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Husband: Good morning, Wife. I have some meetings today, so I won’t be home until later. But we need to leave by seven for a charity function. It’s black tie. I have a dress being delivered this afternoon. If it needs alterations, call me. Be ready.
I drop the phone onto the bed and groan.
He’s such a bossy bitch.
* * *
I’ve feltKing’s heated gaze on me ever since we left the house. And even now, as we walk up the steps of some fancy place called The Syndicate Hotel, I can still feel his eyes on me.
Well, the feeling is mutual, buddy.
A doorman in a suit, holds the door open for us when we approach, dipping his chin to King. “Good evening, Mr. Vass.”
King places a hand on my back for me to step ahead, and I use that opportunity to catch another glimpse of him. Becausegoddamn, I’m married to a fine ass man.
Hair styled back, beard trimmed to show his jawline to perfection, and wrapped in a black tux… I mean, seriously. He’s the hottest human I’ve ever met.
King clears his throat.
My gaze snaps up, but I find him staring at my cleavage.
Focusing back on my steps, I move through the door, careful not to break my ankle in these ice pick shoes King picked out for tonight.
The dress King sent to the house fit like a glove… after I pulled on my pair of shapewear shorts. And though it’s not a style I would’ve ever picked to try on, I must admit that I look pretty good in it.
The material is a shimmery black. The V-neck is deep, held up by two small spaghetti straps, but then there’s also a drapey off-the-shoulder cap sleeve. I always worried this style would make my shoulders look huge, but with the pushup strapless bra I’m wearing, no one is paying attention to anything other than my boobs. The material gathers below the bust then it’s loose fitting to the floor, with a slit that goes halfway up one thigh.
It's more provocative than I expected, but if King is gonna get worked up about how much skin I have on display, he only has himself to blame.
“Where is everyone?” I ask as King guides us through a fancy lobby and down a side hall, with no one in sight. “When does this thing start?”
“An hour ago.”
I almost trip. “An hour ago! Why didn’t we leave sooner? I could’ve been ready.”
Stress builds behind my eyes. I hate being late.
“Because that’s the agreement I have with Aspen.”
“Aspen’s here?!” I squeak.
“It’s her event,” he states, like this is all fine. “She lets me skip the first hour with the boring ass speaker bullshit, and I write her a five-figure check to support whatever fucking cause she’s going on about. It’s a win-win.”
I want to stop walking, but if I do that, and he pushes on my back, I’ll fall right out of these stupid heels.
“King.” He grunts, and I roll my eyes. “Husband, I don’t want to see Aspen.”
“She’s my sister.”
“Yeah, and last time I saw her, she called me a whore.”
“She won’t do that again.”
We’re approaching a pair of open doors and the noise of a fancy event happening inside spills out into the hall.
“Oh?” I make sure he can hear my doubt. “And how do you know that?”
We step around the corner and into the ballroom just as King replies. “Because I told her you never fucked Leland.”
