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“No. We haven’t,” Colt answers.

“Would you like a tour?”

I slam my hand on the desk. “Do we need a map?” I snap, glaring at the girl who wants to eat my man.

She licks her lips, her eyes zoning in on my breasts, and I jolt back. Are they fucking high?

“Yes. We would like a tour,” Colt answers.

I glance up at him; his face remains neutral as she hands him two key cards. Her fingers brush over his hand and linger for that second too long, which unleashes my wrath.

“You know what, Colt. You go on the tour. Have a blast. I’ll wait outside, and maybe get an Uber back to the jet,” I tell him, walking backward.

He spins to face me, standing in place. “Gianna,” he barks.

“You’ve got your hands full there, sir,” the girl purrs.

“What did you fucking say?” I hiss.

Shaking my head, I shoot Colt a glare and turn on my heel, stomping towards the door before I shoot this place up.

Jealousy is a new feeling for me. And I don’t like it. At all.

I don’t even get as far as the door when I’m being lifted in the air and hurled over Colten’s shoulder.

“If you want to live to see tomorrow, Colt. Put. Me. Down,” I seethe.

He opens up a door, and the second we’re inside, he slams it shut and pushes me up against the wall. He cages me in, his arm beside my face, his nose against mine. “I need you to shut up and listen, viper. Right fucking now.”

Oh, he’s pissed. Makes two of us.

“Do you think I want to stay in a place where everyone in here is ready to drop their panties and bend over for you? This is ridiculous. They have no respect for me.”

I push against his chest, glaring at him.

His hand slides down my chest, and he grips my hip.

“This is a sex club, Gianna. Everyone wants to fuck. That is the entire point. There's room for everyone here and the ultimate privacy.”

My heart races. He wants to fuck those women? Is that why he brought me here?

“Y-you want to fuck someone else?” I ask.

Well, that’s my bubble, well and truly broken. He told me I was enough for him, and I believed that.

He doesn’t answer; his eyes burn into mine.

“If you want to be with another woman, Colt, put me out of my misery and do it. Don’t string me along. I’ll move back to LA⁠—”

He silences me with a kiss. “You’re ridiculous, Gianna,” he mutters as he pulls back.

I can’t help it. The rage bubbles over, and my hand flies and slaps across his face so hard his head snaps to the side.

He grabs my wrist, holding it beside us. He then looks me in the eye and says, “I don’t want anyone else except you. I want to explore you and all of your desires.”

My mouth drops open. “I-I can’t share you with another woman, Colt. It will end in a bloodbath.”

That isn’t a fantasy of mine I want to explore. I want to learn more with him; I know damn well my ego won’t cope with seeing a hot, very experienced woman with my husband.