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Rose
Icouldn’t believe the nerve of the man laying on my couch. Who was he? I didn’t even recognize him. At least if I was married to the Alexander that I didn’t know, I would have expected this kind of behavior. But after seeing how James normally acted, I couldn’t just dismiss what I was seeing. I tossed and turned in my bed, wanting to let him back in, but hating him at the same time. I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me so I could sleep, but I wanted James, not the man out there.
It seemed like I was up all night, but when I heard a loud thump followed by cursing, I realized I’d fallen asleep at some point during the night. The dull light coming in through my window promised another dreary day of rain and cold weather. I flung off the covers and stripped my clothes off, stepping into the steaming shower. However, only moments later, I was joined by a grumpy man fighting for space in the shower.
“You could have waited,” I snarled.
“I could have been sleeping beside you too, butthatdidn’t happen either.”
Fighting for the warm water, I pretended to accidentally bump him out of the way. Now that I had all the water, I closed my eyes and let the water flow over me. Except, I should have been paying attention, because moments later, his lips were closed over my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. All thought flew out the window until all I could do was moan and enjoy his attention. But too late, I realized it was a trick. He had backed me up against the wall and was now standing under the water, washing his hair. My tit had been abandoned like a puppy nobody wanted. I tried to shove him out of the way, but he wasn’t having it this time. He planted his feet on either side of the tiled shower and refused to budge.
“This is my shower!”
“As you pointed out last night, we’re married. So, what’s yours is mine.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I never agreed to that. This is my apartment. It’s in my name.”
“Actually, I looked into that last night. It’s actually in your father’s name. I emailed him last night, letting him know I thought that was a problem. He agreed that I should be listed as the owner of this apartment since you’re my wife and it’s my job to take care of you.”
“You what?” I snapped.
“Hey, it’s only right. So, I signed the e-document this morning.”
“You stole my apartment?” I said slowly, hatred filling me up inside.
“I didn’t steal. Remember, pooky, we’re married.”
Now I really hated him. And just for that, I kicked in the back of his knee, forcing him to fall to the shower floor and nearly smack his face on the opposite wall. “Oops,” I said as I stepped out of my shower and wrapped a towel around my body.
But before I could even finish wrapping the towel, he was out of the shower, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me. This was his favorite position, one that I loved on the island. Okay, I loved it here too. Not that I would admit that to him. Not even when he slid his fingers inside me. Or when he took me to the bedroom and spread my legs, filling me up. I didn’t say it as I cried out his name or when he fucked me so hard I almost blacked out. And in the aftermath of our fucking, I just laid there and basked in how right it felt to be in his arms again.
Until he opened his mouth.
“I’ll be home at six,” he said, pulling on his suit. “Maybe tonight we’ll have a real conversation.”
“I won’t be at your apartment.”
He turned back to me with a grin. “Oh, I meant here. You know, my new apartment.”
I tossed my pillow at him as he headed for the door. I wished I had a candlestick or an alarm clock, one of those old fashioned ones that was really heavy. I’d knock him upside the head and then call my dad, begging him to hide the body. And he would do it because he wouldn’t want the scandal.
I scrambled up from the bed, ready to tell him to go fuck himself, but he was already out the door before I had the chance. I picked up my phone and texted Clarissa.Emergency. Be here in an hour.
She probably wasn’t awake yet, but neither of us ignored emergency texts when they came in. After I got dressed, I had to clean up the bathroom because water was everywhere. And unlike James, I didn’t have a housekeeper to come clean up after me. I did that on my own. Then I had to toss my sheets in the washer because they were ruined after what he did to me this morning. Just as I was finishing up, Clarissa came barging in with coffee from Starbucks. I gratefully held out my hands, needing the caramel goodness to ease the anger inside me.
She watched as I drank my Caramel Ribbon Crunch, waiting for the moment I calmed. Sighing in relief, she exhaled like she had just stopped a nuclear disaster.
“Okay, what happened?”
“That asshole came over last night.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Wow, I just…I have no words.”
“For what?”
“Well, on the island, you were in love and it was going to kill you to leave him. I had to practically drag you onto that plane. And now…it’s like you hate him.”
“I don’t hate him,” I grumbled. “I still love him, but he’s being an asshole.”
