“Is this for the event?” Killian asks her.
She nods, “I’ve been working on the color scheme, we are going white, black and red so take note, you’ll need your tuxes fitted in one of these colors.”
“There was no color requirement,” I say.
She flicks her eyes to me and instantly dismisses me again, “There is now.”
“Where was my approval in this?” I’m being a dick and we all know it.
“I don’t need your approval.” She picks up a piece of crispy bacon and takes a bite, smiling at me sweetly. If only I could fuck that attitude right out of her.
She wouldn’t be able to give me that little devil smile with a mouthful of my cock.
How pretty she would be choking on it, tears on her cheeks and her hair in my fist.
“The fuck you don’t.”
She scoffs, “Get over yourself, Malakai. All this egotistical shit really makes you appear small.” To really hammer in her words, she lifts her hand and holds her finger and thumb close together while her eyes drop to my crotch.
Killian chokes on a piece of fruit while Dean clears his throat and Sebastian laughs.
“Since you’re so interested in my size, kitten,” I rasp, kicking out a leg, “Why don’t you come check it yourself. See if it’llfit.”
Her eyes widen and she snaps her head around, grabbing her coffee to drain it.
“It’smyhotel.” She continues, clearing her throat as if I didn’t say anything at all. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with the eventIam now planning.”
Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she hops down from the stool, “See you guys later,” She smiles at the guys and then her face morphs into a scowl as her eyes drop down my body and then drag back up. “Nice socks.” Is all she says to me.
“If you’re going shopping for a dress,” I reach into my pocket for my wallet, “You can buy it on my card.”
Her lip curls, “No.”
“Let me buy you a fucking dress.” I growl.
“I don’t want nor need your money, Malakai. I don’t owe you anything. You’re my husband in title only,nothing more. You have no other rights to me.”
“By being your husband gives me every right to buy you a damn dress.”
She smirks as my temper flares as if she gets off on pissing me off. The smile only gets me hard as I think about everything I’ll do to her as punishment for this damn attitude.
“Olivia,” My voice is all growl, gravelly and rough.
“Malakai,” she says as she plucks up her coat and purse. “I’m going shopping. Don’t wait up…” She licks her teeth, “Darling.”
The word is said so sweetly it could rot teeth and then she’s breezing out of the room while the four of us stare after her.
“You are so fucked, man,” Dean whistles, “I want one.”
“Empty it.” I snap, my voice carrying alongside the clip of her heels as she exits the house, her smug, saccharine smile playing behind my eyes.
“Sorry?” One of the guys says, which one I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care.
“Empty it. Empty her bank account. Now.”
“Kai,” Sebastian hesitates, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
I snap my eyes to him, “Good thing I didn’t fucking ask for your opinion on handlingmy wife.”
