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“Dream Girl, I have been in love with you forever. Even before I met you.”
“That can’t be true,” she argues with a watery grin.
“It definitely feels like it. I’m serious, Nadia. I’ve never, ever been this happy.”
40
NADIA
Ithought I had no voice after going to Harry’s home game yesterday and screaming my head off for him in the stands. But after the Paragons big win, my man took me back to his place and proved me wrong, making me shout his name for a whole different reason.
I never took myself for a screamer, but my husband is bringing out sides of me I never even suspected were hidden inside me.
I love it.
I’m giddily tapping away at my computer with a contented little pitter-patter in my chest, thinking about how good I’ve got it. Yeah. Life is good. Really good.
But I still have unresolved business. I need to come clean to my boss about my marriage. I can’t keep lugging this secret around. The longer I drag this out, the worse the potential fallout could be.
Every day I tell myself that I’ll deal with this later. But realistically, how long can I get away with hiding this secret before it epically backfires on me?
“Nadia. A minute, please?”Speak of the devil. Liam pokes his head into my office, but doesn’t stick around for my answer. Before I can even open my mouth, I hear his dress shoes already clicking on the marble floor toward the conference room.
My stomach flops. Oh, damn. Did I just jinx myself?
Rising from my desk, I grab my legal pad and pen.
Hecan’tknow I’m married to Harry. He can’t.
Even though I tell myself this on repeat as I quickly head over to the conference room, I still feel ill. I hope it’s not too late to have this conversation with Liam. I hope he hasn’t found out about Harry and me on his own. I hope…
I guess it doesn’t help that Liam knows that Harry and I went to the gala together. Hell—the whole thing was my boss’s idea.
But people attend those things with platonic dates all the time. Liam can’t know that our little ‘platonic date’ ended with a little trip to the altar and a combined total of four to five back-to-back orgasms that night.
When I arrive in the meeting room, I find Liam and the Paragons’s general manager seated at the oval table, matching grim expressions on their faces. My eyes flick down subtly, and I spy Harry Westbrook’s name typed across the file folder between us.
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
“Gentlemen.” I nod and stiffly take my seat on the opposite side. “What’s the problem?” I ask, my voice still hoarse from last night.
Liam frowns. “Why would there be a problem?”
I give him a look. “Because I’m only brought in when there’s a problem to solve.” I attempt to keep my composure even as I’m freaking out inside.
My boss lifts a brow, and then both men chuckle. They know I’m right. I’m the fixer here.
I wish I could say the laughter has eased my anxiety, but knowing we’re here to discuss my secret husband sets me on edge.
“Nadia, I’ll get straight to the point,” the GM sits forward, addressing me. “We’re in talks with the coaching staff about trading Harry Westbrook.”
When he says those words, there’s an explosion at the back of my skull. For a brief moment, all I see is white.
It’s comical how hard I gulp. “Oh…?”
