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And again, I fucking love knowing I’m the only person on the planet who’s aware of that.
It’s a week after the wedding. Since our last time at Venom, I’ve been slowly growing more and more antsy, like a junkie craving her fix. I keep watching Gabriel when we’re at home, waiting to see if he goes out to the club, to his “kitten”.
I guess I should be pissed that at least in Gabriel’s mind, he’s essentially cheating on me with some mystery woman with silvery-lavender hair who doesn’t speak and willingly indulges in whatever fucked up shit he can come up with.
Especially since, even though he’s never touched me—at least, not knowingly—I still get an insanely overbearing possessive and jealous vibe from him. He’s gone out of his way several times to remind me that fake relationship or not, there’ll be hell to pay if I go out and find someone else.
I’ve seen the way he’s looked at me when I’ve hugged a male client with whom I’m friendly, despite the fact that said client is seventy, and married. I’ve felt his eyes on me when I’ve been looking over a case file closely with Felix at work.
Fake marriage or not, Gabriel is possessive as hell with his bride. Which is why I know I should be livid that he’s sneaking off to play dark, disturbing CNC games with “kitten” at Venom.
Except it’s hard to be mad about it when I’m the one getting fucked silly. Not to mention the fact that he’s not the only one being dishonest. Lies of omission, and all that.
I glance up from the couch in Gabriel’s living room where I’ve been going over some work stuff. Through the double French doors into the foyer, I see Gabriel getting ready to go out.
I already knew that was his plan tonight. I noticed him disappearing to shower earlier; that’s when I started to get ready myself. When he emerged from his room about ten minutes ago, I was already down here on the couch, wrapped in a blanket to hide the fact that I’m already dressed to kill.
He’s going out?
That means I am, too.
I shiver, swallowing as a throb of need pulses in my core.
“You going out?” I keep my eyes on my work.
His voice is cold and emotionless. “Yeah, I need to attend to some things at the office.”
Oh, sure. The office.
I chew on my lip, imagining the ways he might turn the thrill up even more this time when he finds his kitten at Club Venom, takes her back to the basement, chases her down, and fucks the shit out of her.
I really should be wearing cheap t-shirts and leggings when I follow him to the club at this point, since Gabriel keeps ruining the fancy, expensive stuff.
But again, Venom’s got a dress code. And hey, he’s paying for it.
Under the throw blanket, I’m wearing a new Versace number over brand-new, elegant, very see-through lace lingerie that I fully expect to get destroyed tonight.
Along with the rest of me.
“Don’t wait up.”
I wait until he’s safely out the door before I jump off the couch. In the foyer, I step into a gorgeous pair of Louboutins I picked up the other day after work. My makeup is already immaculate, and I do a quick check of my hair before I crack open the front door and peek out. Sure enough, Gabriel is sliding into the back seat of the town car as Trevor closes the door for him.
Showtime.
As soon as they pull away, I dart outside, rush to the curb, and flag down a cab. As per usual, I have the driver follow Gabriel as my heartbeat begins to quicken in anticipation.
Except I quickly realize Gabriel’s car isn’t heading toward Venom. I slowly groan as I realize where we’re going. When the town car pulls up right outside the Crown and Black building, and Trevor opens the back door to let Gabriel out, I exhale loudly.
Fuck.
He actually meant “the office”.
“Right here good, miss?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, my brow furrowing deeply. “I mean, no. I need to go back to where you picked me up.”
The cab driver swears under his breath as he begrudgingly puts the car in drive. I let my gaze drift out the window as we start to pull away.
