“So then why didn’t you tell him it was a mistake?”
“I was going to, but then I figured an accidental marriage is even worse.”
Isla looks at me, not believing my words. “What’s the game plan? You married my boss’s son and brother’s teammate. Classic move, Hadley.” Her sly grin plays on her lips.
I cross my arms. “Turns out Connor is my mystery watcher at my dance studio. His mom let it slip. Either he still harbors a little crush, finds me attractive, or has some twisted perverted thought in his head. My vote is on the latter. All of those options are excellent for using to my advantage to bring him to his downfall. Then, before hockey season starts again, kaboom, our marriage ends with his little feelings in pieces.” My hands accompany with gestures.
Isla laughs, almost hysterically. “Kaboom could also be that you two want to stay married because you both enjoy it.”
I’m about to protest, but my phone vibrates on the table. Flipping the phone to check the screen, I see Connor texted.
Connor
SOS. Where are you?
My eyes bug out from instinct, and I quickly type back.
Me
Oh dear, did you miss me when you woke up? I had to teach a class. I’m surprised you weren’t lurking outside, since we know that’s your favorite pastime.
Says the woman who threw on my shirt with no bra on in front of me. Easy as a breeze. I think someone enjoys being watched.
Shove it.
Mouth or pussy?
I choose to ignore his crass comment.
I’ll see you at the photoshoot thing.
I’m already at my parents’ house. Need you here now. We have a situation.
What kind of situation?
The moms…
I growl in frustration and choose to ignore my phone for a second. He’s being overdramatic.
“Apparently there is an emergency for the photoshoot, and someone can’t put his big boy pants on and handle it himself,” I tell Isla.
My phone pings and a photo pops up. Studying the image, I shake my head. Clearly someone didn’t get the memo that the photo session was going for casual, as the patio table at Connor’s parents’ house, my neighbors, is covered in flowers, cupcakes, and I’m positive the balloons are filled with confetti.
Growling, I know I need to head there sooner than later.
On my way.
Cooperative.
“Looks like I need to head there now. I’ll let you know how it goes,” I say as I gather my purse.
“Enjoy the honeymoon phase. Have an O or two for me.” Isla smirks as she sips on her coffee.
I give her a warning glare. “Don’t… I learned my lesson once… but maybe I need to sacrifice an orgasm to make him pay. I’ll do it if makes him weak.” It causes Isla to laugh again as I leave.
Inside me, something tingles from the thought of Connor having his wicked way with me, and I hate that the image flashes in my head. I should be stronger when he’s involved.
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