Page 63 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“Mr.Carter, this is Connor Pen, my husband as of this morning.Connor, this is the owner and operator of the best gym in NYC, Mr.Carter,” she introduces us.

Even as she speaks, suspicion lurks in her eyes as she studies our reactions.

A hush falls over the already quiet room.

“Get on the mat,” he rumbles.

“Yes, sir, Uncle Levi,” I respond, already in motion.I set the bags on the bench by the locker rooms, take off my shoes like so many times before, and step onto the mats.

Hilary stands frozen with her wide eyes trained on the space I vacated.She blinks, comes back to life, and spins toward me.

“Uncle Levi?!”

The fury in her voice pulses in my balls.

“Uncle Levi?!”she repeats in the exact same tone.

She starts forward, pauses to yank off her shoes, then throws them at me.I don’t dodge.They bounce off my chest and stomach.

Uncle Levi scowls at the offending footwear.I pick them up and move them beside the bench.

“Mr.Carter is Uncle Levi?You knew, but you didn’t tell me.Why?Why did you keep it a secret?What horrible thing have I done for you to lie to me like this?”Hilary rants as she paces along the edge of the mats.

Mr.Carter sits on the bench and begins removing his shoes.His unhurried movements fill me with dread.

Hilary stops mid-step, pivots toward me, and glares.

My bruised insides throb from her accurate hits with her shoes, and the bite wound on my shoulder aches in time with my quickening heartbeat.Her high ponytail accentuates her natural beauty, and her bottomless brown orbs seem to suck in and trap the light with their anger.

“No, not what have I done,” she says.“What have you done?You’re still hiding something,” she accuses.

Goddamn, she’s a goddess in the flesh.I, a mortal man, have no right to stand in her presence.The urge to drop to my knees and worship her as she rages nearly wins.

She crosses her arms over her chest.Her breasts pillow over her forearms.My mouth waters and hands tingle.I yearn to devour every inch of her.

“This is too much of a coincidence.What did you do?”she demands.

I swallow as Mr.Carter bends to align his shoes with the edge of the bench.

He’s giving me an opportunity to redeem myself and reveal the darkest side of myself.

Hilary’s pupils shrink, and she pales in horror as she realizes the truth.

“You hired them, didn’t you?”Her eye twitches as she reads the answer on my face.“You hired the thugs who chased me in here eight years ago.What the hell, Connor?”

Mr.Carter stands.Hilary shifts her attention to him.

I swear the man shrinks back without even moving, but he meets her stare head on.

“You knew too, didn’t you, Mr.Carter?”

He steps onto the mat.

Hilary spins and stalks toward the door.

“Get on the mat, Hilary,” Uncle Levi commands.

Her shoulders droop as she stops halfway down the hall.She drops her face into her hands.