Page 134 of The Bad Husband

“Yeah?”

I chuckle.

“With Benjamin Nicky? The shy guy?”

“Well, he’s not that shy in bed. I have a better idea now of what you’ve been telling me all this time. What a contrast. I never thought someone so timid could be so passionate in bed.”

She goes on and on, giving me the details of her date with Nicky, while my mind drifts away, revisiting the moments I had spent with Damon.

Keira and I talk on the phone for about an hour before we hang up.

She’s meeting him again tonight, while I’m waiting for a sign from Damon to know what the plan is for this evening.

I slide off the bed and head to the bathroom.

Within minutes, I’m back, freshly showered, with two hangers in hand.

I drop the club dresses on the chair, go back, grab a hairbrush, and start fixing my hair when I hear noise at the door.

The staff never comes here during the day unless I need their help.

Heart racing, I rush to the door hoping to see Damon, when Henrietta pushes it open and walks in like a queen.

Pompous and arrogant.

“Oh, you’re here,” she says.

I freeze, my hands clasped on my hips.

Then, I roll my eyes.

“Where did you think I’d be?”

She purses her lips.

“What are you doing in my room, Henrietta?”

She dismisses me with a flick of her hand as she drops her purse on top of my dresses and turns to me.

“Stop asking questions like you matter. You won’t be here for long,” she says.

I flick an eyebrow at her.

She sighs.

“You must know by now he had asked me to move into the guesthouse,” she says.

“I thought you requested that,” I reply with snark.

“Funny,” she comments, not smiling. “I’m flying back to New York next week, and you’re coming with me.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s your father’s wish.”

My blood starts boiling.

I peel my hand off my hips and close the space between us.