a rush of goose bumps to rise on my skin.
“What?”
“Ignore what happened?”
“Nothing happened,” I lie.
His chuckle is quick and short and not at all filled with humor.
“I was drunk,” I lie, “It was a mistake.”
His arm drops so quickly you’d think my ass was on fire. I look at him, keeping my expression purposely blank. His jaw pops as he grinds his teeth, any softness or light he had in his eyes when he came down is now gone.
Because of me.
Everything in him has changed in a second, standing in front of me is not the man I watched in the mirrorlast night, no, this man right here is the current leader of a deadly group of assassins. This man is a killer.
I step away from him, fear working in at the edges of my emotions. I’d be stupid not to be scared of this man.
I can’t let his soft strokes and pretty words fool me.
My husband is not a good man. Pushing him and fucking him is one thing but whatever I just hit with my words has had an entirely different reaction than I was expecting.
His eyes remain on me, but he doesn’t say a word and he doesn’t stop me as I start to edge away from him, putting distance between us.
I feel his eyes on me even when I’m halfway up the stairs and still feel the phantom burn of them long after I’ve locked myself in the bedroom.
I change quickly into more appropriate clothing for the hotel, a nude pencil dress with black heels and dry my hair before I use my flatiron to tackle the wavy mane. I leave my makeup light but give my lips a burgundy gloss, then I grab my purse and head out.
When I return downstairs, Malakai is no longer in the kitchen.
“Where did he go?” I ask Louis.
He winces, “Gym.”
“Did you hear?” I ask.
“The boss cares for you,” He says, his back to me, “And he doesn’t care for anyone.”
I scoff, “No, he just likes the challenge. He doesn’tknow me well enough to care for me.”
Louis shrugs, “If you say so, Olivia. Dennis is waiting outside for you.”
“Okay,” I nod, looking toward the patio doors that would lead me to the gym, “Could you let him know I’ll be right there?”
I cross the space in the kitchen, opening the doors and shivering against the cold bite of the wind.
