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My question hit its mark, because his face scrunched up in annoyance.
“Sure. Probably a good idea. It’s getting a little…crowded.” Monroe giggled, gathering two of the arrangements in her arms, completely unaware of my intent. She walked around the desk, giving me that brilliant, beautiful smile that caused me actual physical pain.
She turned to say goodbye to Kevin and another coworker, whose name I hadn’t bothered to remember, and I stepped up behind her, my hand coming to rest possessively on the small of her back. "Missed you," I murmured, my voice purposely low and seductive.
Monroe turned to glance up at me, her green eyes brightening, a flush hitting her pretty cheeks. "Me too." A shy smile spread across her lips.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips against hers, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss. I could feel her melting into me, her body responding to my touch.
When we finally broke apart, I growled in her ear, gripping her ass so Kevin could see. "You're mine, Monroe. Don't ever forget that."
Her eyes glimmered in response.
The drive home was quiet. She could tell I was in a mood, but I was sure she had no idea that my mind was literally racing with anger and jealousy.
I couldn't let it go anymore. Not again. I knew what I had to do. She wouldn't quit on her own, so I had to make it happen. She wasn’t going to work there another day.
I’d be put away for murder otherwise.
And we couldn’t have that.
* * *
I waited until Monroe was sound asleep before I left the penthouse, a smile on my lips the entire drive to the asshole’s house.
It was kind of fun being completely crazy.
Kevin Taylor lived in a nice neighborhood in Allen, in a modern two-story house with a sleek exterior of dark gray bricks and large glass windows.
I’m sure his wife enjoyed the place.
When she was there.
I’d found out from my PI that she was at a spa in New Braunfels with some girlfriends.
And Kevin was currently upstairs recovering from fucking her best friend, who’d just left a few minutes before.
I pounded on the heavy, dark wood door, and after a few minutes, a shirtless Kevin answered, a smirk forming on his face when he saw it was me.
"Lincoln Daniels,” he drawled. “To what do I owe the pleasure?" His tone was dripping with arrogance.
This man was a fucking idiot.
Without wasting a moment, I punched him in the face, and he stumbled backward into the gray entryway, falling to the polished concrete floor. I stepped inside calmly and slammed the door shut behind me.
"I just wanted to have a friendly conversation.” A smirk played on my lips as he glared at me from the ground, his face a mess of blood and bruises.
I’d definitely broken his nose with that hit.
“Fuck you.”
My smile grew. I was sure I looked as demented as I felt. "I want to talk about how tomorrow is going to go."
Kevin sneered at me. "If you’re worried about me stealing your girl, that’s your problem. Anyone would want a piece of that."
Calling Monroe a “that” only made it worse for him.
I kicked him in the chest, grinning as I literally heard his rib crack.
