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He frowns, but nods.
“Why don’t you come for a swim with us, Haldor? I haven’t seen you in such a long time.”
His frown turns into a scowl. “I need to train,” he mutters as he turns, making his way into the gym and closing the door behind himself.
Anastasia looks at us, shaking her head sadly. It’s sad when you see someone hurting, but you can’t do anything to help that person. Standing, I make my way towards my lounger only to stop when the door to the pool area opens again, and Eirik, Dag, and Ulrich walk in.
“So, this is where you have all go…” Eirik starts and then he is rushing towards me. “What the fuck?”
His surprised statement has me jumping in surprise as his arms slide around me from behind and he is pulling me flush against his body. A growl emits from his throat as he turns us, so his back is to the pool, and I am standing facing the plants on the far wall. “You are practically naked!” His voice is angry, leading me to believe that he didn’t like the fact that I’m wandering about in my G-string.
“Hey, babe,” Anastasia calls just as I hear Ulrich swearing.
“Shit, your fucking T-shirt is see-through.”
“Stand still,” Eirik grunts as I try to break free. Then he is loosening his grip as he pulls his T-shirt off. Turning to face him, I yelp as he starts to pull it over my head.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask angrily, as I try to smack his hands away.
“There are other men here, you know? They don’t need to fucking see you naked.” His voice is growling with anger, his muscles ripping as he pulls the shirt over my body until it is midway down my thighs. I can hear the other women also arguing with their men, as they all seem to have a problem with what we are wearing, except for Dag. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s hugging Esmeralda close as he nuzzles her neck.
“You’re such a savage,” I mutter. “You do know that we are in the twentieth century, and I am sure that the men in this club have seen more than their fair share of naked women, including you.”
“But none of those women were mine,” he growls angrily, which has me placing my hands on my waist as I glare up at him.
“Really, what about your dear wife?” I say in anger before stepping around him and hurrying towards the door, which I don’t make because he is suddenly standing before me.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” he growls as a muscle twitches near his eyebrow.
“Just forget it,” I reply as I try to step around him, but he grabs my arm, his eyes hard as he looks down at me.
“No, I don’t think so.”
And then the next minute I am being picked up and we are making our way out of the pool area as soon as the door closes the other couple’s angry voices are silenced and all I can hear is my thundering heart beating in my ears.
“Put me down, I can walk,” I order.
He ignores me as he continues making his way into our room before slamming the door shut with the heel of his boot and dropping me onto the mattress. He stands over me like an avenging angel, his hands low on his waist, his biceps flickering with tension, and his expression intense.
This conversation has been brewing ever since the day I found out that he was married before, and now it has come to a head. Will he be able to appease this feeling of betrayal I feel? I know it’s silly, feeling like this when it was before my time, but it’s stronger than me.
