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No fucking others could come between us.
“And no breaking legs.” She says as I pull away.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I wink and hold open the door. “I’ll take you back to your apartment.” I tell her, she gets in, and on the drive, she tells me how she plans to work even after the baby is born. Just not nights. I don’t say much because I think I have too much input in her life as it is. She may not want me to speak, so I don’t.
And that’s a learning curve—for both of us.
“Oh, Clinton.” I smile at him; he is seated in my office. His leg shaking as one of my men stand at the door. “Did you really think I called you here to give you her?” His taping stops.
“You don’t want her,” he spits. “I could make use of her.”
“She isn’t a possession, Clinton.” It takes everything in me to not get up and break his legs. “I made a promise to my wife that I would not break any more legs. But you caused her distress, you went behind my back and thought what, you could end our marriage?” I laugh standing.
“She doesn’t love you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” I tap his shoulder as I reach him, and he flinches.
“If you broke my legs, she would leave you,” he says, uncertainty thick in his voice.
“You think?” I ask, squeezing his shoulder.
“My wife would just up and leave?” I question.
“Damn, here I was thinking we had a solid marriage, and I could go around breaking legs of men who think they can stare at my wife in ways that they don’t deserve.”
I release his shoulder, and reach for his hand, he doesn’t have time to stop me. I slam his hand on my desk then pick up my heavy ass candle on my desk and slam it onto his fingers. He screams, before I can even look up my employee stuffs a rag in his mouth to muffles his screams.
Clinton tries to pull his hand back, but it’s useless really.
I have a hold of it.
I reach for one finger and lift it back; if it’s not broken it’s about to be.
“You’ll stay far away from my wife, won’t you Clinton?” when he cries, I bend it back. “Clinton.” He nods his head fast, and I bend it back so it breaks for good measure before I let it go, he pulls it to his chest and cradles it. “You can go now Clinton.” He stands his back hunched as he leaves. “Clinton.” He stops as my employee blocks the door. “Leave your phone, I saw what you have of her on there.” He took photos of when she was asleep when they were an item.
“No.”
“Sorry, did I just hear you correctly.” I lift the candle and go to walk back over to him. He reaches for his phone with his good hand and drops it to the floor before he turns and reaches for the door, I nod, and my employee moves so he can leave. Then we watch as he runs off crying like the little bitch he is.
CHAPTER 37
LOTTIE
“He’s not coming over again, is he?” Emma asks. I haven’t told her about the baby yet. I wanted to make sure I was far enough along before we make any announcement, which means I still have weeks to wait.
“Are you really complaining?” I ask her. She crosses her arms over her chest.
“What?”
“The sounds you make with Barry, I mean, doesn’t he have his own place?” I argue with her.
“Well, yes, but he’s had other women over there and I refuse to go there.” She raises a brow in triumph.
The noises that come out of the room would make anyone want to leave the building, I've heard of people who have had great sex before but these two take it to a whole new level, the screaming of his name, the chuckle when she calls him god.
I get the sex is good. I haven’t had sex with Whiskey since the night we got back. He comes over, sleeps in my bed with my new mattress I got, leaves before I wake, and that’s it.
He calls during the day, and sometimes he even sends me food. He waits for me at the bar when I close up, and he drives me home.
