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8
BLISS
Iwoke up to the door ramming against my back and Caleb swearing from the hallway.
“What the fuck, Bethany? Open the door.”
I blinked in the morning light flooding through the large windows. He shoved the door again, and it slammed into my spine with a painful thud.
“Wait,” I called. “Hang on a moment.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face, realizing I’d fallen asleep on the thick carpet, too scared to get up and move anywhere for fear the masked man would come back. I stumbled to my feet, only to be hit by the door again when Caleb ignored my warnings and pushed on it, storming his way into the room.
He stopped dead and stared at me. “Are you joking?”
I blinked at the aggression in his tone. “What?”
“What are you wearing?”
I glanced down at myself. The sexy outfit I’d put on to impress him was now a hot mess. My boobs were falling out, one strap was hanging off my shoulder, and I knew my mascara had to be smudged all over my face. My hair undoubtedly looked like a bird had slept in it. “I’m sorry,” I murmured quietly.
“Was he here?”
I glanced up sharply. “Who?”
Caleb took two steps toward me, the menace in his eyes clear. “Flannel shirt guy?”
It took me half a moment to realize he meant Nash. “What? No! Of course not. Why would you say that?”
His gaze raked over my breasts and belly, but instead of making me feel sexy, it just felt cheap. I tugged the coverup across my front, needing someplace to hide.
“You’ve never worn that for me before.”
I put my hand on his chest, trying to defuse a little of his anger. This whole thing had been a huge misunderstanding. If he’d just let me explain…
Both of our gazes drew to the ring on my finger. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
He stepped away harshly, like my touch offended him.
I rushed to explain. “There was no other man, Caleb. Only you. I made us dinner and put…” I gestured to myself. “All of this on. For you! It was supposed to be a surprise, but then you didn’t come home. Where were you?”
“Out.” He made no attempt to clarify.
My stomach churned with nausea as I took in his appearance for the first time. His hair was a disheveled mess. He wore the same suit he’d been wearing when he’d left the house yesterday, but now it was crumpled, his tie hanging loose. His eyes were bloodshot, and my gaze narrowed in on his lips. Were they pinker than normal? And swollen?
Like he’d spent a long time kissing someone else last night.
I hovered a hand over my mouth, knowing he’d been with someone else all night, while I’d been here, cooking and begging for his forgiveness.
Caleb turned away, like he could see the realization in my head. “Does June work for you?”
My heart ached. “June? For what?”
“The wedding.”
I stared at him.
We both knew what he’d done last night. I wasn’t even sure he’d been trying to hide it.
