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Yeah, I think that’s better.
Damien is making an enormous sacrifice for me.
I’m not one of those bosses who will force their men into marriages.
I’ll suggest it.
But ultimately, it’ll be their decision.
It’s a grace I wish my father had given me.
“Do you want me to break off your engagement?” I ask when we enter my office, and Damien shuts the door behind us.
He massages his temples, grinding his knuckles into the skin as if he wants to create pain there. “We can’t. Koglin isn’t a man you want to break contracts with.”
That’s true, but right now, the Lombardis are looked at as connivers anyway. I can keep that name up if it means Damien doesn’t resent me for having a shitty marriage later.
“We’re trying to get back on our feet.” He says the words I should be saying. “If we break this contract, we’ll have even more enemies.”
I pop my neck while walking to the bar cart. Bottles clank against each other as I grab two tumblers and pour us double shots of whiskey. As soon as I hand Damien his, he drinks it in one gulp. I do the same and lick my front teeth as the liquid burns my mouth, giving me a sense of satisfaction. Instead of pouring us refills, I offer Damien a full bottle.
“You’re off for the rest of the night,” I say, pouring myself another glass. “Stay here. Leave. Do whatever you want.” I want to forbid him from going to Pippa’s, but I know that’s exactly where he’ll go. “But if you leave, wait to finish the bottle until you return.”
He holds up the bottle in a silent thank-you and leaves the office.
I take one shot.
Then another.
“I don’t get a fucking moment of peace,” I say while leaving my office and venturing toward the bedroom.
My wife, always one to eavesdrop.
And it seems she’s not discriminatory on her snooping.
Murder.
Torture.
Fucking relationship problems.
I’m sure she’d listen to someone’s fucking medical records if she had the chance.
I’ll need to fuck that nosiness out of her.
Or just tell her to pay more attention to my cock and less to the love lives of my men.
Gigi is in bed with her back resting against the headboard.
She looks so fuckable in our bed.
My cock twitches, loving her in it.
Her eyes follow me as I close the door and move through the room while undressing.
“What was that about?” she asks as I place my pistol in the nightstand drawer.
“Pippa is Damien’s ex, and he’s marrying her cousin via a contract we recently signed for a weapons deal.”
