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“I didn’t hurt his hand.”
“Uh-huh.” I didn’t miss Reece’s scowl trained on Kaisin’s hand every time it brushed my back during Friday night’s dinner. “Since you came into my life, every man that’s touched me, coincidentally all have hand injuries. At least in this office.” It is no coincidence. It is only Reece.
My panties grow wet, my pussy lips twitching at the realization.
“Why’d you add ‘in this office’? Did somebody else touch you?” he asks, finally dropping the monotone he’s used all week.
“The guard at The Pen.” I let that hang in the air, waiting to see if he’ll confess to anything. When he doesn’t, I add, “But that was before we fucked, so technically, your rule wasn’t in effect yet.”
A deep frown is his only response.
Kordin rolls by my office, glancing in at us, and my pussy recoils in absolute fucking horror. Reece hasn’t broken our morning routine once, so this is nothing out of the ordinary, however Reece staring the CEO down is.
Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I pretend to chew on a nail, saying around it, “Sit or he might come in here, thinking this is just a social call, and try to join.”
As I speak, Kordin’s wheelchair slows to a stop.
Reece lowers himself into the chair opposite me, and after a moment, Kordin begins moving again.
Turning his glare on me, Reece asks, “You wanna tell me why you’re still with him?”
I study him long and hard before answering, “I already did.”
“How can I trust anything that comes out of your mouth? You’re a liar.”
“You’ve known that since our first encounter, rook,” I say evenly. “Why get distraught about it now?”
“I’m not distraught. I’m pissed.”
“Why? What happened? Did I do something to offend you?”
“Other than that make-out session you pulled right in front of my fucking face?”
“You found that offensive? Do kisses not fall under ‘wife-duties,’ the ones you sogenerouslygave me permission to fulfill?”
“Not that kind of kiss.”
A noise of sadness cloaked in incredulity rushes out of me. That kind of kiss. The kind I used in retaliation against Kordin for making me smile in front of others. The kind that caused my husband to nearly vomit the second my lips touched his. Us having an audience might’ve been the only reason he allowed me to kiss him, but it’s also how he managed to keep his dinner down, otherwise I’m positive he would’ve thrown up.
Didn’t Reece hear the gag? See the warning Kordin shot me using his eyes beforeandafter the kiss? Like he pointed out, it was right in front of his face.
I triggered physical illness with that kiss. Not just Kordin’s, and not just my own. But apparently, Reece’s as well.
I fold my trembling arms over my chest, adding another layer of protection since evidently my ribs aren’t doing a suitable job.
I need to put an end to whatever it is Reece and I are doing once and for all. After vowing not to, I stupidly gave him an inch—the same inch I’ve given hundreds of others—but like the thief he is, he thought he’d take a fucking mile. A foot in and now I’m the one wanting more. I don’t like him being hurt. I don’t even like the idea of it.
Yet that’s exactly what I have to do to get this to stop. I have to hurt him. Right now. Before everything comes to a head. And it will. I’m no closer to getting the dirt I need on Kordin than when I first went to Cyrus for help.
This conversation proves I can’t trust Reece any more than he can trust me. I practically told him not to at The Pen. If it comes down to me or his family, heshoulddrop me, because if it were between him or mine, I know my choice and I make no qualms about it.
I don’t…but I might start to.
So I’m dropping him before that can happen.
“You’re right,” I tell him, altering my version of what took place to his. “There was more to that kiss than met the eye.”
His brows knit together. “What are you talking about?”
