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I peer closer at her. Her eyes are a tad bloodshot. "You're drunk," I accuse.
She shakes her head, her long hair flowing, her expression innocent. "No, not drunk, Sir." She leans closer and whispers, "But I might have broken rule thirteen and had one too many glasses of champagne."
"Then you're drunk," I assert.
Giggling, she shakes her head again and glances at the minibar. Then she grabs my tumbler out of my hand and holds it in the air. She tilts her head and declares, "But it looks like you might have had too many as well."
I cringe inside. I never wanted her to see me anywhere near intoxicated after the last time I lost control.
She murmurs, "At least I don't have to take your keys away."
I wince, remembering that night and wishing I could take it back.
In a seductive tone, she suggests, "Why don't we give ourselves a pass and forget that either of us has had drinks tonight?"
It's a rule I never break. I never engage with anyone if I've been drinking heavily, nor if they have.
She rises, removes her bra, then slowly shimmies out of her panties. She steps her long legs out of them, then tosses the flimsy lace on my lap, questioning, "Do you remember when you got these for me?"
I glance down, hold myself back from sniffing them, and answer, "Yeah, I was living in the L.A. apartment and you were at the beach house."
"Eyes up here, Riggs," she orders.
Like the loser I've become, I obey.
She smiles and slides her hand over her pussy, dragging it up over her belly button and to her breast. She keeps her blues on me, accusing me in a sad tone, "You left me at the beach house to suffer on my own."
"It was so you could work on your music," I remind her.
"You did it to punish me."
I firmly insist, "No. I did it so you could get ahead in your career like I promised you."
She tilts her head and sadness expands everywhere. She softly asks, "Is that really the truth?"
I furrow my eyebrows and jerk my head backward. "Of course it is. Do you think I've ever wanted to be anywhere except with you? Do you think I stayed away for any other reason? I did that for you. Only you. Not me. And that was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it was all for you."
She doesn't answer me, and I feel like I've lost everything.
How can she think these thoughts? All I've done except for those damn text messages and video I sent to her father has been for her well-being.
The longer she stares at me, the more anxious I become. I blurt out, "You're the one who's choosing to stay away and push me out of your life. That's on you, not me."
She bites on her lip, then blinks a few times. She takes a deep inhale, then picks up my crystal tumbler. She asks, "Is that what you wanted to talk about tonight? What you did to me? How you humiliated me and used me?"
The same knife that has sliced my heart since she found out what I did takes another vicious stab. I didn't think it had any more life left in it, but apparently, it does. And the pain shoots through me worse than before.
But I'm also angry, and I seethe, "I'm done apologizing, pet. I'm not perfect, and you knew it before you ever touched me, before you signed the contract and decided to stay in my life, before you took the vow you willingly took to be my wife forever."
Her glare stabs into me and she snaps, "So that means you can do whatever you want to me, and I'm supposed to be okay with it? I should just look the other way and not hold you accountable for anything?"
I think for a minute, trying to calm down, then answer, "No. You're supposed to find a way to forgive me and return to loving me."
"I do love you," she claims.
"Really? You have a funny way of showing it," I state.
"Once again, you're Riggs Madden and can do whatever you want. I'm only the wife who's supposed to put up with everything," she fumes.
