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After we place our orders, I excuse myself and say I’m going to the bathroom, Instead, I throw caution to the wind and walk over.
I slide into the vacant chair next to him and enjoy the look of panic that crosses his expression as he takes me in. He’s just stuffed his stupid mouth full of a sausage and he chews furiously before he can speak around it in his mouth. “What do you want?”
I look at him in disgust. “To tell you that you’re a real shit sack.”
He chokes on the steak he swallowed and grabs his water and takes big gulps until he can speak again. But instead of the anger I expected, he’s smiling.
“Oh, this is rich. Coming to defend your lady’s honor?” He stuffs another bite of sausage into this mouth, and this time, he chews it slowly, his expression is positively giddy.
A prickle of worry pierces my anger and bravado. “Men like you make me ashamed to be a man.”
He rolls his eyes and effects a bored expression while he makes a show out of cutting meat. “You’re a boy who plays the piano,” he sneers before he shovels a huge piece into his mouth.
“And you’re man who lives on his wife’s inheritance.”
The words whizz through the air and he looks stricken as they hit their target. His eyes narrow, his face flushes scarlet and his fist tightens around the handle of the steak knife he’s still holding. He looks like he wants to plunge it into my eye.
I grin at him.
“She’ll pay for that little joke,” he says coldly and the humor I was enjoying at his expense is shattered. He’s not bothered at all. And he’s so sure he’ll have her back.
“If you touch her, I’ll kill you.”
He smiles at me and there’s a darkness in it that chills me to the bone.
“She calls for you in her sleep. Those mornings, I make her crawl for her breakfast.”
I laugh, dark and mocking and loud.
His face contorts and turns red at the ridicule in my expression.
“Glad you think it’s funny, I promise you she doesn’t.”
“You had me until you said that. She’d never crawl for you.”
“You mean, she never crawled for you. That’s what happens when a weak man lets her forget her place. Now that she’s married to me, I make sure she never forgets it.”
He takes a casual sip of his scotch and then shoves more steak in his mouth. His self-assured smile back in place.
Like all is right in his world.
My anger is like a geyser, unexpected and explosive. I lean across the table and grab his lapels. My arms knock his glass over and send it crashing to the floor. Gasps of shock mingle with the scrape of hastily pushed back chairs and the clatter of dropped silverware.
He glances out at the room and shoots someone a pained, but conspiratorial smile, like it’s all a joke.
“If you don’t get your hands off me, I’ll have you arrested. And by the time your mommy comes with the bail money, you’ll meet men who dream of princesses with pretty green eyes and tight glutes,” he mutters through clenched teeth. But his eyes are calm. Assured of his victory.
His calm demeanor is disconcerting. There is a cunning smile on his face like he knows something that no one else does. Unease and dread r
ace up my spine like fire up the wick of a stick of dynamite
”Carter!” My mother and Porsha are both on their feet and crossing the room. I let go of his shirt and slide out of the booth.
He chuckles and wipes the corner of his mouth. “It must kill you to know I get to fuck her. Any time I want. Anyhow I want.”
“Shut up,” I growl in warning.
He ignores me. “I’m more interested in her other assets and I find her a little… vanilla, but she’s got a prime pussy.” He runs his fingers under his nose, and inhales. “I can still smell her from this morning. It’s so sweet, it almost makes up for that thing on her face.”
