Page 53 of The Bad Husband

He laughs, his lips almost touching my cheek.

“What do you think this is? Did you think I was shaving and waiting for you to pop in?”

A few moments pass as I refuse to answer that.

“So, about that boyfriend of yours. Can’t you just focus on something else for now?”

I slide my finger under his chin and make him look at me.

“Are you jealous?’

“I might be.”

“You said I couldn't find someone here in Georgia.”

“I spoke the truth. You won’t find what you want. But you might find plenty of dicks to fuck with you.”

“I’m not exactly looking for a boyfriend.”

“Perfect.”

He lowers his mouth to my neck.

I make him bring his gaze to me.

“I don’t want a married man either.”

He raises his hand in front of me.

“Do you see me wearing a wedding band?”

Yeah, why isn’t he wearing a ring?

“That doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

He rolls his bottom lip under his teeth, pondering.

“I don’t want to see you with another man,” he says bluntly.

“You will see me with another man. Thankfully, my father didn’t put a clause about this in his will. I haven’t had…”

I stop, realizing what I was about to say, and watch the corner of his lips lift.

“I’m listening.”

I press my hand into his chest and make an honest effort to push him away.

“I’m done talking to you.”

He wraps his fingers around my wrist and hinders me from pushing him away.

“You like me, too.”

“I need a man who’s there for me when––“

I stop again, irritated.

“Ugh. Just leave me alone. I don’t want a boyfriend as much I don’t want a scorned woman to run me over with her car either. I don’t like Henrietta. I’ve never liked her, but I’m not the kind of woman who goes behind another woman’s back.”