“Blake didn’tstealme fromanyone, Issac.” Danielle looks alarmed, and I realize it’s because Issac looks pretty pissed off. Does he think there’s more to them than there is? He’s not the sort of guy to throw punches, not over a woman, anyway, but right now he looks like he wants to kill me.
“We had a one-night stand.” Danielle licks her lips as Issac nods, a grim smile on his face.
“Then you fucked my best friend. Married him for money.”
“Issac!” I step closer, but Danielle tugs me back, shaking her head at Issac.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You fucked in the office, didn’t you?” Issac stares past me, a bitter laugh leaving his throat. “Everyone’s on about it. Amelia saw you fucking. Howprofessionalof you both.”
“Fuck you!” Danielle whispers, shaking her head as though to rid his words from her mind.
“Been there, done that. Remember?” Issac has the audacity to smirk at her, and I’m done.
“Out,” I command, pointing to the door. “Now, Issac, don’t make me fucking throw you out.”
Issac frowns, disbelief in his eyes.
Best friends for years.Gone, all in the blink of an eye.
All good things come to an end.
“You’re a piece of shit, Blake James. You’ve ruined your dead father’s last wish…as ifyoucould ever fall in love! And with a woman who marries for money and fucks your best friend? Great choice.”
My fist connects with his jaw so hard he topples backward, landing into the garden chairs with a crash.
“You fucker!” Issac roars, scrambling to his feet.
“Get out.”
I turn back to Danielle, who’s covering her mouth in horror, her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry you heard that,” I whisper, pausing when the front door slams behind a very pissed off Issac. “He’ll calm down.”
Danielle shakes her head, her fingers reaching out to stroke my cheek. “I don’t care about Issac. Or his words.”
I pull her close to me, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Either way. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.”
“It’s okay, Blake.”
“It’s not fucking okay. You’re not just some girl to me, alright?”
She nods.
Of course. She knows.
Her smooth skin is warm beneath my touch, and when she asks me what I’m doing, I answer with actions.
Lifting her onto the kitchen counter, I spread her legs like I’d imagined doing moments ago.
Danielle rests her legs on my shoulders as she bites down on her lip, rolling her head back as I trail my tongue up her thigh.
“If I’m not some girl, what am I?” she asks throatily, as I pause to rest my lips on her clit.
My senses are in overdrive, and I inhale her arousal before answering her. “You’re my wife.”
“On paper,” Danielle gasps as I suck on her clit, reading it with my tongue.
