“What the hell,” I grumble, pissed all the way off. I was looking forward to this evening. Blake and I are going to a charity event. I was excited to get dolled up and go out with him. Blake has been working like crazy. He still gets home at a decent time, but I can tell that he is preoccupied with work.
I’ve yet to speak to my parents, which I'm sure is driving them nuts. Oh, they can go months without bothering to check in, but the second they want contact with me, they better have it or they begin to lose their minds. I know I need to talk to them. Mabel’s words from the other day are still bouncing around in my head.
When Blake is away working, that's when the doubt bleeds in. The second he's through that door, it's washed away by how sweet he is. He can't keep his hands off me. He'll even take me in the middle of the night, hungry for more. Blake's touch and words are always so possessive. Those are the things that have me believing and trusting him.
My day was going pretty well until I got an email from Blake’s assistant. Now I find myself annoyed. How does she even have my information? I guess Blake gave it to her. The email is onlyconfirming my schedule. There are a handful of people that will be coming today for nails, makeup, hair, and even wardrobe. All of them will be coming directly here. I still haven't ventured out much. Blake and I do, but I never go alone. If I am to leave, I must alert him.
I'm sure that man has alerts that are set up all on their own when anyone opens or closes that front door. Right now, however, I want to pop in on my husband. Is it childish? Likely, but it could give me a clue on how much I should trust him.
I'm so freaking aggravated that he had his assistant handle anything when it comes to me. I don’t need her help. I can do my own stuff. Those are the thoughts bouncing around in my head as I change and get myself ready to leave the house. There’s something about that girl that doesn’t sit well with me.
It's terrible, but I slip out the door on the side of the converted warehouse. I don't know if there is an alert on that door or not. I grab a car to take me over to Blake's office. This time when I enter, the security guards don't try to stop me. It's not until I step off the elevator that I realize I didn't bring lunch.
I spot Emily, and she sees me too. Now I can't turn around and head back home to grab one. She's standing in the doorway of another office. I walk toward Blake's and give her a fake smile as I pass by. I can tell she is not happy that I’m here, which only makes me more glad that I dropped by.
"Truly," she calls after me, and I stop.
"Mrs. Lockheart," I correct. Emily's lips purse.
"Can I help you with anything? Blake?—”
"Mr. Lockheart," I correct her again, not liking how comfortable she is with calling my husband by his first name. This time she can't mask her dislike and anger for me. It flashes across her pretty face, but she manages to reel it back in.
"He has a full schedule, as do you." Her acting as though she knows more about my husband's day-to-day really gets under my skin. She probably does, but that’s beside the point.
"I don't care." I start walking again. I barely make it to his office before he's pulling open the door for me.
"Wife." He gives me a smile, pulling me in to him to drop a kiss on me. "Is there something you need, Ms. Parker?" Blake says over my head. I turn to glance over my shoulder and see Emily standing there. Her entire demeanor has suddenly shifted now that Blake is here.
"No, sir." Her tone is so soft and sugary sweet for him.
“I am not to be disturbed,” he tells her before guiding me into his office and closing the door behind me. We don't get far because the next thing I know, I'm pinned up against it.
"You left without telling me." There is a heed of warning in those words. I lick my lips. It shouldn't turn me on, but it does.
"Then it wouldn't have been a surprise. I wanted to bring you lunch."
"I don't like being lied to." Blake steps back from me, making my stomach drop. He, however, doesn't release his hold on me. He leads me over to the long couch he has in his office. When he sits, he pulls me down so that I'm straddling him. I don't miss how his desk is overflowing with a million files.
"Okay, maybe I forgot the food."
"Do you want me to order food?"
I shake my head no.
"What's going on? You snuck out and came here to bring me lunch but forgot said lunch."
"I wanted to see you."
His face softens but only marginally.
"I miss you too, but something has set you off. Your cheeks were flushed red before I pulled you into my office." I press mypalms to my cheeks. They are warm. Blake grabs my wrists and pulls them back down from my face as he waits for my response.
"Why is your assistant emailing me about all my afternoon appointments?"
"What?" His brows rise, making it clear he didn't think I was going to say that. "Emily, Ms. Parker, emailed you?"
"Yeah, confirming my schedule."
