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“I love you, Joey. And I’m sorry for what happened after the show, but know this: I never had any intention of letting you go—I don’t care what I said in the house. From the moment I kissed you on stage, I knew you were going to be in my life and I fought my attraction to you until I couldn’t anymore.”
“I think you already know how I feel.”
“I do,” I tell her. “Most people in my position would freak out being married to a fan, but you’re the only person that sees the real me and if that hasn’t scared you away, I don’t know what will.”
Sighing, Joey steps into my arms. Her head rests against my shoulder and her fingers grip the back of my shirt, almost as if she’s trying to keep me here.
“Jules scares me,” she says, mumbling into my chest.
I pull her tighter to me and kiss the top of her head before leading her over to the couch. When she sits, I reach for her legs and bring them onto my lap so I can get as close to her as possible and still be able look into her eyes.
“I’m not going to sugar coat any of this, Joey, so if you have any questions, you ask and I’ll answer them honestly. I have no secrets.”
“Okay.”
Shit, I was hoping she’d start with a question. Inhaling deeply, I steady myself for what could be an ugly conversation.
“There was a time when I thought I’d be with Jules forever. She wanted marriage and I didn’t. In fact, until I married you the thought had never crossed my mind. For a while we were serious, but it wasn’t enough for her and she became emotionally comfortable with Bronx. Jules says she didn’t cheat, but I’m not confident in her truth telling so we broke up and did this whole off and on thing for a bit. Jules, for the most part, was a casual hook-up because I felt she was safe.”
“Have you been with her since the show?”
My eyes narrow in on Joey, hating that she even felt she needed to ask this of me. “No, hell fucking no. She was there when the show was over, and I told her to get lost. In fact, she’s supposed to star opposite me in that movie I am slated to start filming, but I told my agent no way in hell am I working with her and to have the director find someone else or I’m out.”
Joey tries to shift away from me, but I don’t want her to leave me. Instead, I bring her onto my lap and move us to the corner of the sofa for more comfort. “Believe me when I tell you that she’s not who I want. I don’t really care if I never see her again.”
“She’ll be back, Josh. Scorned women rarely take no for an answer.”
“If she comes back, she’ll see how happily married and in love I am, and realize that she’ll never have a place in my heart. It’s all yours, Joey, there’s no room for anyone else.”
We sit like this, in silence, holding each other for longer than I thought we would. In my mind, I figured we’d be shedding our clothes and truly consummating our marriage. I don’t blame her really for wanting to wait. I suppose if the tables were turned I’d feel the same way.
She tries to get up. “I need to take a shower.”
“Can I come with you?” I ask, waggling my eyes at her. She laughs and nods, bringing me a little more comfort.
“California is always in a drought, right? We might as well conserve water.”
“Yes, we should.” I walk behind her with my hands on her hips as I try to kiss her neck. “We need to talk about living arrangements, too. My apartment is small and I have a roommate. Plus, I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Do you want me to stay in L.A.?” she asks as she turns in my arms. The thought hadn’t occurred to me that she could go home while I was filming. The only problem with that is the media will eat her alive, assuming we’ve split up again, and I don’t want her to have that kind of drama.
“No, I think tomorrow we’ll look for a place together.”
“What about your roommate?”
“I’ll help him find someone to take my spot.”
Joey turns again and pulls her hair to the side. She peers over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eye.
“Can you help me?”
“With pleasure, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
“Mhm, I like the sound your zipper makes as it reveals your back to me.” I’m instantly hard, just by staring at her back.
She pulls the front off and lets the dress pool at her feet. My wife is rocking a white thong with a garter that I find incredibly sexy. When she faces me, her breasts are bare and my erection is playing tentmaker behind my trousers.
