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The world faded into the background, leaving only the two figures locked in that seductive embrace, and Madison left imagining how Alex’s suits would look in a bonfire.
Madison was his wife. Their vows replayed in her mind.
Standing beside her man through thick and thin? Yes. Absolutely.
Watching as he engaged in an oral cavity search with another woman?
Hell the fuck no.
Heart pounding and glare set to castration, she cleared her throat. “Ahem.”
Alex took the hint and finally broke from the kiss, his eyes glazing past her. Jordan slumped into Madison’s side. “Wow.”
Angrily, Madison shrugged her off.Don’t even start.
“Anastasia, let me introduce my wife. Jordan.”
“What?” Madison snapped.
“Oh,” he said as an afterthought. “And her friend, Madison.”
“Friend?”
Madison wasn’t sure which irked her more. The whole kissing another woman thing. Or thethis is her friend Madisonthing.
And that ridiculous accent he used when he pronounced the woman didn’t help. “Ladies, this is Anastasia,” he said, a little too familiarly and intimately…and French-ly.
Ana-stahhhsia. The name rolled off his tongue like a poem, tinged with a French allure that only pissed her off more.
Surrealwas the only word that came close to capturing the moment. Surreal or…am I being pranked?
Suspiciously, she glanced around. Which, only served to make her dizzy. The world spun just out of phase. She shut her eyes as Jordan locked onto her, holding her up.
Without missing a beat, Jordan kept up with the conversation. “The drive wasn’t long at all.”
Where was her husband as a wave of dizziness hit her? Oh, that’s right. Alex was too busy being wrapped around Anastasia. OrAna-stahhhsia.
“Stassi,” she corrected. “Everyone calls me Stassi.”
Between the kiss and being friend zoned—it was all too much. Madison had never been the jealous type, but here she was—greened eyed with rage and pregnant.
With twins! How could he?
Stassi and Jordan continued their exchange of aristocratic double-cheeked kisses, their conversation flowing effortlessly in the melodic cadence—completely in French.
Like a frustrated toddler, Madison could only watch…and narrow her gaze really, really hard.
That Armani tie he loves so much—shredder.And the Patek Phillipe watch he can’t live without—blender. No, no…garbage disposal!
A subtle gesture caught Madison’s attention as Stassi gently tapped a hand to Jordan’s belly. “Enceinte!” Stassi gushed.
Now, she imagined headstones.Here lies Alex Drake, philanderer extraordinaire…
Madison was pretty sure that the word that sounded likeenchantéprobably meant, “Oh my gosh, you’re having a baby!”
Which, Jordan most definitely was not. Not in this millennium.That’s a direct quote.
Madison’s gaze flew to Jordan’s firm, flat belly, and then to her own wonderful mound beneath her billowy blouse. With a shake of her head, she blinked.Is she blind?
