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“You mean when you pretended I didn’t exist and failed,” I tease, making her roll her eyes. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I confess, “I noticed every little thing about you, kitten. I still do.”
Our gazes remain locked for the longest second and I don’t care if she peers down to the deepest, cracked parts of my soul. Never thought I’d find someone who could mend those pieces, but she has me feeling differently. When she speaks, her voice is a teasing whisper.
“You’re suspiciously good at being a pretend husband, Dash. A secret kink, perhaps?”
“I have ayoukink, Mrs. Stern.” Placing a kiss on her pink cheek, I straighten. “Enjoy the movie. I’ll take a shower.”
Her soft hand captures my wrist, stopping me before I’ve even taken a step.
“I miss— I’m glad you’re back, Dash.”
When was the last time another person cared enough to miss me? The answer is never. Bianca doesn’t realize what the magnitude of hearing her say that does to my heart. Or maybe she does. My voice comes out gravelly with emotions clogging my throat. “I missed you too.”
Minutes later when I come out of the shower, the sight that greets me is funny and I laugh under my breath. Bianca sits with her arms clutching the pillow like a lifeline and peering at the TV screen from behind it. I stifle another laugh when she mutters at the actors, warning them not to go inside where they’ll run into the ghost.
“They can’t hear you, kitten.” A scream rips from her throat and she hurls the pillow in my direction. It lands at my feet and I quirk an eyebrow. “Is that how you’re going to defend yourself if a burglar ever attacks?”
“No. I’m going to use you as a human shield and run away.”
“A human shield, huh?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll come back for you.” Mischief flickers in her pupils as she mutters, “Eventually.”
I cross the distance while she feigns innocence after running her hot gaze over my abs, but she gives it away when she licks her bottom lip. I hate that I have to wait another few days before I can ravage her body.
She scoots to the side, making space for me as I sit with my back against the headboard. Laying down, she snuggles into my side with her head resting on my chest. I play with her silky hair, my attention riveted to her while she focuses on the movie. Every time a scary scene comes, she shudders and scratches my abs with her nails.
My cock involuntarily reacts at being surrounded by her scent, innocent touches, and it’s not long before I’m pulsing and rock hard. She can’t see because of the fluffy blanket and remains oblivious to my silent torment. At one point, I’m certain I’m going to die.
Death by blue balls—it would make one memorable headline.
I distract myself by focusing on the movie and it’s not long before she drifts off to sleep with my fingers still sifting through her tresses. Instead of taking a nap like I should after the long hours of traveling, I stare at Bianca’s sleeping form.
I smooth the frown lines that appear on her forehead whenever a cramp hits her while in sleep, hating the sight of her discomfort. Her lips form a small pout that I can’t resist but bend to softly kiss until she tightens her arm around my waist.
I’ll never get enough of her. She’s under my skin.
My obsession.
My wife.
Chapter Forty-five
BIANCA
(Seven years ago)
My boyfriend is nowhere to be found.
I circle around the club he brought me to where his friend threw a birthday party. Instead of sticking by my side, Niall has abandoned me to do God knows what while perfectly aware I hardly know anyone.
The music is too loud, sweaty bodies are jammed in every corner, and blinding colorful lights are making me dizzy. Honestly, I don’t get the freaking hype of a night out at a club. All night, I’ve been fighting off grabby hands and slimy flirts with bad breath.
Fuck. I need to get out of here.
I would call a cab and leave if I hadn’t stupidly given my phone to him since I decided to forgo my purse, thinking it’ll get in the way of dancing. Well, if you consider throwing your arms in the air as a form of dancing, because that’s the only move possible on the crowded dance floor.
This is the last time I ever listen to Rosa’s advice, since she’s the one who made me wear a dress with no pockets. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
