“Yeah,” I moan as he thrusts. Then he grunts and shudders on top of me. He rolls off before I can come. He hops off the bed and puts his pajama pants back on.
“Um, hello?” I point at my spread legs.
“What? You thought you were about to come?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “Delusion, thy name is Corine.” He gestures at me.
“You’re just going to leave me high and dry?”
“Dry like your heart.”
“Whatever.” I leave the bed and go into the walk-in closet. He follows me and leans on the door with his arms crossed. I drop to my knees and dig through the bottom drawer, but can’t find what I’m looking for.
“Looking for that vibrator? It’s gone.” He’s smug now. He pats his junk and says, “And you’re not getting this.”
Resigned and defeated, I get in his face.
“All I have to do to find a man to fuck me is to step outside.” The smugness leaves his face, and I walk past him.
“Try it and see what happens.” I ignore his threat and put on one of my ugly housedresses. “Those are going next,” he warns.
“Go play in traffic.”
I walk out of the bedroom and slam the door behind me.
Chapter 49
Cori
The kitchen is filled with so much tension that I think even the dog feels it. Finch lies under the table with her paws covering her face. It would be cute if she weren’t a monster. A monster that will soon go missing again. Since I got to the kitchen before Dax, he’ll be in for a surprise.
He whistles at her, and she walks slowly to him. He crouches down and rubs her head.
“Who put this ugly thing on you?” He coos at the dog, but when he tries to take off the purple, sparkly tutu, Finch growls. Dax sighs. He scratches behind the dog’s ears, and she whimpers.
“Don’t be sad, Finch. Daddy still loves you. Don’t worry about Mommy. She’s not right in the head. Maybe a stay at a mental institution will fix her.” I ignore him. He’s trying to goad me into conversation, and it’s not happening. I don’t give a shit about him or his stupid dog.
He sits at the island while I make myself breakfast. I plate my steak, toast, eggs, and bacon. I put fruit in a separate bowl and sit at the table, far away from him.
“Where’s mine?” Delusional fuck. I don’t answer, but I do roll my eyes while I put a piece of toast in my mouth.
“Mmhmm,” is the only sound I make.
“You didn’t make me any?” The idiot asks again.
I stick up my middle finger and say, “Suck on this.”
“Selfish.” I don’t answer, but when he stomps to my table, I hold my steak knife up as a warning. He ignores it. Sticks his hand in my plate and takes half the eggs and a piece of steak before he runs away.
“You’re like a back-alley rat.” He shoves everything in his mouth before he returns to the table and snatches my coffee. “I hope you choke.”
After my unsatisfactory breakfast, I hole up in the library with a new coffee and a good book, but I can’t focus on my book. All I can think about is my exit plan and the call with my attorney scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
I give up on the book, toss it on the floor, and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how long I lay there like that, but the door of the library opens.
“Get the fuck away from me before I kill your sorry ass,” I hiss.
“Sweetheart!” Momma Had’s voice forces me to sit up. I cross the room and take her hands.
“I’m sorry, Momma Had. I thought you were Dax.” Her eyes widen, and I want to bite my tongue. That’s not the best thing to say to the mother of the man you’re married to.
