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“Hi, Adeline,” she says when I answer. “Jameson asked me to call you to ensure you’re aware of some changes he made to his schedule this week.”
I sit up straight. “What changes?”
“A dinner with Bill tonight and a gala attendance on Friday night.”
After the day I’ve had, including my conversation with Jameson this morning, I’m unable to curb the annoyance this new information flares in me. “A dinnertonight? It’s already five. What time tonight?”
“Eight.” Shantel is so talented at what she does that she doesn’t stumble once with my reaction or her response. “I can alert him to the fact you may be late?”
I take a deep breath, working on my feelings over this so I don’t take them out on Shantel. Making a snap decision, I say, “No, that won’t be necessary, Shantel. I will take care of this myself.”
“He can expect you at eight?”
I grip my phone harder. “He can expect many things, and yes, one of them is me being at dinner on time.”
We end the call and I spend the next hour finishing up what I need to before I can leave. I work like a woman possessed. My only goal right now is to get to Jameson’s penthouse as fast as possible so I can tell him exactly what I think of his fucking calendar.
He’s not home when I walk in just after six thirty. Jeff greets me and ensures I have everything I need. I refrain from asking him to have a coffin delivered. I then make my way into the bedroom and take a shower.
I’ve showered, dressed, fixed my hair, and touched up my makeup by the time Jameson walks into the bedroom. I’ve also grown angrier with each passing minute. He has no idea what he’s arrived home to.
He drops his suit jacket on the bed and has his hands to his tie before his eyes find mine. They instantly drop to my chest and then down my body as he takes in the midnight blue slip dress I’m wearing that hugs my curves in all the right places. I chose it because it makes me feel good, and I need that for the conversation Jameson and I are about to have.
I open my mouth to speak but his phone rings. He yanks it out of his pocket and stabs at it with the kind of angry energy that tells me he’s in a mood too.
Stalking out of the bedroom, he barks, “I hope to fuck you’ve got good news for me.”
He’s such a wonderful human.
I can’t believe how blessed I am to be married to him.
Perhaps I should have asked Jeff to source that coffin after all.
I wait for Jameson for fifteen minutes, at which point, I decide to get some work done while I wait. I head into the room that is now my home office and work through some emails that have come in since I left work.
I spend twenty minutes working, losing myself in emails until I hear footsteps outside the office. Glancing up, I see Jameson stride past. I push my chair back and go after him. Our conversation is way past due.
I stalk down the hallway, reaching him as he enters his office.
“We need to talk,” I say, my chest heaving with fury.
He turns, his face a storm cloud. “I’ve got a call to make. Can this wait?”
I shake my head. “No. For once, you can put yourself second and give me the fucking gift of being put first.”
He arches his brows, not saying a thing, but making it clear he’s waiting for whatever it is I have to say.
I take a step closer to him. “Putting a dinner on my calendar at the last fucking minute can’t happen again. And in future, when you add things to my calendar, I’d really appreciate it if you acknowledge that I’m just as busy as you are, and that the things I’ve got happening in my life are just as important as your things.” I exhale a harsh breath. “I’ve already asked you not to order me around and told you I wouldn’t do the next thing you ordered me to. I mean it this time, Jameson. This won’t ever happen again. I’m done after tonight.”
“Dinner was unavoidable tonight. I asked Shantel to call you as soon as I knew about it.”
“That’s not good enough. You should have told Bill you had to check with me first.”
“Fuck.” He shoves his fingers through his freshly washed hair. “I appreciate what you’re saying, but since dinner was requested by Bill, and since this marriage is all for his sake, I assumed we’d both make it happen.”
“You assumed. Much like you always do. Honestly, how hard is it to pick up the damn phone and call me to ask? And as for the gala that’s been added to Friday night, I may not be able to make it.”
“Why not?”
