Amelia threw her head back and laughed—a full, happy, uninhibited laugh. Why didn’t I get these laughs anymore?
Lucien held her hand as they walked toward the building entrance. Even as she moved to step inside, he kept hold of her fingers, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.
What had they done together? Had they kissed? Made out in the back of that expensive car?
Had they already had sex?
As Lucien turned back toward his car, he looked up and saw me in the window.
He smiled. A knowing, almost predatory smile that answered every question I was afraid to ask.
Yes, he liked Amelia. Yes, he intended to pursue her. And yes, he would probably sleep with her.
My boss was going to fuck my wife.
Amelia entered the apartment a few minutes later, looking flushed and beautiful.
“Hey,” she said casually, setting down her purse.
“Hi, my love.” I moved toward her, intending to kiss her properly.
She patted my shoulder and gave me a brief, sisterly hug instead.
The casual dismissal stung worse than a slap.
“How was your day?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“You already know, don’t you?” She moved to the mirror in the hallway, checking her reflection. “Lucien asked me to be the face of your new campaign.”
“And?” I prompted, even though I knew what was coming.
“And he also asked me to date him.”
She said it so matter-of-factly. Like she was telling me about the weather.
“And what did you say?” My voice was almost down to begging.
Amelia turned and ruffled my hair like I was a puppy. “Of course I said yes, silly!”
My heart plummeted into my stomach.
It was already difficult enough competing for Amelia’s attention while she dated Florin. Now I had to compete with Lucien too? My billionaire boss? All while Amelia became the face of my campaign?
“Amelia, I just wanted you to know...” I swallowed hard. “I’m happy for you. That you landed this campaign.”
She was examining her lipstick in the mirror—the Femme Fatale shade, I realized. The exact product she’d be modeling.
“But are you sure you want to do it?” I added quickly.
“Mm-hmm.” She didn’t even look at me, just kept applying the lipstick with expert precision.
She looked stunning. No wonder Lucien was so determined to have her.
“And are you sure you want to continue with the open marriage?” The words came out almost pleading.
“Uh-huh.”
“But baby, don’t you think you—I mean, we’ve had enough fun outside this marriage already? Shouldn’t we end it now?” I moved closer, desperation leaking into my voice. “Do you really need to go out with two men?”
