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“I’ll find your kink,” he teased.
My step stuttered, but I kept walking.
I bit into the pie—the perfect buttery crust, the seasoned mince, and the rich and sharp cheese complementing it. For the duration of the meal, I found myself thinking it was entirely worth marrying Kip for the pie alone.
four
Deidre
The first monthof being married sucked.
Especially since everyone in townknewwe were married. And not even my best friend knew the marriage was fake.
Therefore, I had to pretend I was in some kind of honeymoon period. That I actually liked Kip. No, that I was actually in love with him.
The first time he came into the bakery, I swore the fucking clock stopped ticking and the music muted. That’s how quiet it felt. I could fucking hear people’s eyeballs moving in their sockets as they watched the interaction between us.
I hadn’t even thought there would need to be an interaction between us. I’d been doing really well at not thinking of any of the everyday realities that came with marrying Kip and lying to literally everyone I knew.
Therefore, I froze when he and Rowan sauntered in.
Well, Rowan didn’t saunter. He strode, like a badass.
Kip, on the other hand, sauntered. He strutted through life knowing everyone was looking at him because he was hot.
It was fucking infuriating.
Rowan, of course, went right for Nora, who was behind the counter and lit up the second her husband walked through the door. It really was a marvel to see, especially since she used to run and hide whenever Rowan came in.
Oh, how things had changed.
Rowan didn’t hesitate to round the counter, snatch Nora into his arms, and lay it hot and heavy on his wife.
The customers were used to it by now and barely even blinked.
It turned out they weren’t blinking because they were too busy eyeballingme.
Unluckily, I was not behind the counter. I was clearing tables.
Therefore, Kip had no barriers. I didn’t know what I was expecting from him. I didn’t know what I expected our dynamic to be as a married couple.
Maybe I wouldn’t call him an asshole in public anymore and I’d smile at him or something.
A kiss on the cheek if required.
I did not expect him to grab me from behind, whirl me around, and plant his fucking lips on mine.
Because I didn’t expect it, I didn’t fight him. Not even a little.
It did not bode well for me that I didn’t fight random strangers who grabbed me and kissed me.
It really did not bode well for me that I kissed the stranger back.
It boded worse for me that the stranger was actually Kip.
And it took me way longer to realize that than it should’ve. Well, I actually realized it straight away. It just took me way longer than it should’ve to disengage from the kiss.
My first instinct was to punch him in the face when I pulled back. Except I wasn’t physically able to fully pull back from his tight grasp. Fucker was strong.
