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Reilly sleepily swats at her. “You said you’re on birth control, wild girl. It’s okay,” he grumbles.
Tara’s eyes widen as she smacks his chest. “Wake the fuck up!”
“You that horny, baby? Need my cock stretching that tight cunt this early in the morning?”
Baby? Jesus, how long has this been going on behind my back? How long have they been betraying me?
Reilly moans and grabs her hand, moving it down to his morning wood. The sight of her touching him causes the rage to boil in my chest.
The angry growl that escapes me gets his attention. In a matter of two seconds, he’s up on his feet, covering his junk with his discarded shirt, like his nonexistent pants are on fire. He’s looking at me like his whole world is about to crash down around him.
“Nix! It’s not what it looks like.”
Why do people say that when they get caught? Because I know for a fact, this is exactly what it looks like.
“Oh yeah? Tell me what happened then. Because it sure looks like you fucked my wife behind my back.” This newfound possessiveness of Tara is peeking through my cracks.
“I... uh...”
“Jealous, Marnix?” The knowing tone of Tara’s voice has me wanting to fucking strangle her. She’s acting like this to get back at me. To punish me for not standing up for her, and for telling her I thought of my ex to get hard around her. Maybe I deserve it, but of all the people she could’ve used, she had to pick him?
I don’t give her the satisfaction of reacting, just keeping my glare on my fidgeting best friend. “We’ll talk about this shit later. I was just looking for Tara to tell her not to get into any trouble while we’re gone today. But looks like she’s already got a head start on that.”
“Your Highness, I’m right here. You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not in the room.”
My eyes finally fall to her. I don’t even know what to say to her right now. I can’t believe I even thought about apologizing to her. She was getting to me, but now my asshole exterior is going back up. No way I’ll let this deceptive, green-eyed woman make me feel human again.
My gaze is magnetized to her eyes. I don’t look away as I talk to Reilly. “We’re leaving in ten.” I can tell he’s rushing around to put on clothes, but I can’t take my eyes from the girl who almost broke me.
I need to get out of here. If I look at her any longer, I’ll either explode in rage or take my frustrations out on her pouty fucking mouth. Stomping out of the house, I slam the door behind me hard enough for the windows to rattle.
They fucked…
My best friend and my wife.
Our marriage might not be based on real feelings, but seeing them naked together sent this surge of possessiveness flooding through my body.
She’s mine. They can’t be together.
I know she’s allowed to have sex with other guys... but Reilly?! Do I even want her to be having sex with other guys at this point? I fucking warned him not to. He knew I didn’t want him messing around with her, but he did it anyway. She’s already fucking rubbing off on him. Now he’s disobeying me—just like she does.
I trudge through the house, punching the wall when I get to the garage. Leaning my head against my fists, I try to control my breathing. When I woke up this morning, I thought the feeling of guilt from how I treated her was weird, but this is completely new territory.
I don’t know if they did anything the night of the engagement party, but finding them like that pretty much confirms it. I have a feeling they both lied to my face that night.
This hurts worse than I thought it would. Reilly and I don’t keep secrets from each other—we always tell each other the truth, even if it hurts. But not this time. This time he’s stomped all over my trust and thrown it in the trash.
Fuck, I need to pull myself together before he gets out here. I might be confused about exactly why I feel betrayed, but I can’t let him know that.
“Never let anyone know what you’re feeling, Marnix.” My father’s voice echoes through my head. “You show your feelings, you become weak. You let people know what’s important to you, you become vulnerable. Do you want to be known as the weakest Taylor? Do you want to be the disappointment of this family? Well, more than you already are.”
My father was never the loving type, and I remember this day clearly. This was when he told my mother I was on a weekend trip with him, but he actually kept me locked in a room with no bathroom or food for two days, to teach me “how to be tough.” My poor mother never truly knew how bad he was to me, and I never cared to tell her. I just wanted to protect her from his evil.
I straighten myself up and replace my stone mask, shaking off the reminder of my father when the door squeaks open.
“You driving, or am I?” I growl.
Don’t punch your best friend.
