Page 35 of His Wicked Revenge

We all know who it is because she is who we are waiting on. Chloe yells for her to come in, and soon after, we hear the door open and shut.

Her heels click down the hall, and my breath stops when she rounds the corner into the kitchen.

I am not used to seeing Veronica in everyday clothing. I was accustomed to her grey sweats and plain shirts. The navy blue dress she is wearing right now takes me by surprise.

It clings to her body and accentuates the curves she has gained from being out in the real world. The fabric stretches over her breasts, her nipples showing through from the lack of a bra.

I raise my eyes up to that knowing grin working on her face. My stare diverts from hers, and I inspect her slightly curled hair. The blonde is becoming less prominent as the brown takes over.

Her appearance will always surprise me. Seeing her again, it takes me a second to realize who she is because the beautiful curls are gone, and those brown doe eyes I’ve stared into multiple times have disappeared behind the contacts.

I wonder if she will get her hair done again to add the blonde back in. That thought alone also makes me curious about where she got the money to make all these changes. There is no way she has access to her bank accounts.

“Are we rea—” Chloe begins to ask before she abruptly stops. Her hand flies to her mouth, where the tips of her fingers press against her lips.

Suddenly, my sister rushes out of the room to find the guest bathroom. Myles follows right behind her, worried, like the loving fiancé and soon-to-be dad that he is.

My eyes remain on the door where they departed, not wanting to acknowledge Veronica’s presence.

“Are you ignoring me because you are afraid to check me out again?” Her voice is soft but taunting. I blink, inhaling a deep breath while keeping my eyes straight ahead.

Slowly, the sound of her shoes tapping against the floor gets louder as she moves towards me. I stare over her head as she positions herself in front of me.

When her hands meet my chest, I finally drop my eyes to her. Veronica looks up at me through her lashes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“You don’t have to hide that you were checking me out.” Her hands trail up my body, fingers lightly brushing against my neck. The skin beneath her touch ignites a fire, and I can’t tell if the sensation is good or bad. “I wore this color just for you.”

I tighten my jaw, teeth crashing together roughly at her confession. My eyes cast down to the dress before glancing back at her face. My head tilts to the side, but my mouth doesn’t open to respond.

“You looked so hot in that navy blue jumpsuit,” Veronica tugs at the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer to her. “It made you look like a badass. Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself with the image of you wearing that? So many nights of imagining you having your way with me in that jumpsuit.” A curious smirk flashes on her mouth. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself while you were locked away?”

I remove my hands from my side, gripping each of her wrists in a rough hold. “I was too busy thinking about other things that getting myself off to the thought of you never even crossed my mind.”

There wasn’t a time that I was truly alone while in prison because it was a rare occasion for an inmate to be left alone.

Between meals and free time in the courtyard, men surrounded you, even when you were in your cell or the shower. The only time you could be alone was probably if you were sent to solitary confinement.

“What could have possibly been more important than picturing me naked?” Her words bring me out of my head, and for only a brief second, the image of her lying naked beneath me flashes through my mind.

Shaking the thought away, I stare down at the woman I was once in love with, and a mix of emotions stirs inside me.

“Thinking about how much I hate you.” The words fly like venom from my mouth, and they make her wince.

Veronica composes herself and then promises, “You’ll learn to love me again, Leo.”

I won’t, but that doesn’t stop the hole that I have hidden deep down inside me to fill with worry, hoping I would slip into the void and fall again.

No. It’s not gonna happen. She fucking stabbed you and left you for dead.

I drop her hands from my grasp and step backward just in time for Chloe and Myles to reemerge from the bathroom. “Okay, I’m good.”

“Chloe, we really don’t have to go out tonight,” I try again.

“Nope! I’m feeling much better. I’m going to grab one more snack, and then we can leave.”

Chloe drove to the restaurant. She says that sitting anywhere other than behind the wheel will worsen her morning sickness. Myles, of course, sat up front, leaving Veronica and me together in the back.

I kept my eyes forward through the front window or looking out of my window to avoid making eye contact with the woman sitting next to me, but I could still feel when Veronica’s attention was on me.