Page 58 of Unruly

“Fuck off,” he hurled over his shoulder. “Knock one more time, Zeke. I dare you.”

Catherine frowned. “Zeke is your friend. Be nice. You’re just like Cece—I always have to tell you two to be nice to people.”

“People shouldn’t interrupt.”

She rolled her eyes, saying, “Mmhmm. I’m going to wash up, and I will meet you at the table again.”

Cross tucked his cock into his pants, and zipped up. Catherine made quick work of sliding her panties up her legs, and fixing her dress.

One quick kiss later, and Catherine unlocked the office door before disappearing out into the hallway. The door didn’t even close completely before Zeke stepped inside.

Cross scowled at his friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Zeke eyed the shattered frame that held the certificate on the floor. “Do you regularly fuck your wife wherever you please?”

“If I can.”

“Huh.”

“And mind your damn business,” Cross warned.

“This office smells like sex.”

“Good.”

Zeke sighed, and glanced over his shoulder. “You got a minute?”

“Apparently,” he said, buttoning up his suit jacket. “Here we are.”

“Come on, Cross. This is serious.”

His fingers froze on the last button.

“What’s wrong?”

Zeke wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I just …”

“What?”

“I fucked up.”

All the adrenaline from fucking his wife was gone in an instant.

Cross turned to face his friend and consigliere entirely. Zeke finally looked him in the eye, too, but just as fast, he looked away. “How?”

“I just didn’t really think something through because I wanted to fix it. I guess yeah, I fucked up, but I love her, so did I really fuck up, though?”

“Her. You love her. Zeke, look at me.”

Zeke did. “Her name is Katya.”

A Russian name.

Cross figured that was a small detail that probably wasn’t very important. Zeke was a couple of years older than him, and still unmarried. No kids. Any relationship he had was over as fast as it started. He didn’t do serious with anybody. Sure, Cross could have forced his friend to settle down, given his position in their famiglia, but he opted not to.

He assumed Zeke would eventually do that on his own.

“Katya,” Cross repeated.