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I don’t want anything in common with him. I’d prefer to act like he doesn’t even exist.
“Text your wife,” Winston continues. “Check in with her throughout the day. Keep tabs on her.”
“I never do that sort of thing.” I grimace just thinking of it. I’m not a micromanaging control freak like my brother.
“Well, you’re going to do it now. You need to know what your little bride is up to at all times. I’m assuming McTiernan used to have major sway over her. Who’s to say he still doesn’t?” Winston raises a brow, contemplating me.
While I sit and steam, wondering what the fuck kind of influence McDickface could still have on my wife. Not after she’s been with me, is all I keep thinking.
But I might be wrong. Hell, she might still be in love with him.
I caught her texting someone a few times. Not entirely sure I believe what she told me when I asked her about it either.
Was it him?
Just the thought of her texting that piece of shit she might still care about feels like a steel spike was rammed in my heart—and makes me want to rage.
Chapter Nineteen
Charlotte
“My kitty missedme, didn’t she?” I’m scratching Doja under her chin, smiling as she rubs her head against my hand. She’s purring so loud I’m sure Jasper can hear her and he’s in the kitchen while I’m in the living room.
Doja’s golden gaze meets mine and she squints her eyes before she meows.
I’m guessing that was her answer.
Perry went back to work this morning and I miss him. I didn’t wake up before he left like a good wife should, but our situation isn’t normal, so I cut myself some slack. Besides, I was exhausted from the entire trip and I think it caught up to me. I feel bad about Perry having to go into work, but he wanted to. At least, that’s what he told me last night, before we went to bed.
In separate rooms.
No sex to be had.
I missed him. I missed his touch and his scent and the commanding way he kisses me. I missed his heartbeat and his damp-with-sweat skin and his mouth at my ear, muttering filthy words.
A sigh leaves me and I squirm, making Doja meow as she hops off my lap.
Fickle girl.
“Would you like me to make you lunch?” Jasper asks as he strides into the living room.
I smile at him. I missed Jasper. Not because he does stuff for me or always wants to make me meals—which is not a normal job requirement for a butler, by the way. No, I missed him because the man listens to me. He offers sage advice. He even drops a sarcastic comment here and there, which I always appreciate.
I would love to talk to him about my marriage woes and ask if he knows what Perry might want in a wife, but I can’t. Not yet. It still feels so private and new. And I don’t want to break Perry’s trust.
Knowing that he told me about the car racing when no one else that he’s close to in his life does, made me feel special. As if he were giving me a little gift. A gift of his past.
I probably should’ve shared a story with him as well, but what about? The up-and-down relationship with my father? How my mother neglects me most of the time? The age difference between my older brothers and me and how disconnected I feel to them sometimes. How much I miss Crew while he’s away at Lancaster Prep, though I don’t think he feels the same way about me?
My family is not one to discuss emotions. It’s almost as if we don’t have them. There weren’t a lot of “love yous” shared by my parents growing up. Not a lot of encouragement either. Plenty of “You’re a Lancaster. You can do it” type comments, but that was it.
No wonder I have issues. I cling to Perry’s attention and soak it up like he might abandon me at any moment.
“Miss?” Jasper urges and I realize he’s waiting for an answer.
Grabbing my phone, I check the time. “It’s only ten thirty. I ate breakfast not even an hour ago.”
“It wasn’t much. You might grow hungry and want an early lunch.” Jasper clasps his hands behind his back and studies me. “I must say your honeymoon left you with a lovely glow, miss.” He frowns. “I probably shouldn’t call you that, now that you’re a married woman.”
