Page 39 of The Bad Husband

Throbbing, panting, biting my lip, quieting my moans.

“We never did this,” I say, panicked. “Never.”

He kisses my chest, slowing his penetration with his fingers.

“We’ll talk back home,” he eventually says quietly.

He lets me move up and adjusts his hard cock before tugging at my skirt and calmly reaching for his phone.

Later, two bouncers enter his office through a different door. Everything looks normal, I suppose.

My straps are back in place, my hair covers my heated cheeks.

“You take her home.”

He never looks at me again, and now I feel worse than I felt moments ago.

Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do to change what happened or what doesn’t feel right right now.

I collect my bag while he tosses his key fob to one of the men.

“She has a small box in my car. Pick it up before you take her home.”

I leave his office through the second door, while he runs a hand over his suit, buttons his jacket, runs his fingers through his hair, and opens the main door to his office.

7

LILA

At around two in the morning, the car passes through the gate and rolls quietly into the driveway.

The house is lit, silent, and empty of people.

The two men escorting me, who haven’t said a word the entire trip, help me out, hand me my burger, and climb back in before moving away from the house, heading to the exit.

As the car vanishes out of sight, I stand in the middle of the driveway, listening to the summer night. The wind rustling through the leaves, the water dripping in the fountain, the occasional bird forgetting that it’s too early to sing, or the katydids’ short rhythmic bursts.

What a night.

What just happened?

I’m still so shocked that we did what we did, that I don’t know where to go from here.

Had I had my way, I’d go upstairs, pack my things, call a cab, and leave. Spend the night in a hotel, then book a plane ticket back to New York, and forget about spending the rest of summer here.

It’s not up to me, though.

I mean, I could do all that if I wanted to lose my money.

Um, yeah… There’s this other thing I forgot to mention.

There’s another little clause in my father’s will, one I’d never even taken into consideration, because I didn’t need to.

It had never crossed my mind that I wouldn’t respect his wishes or be the good woman he wanted me to be.

The thing is, I could lose my inheritance if I failed to work during summer break or refused to live with an adult before I graduated from college. In this case, Henrietta.

By misbehaving, I would forfeit my right to my inheritance, and all the money would go to her.