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No, after the wedding, she’d make sure that she sat him down and dealt with this once and for all.
Chapter Ten
Dyllan
Sliding the last button through the hole in his shirt, he dropped his hands to the bathroom counter and lowered his head to his chest.
His mind had been on a petite blonde all day, so much that he wasn’t completely focused when he should’ve been. He’d bailed more times than he’d cared to admit at the BMX track, leaving more than a few scrapes and bruises along the way. It was enough to gain a lot of chirping from Travis and Brody, neither of whom would believe it was related to being hungover.
Looking down at his hands, he saw how his knuckles were white with the force he gripped the marble. He didn’t want to admit to himself how much he hated that his black ring wasn’t on his finger. His body burned to put it on, to acknowledge that she was his, and he was hers.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, pushing back from the counter.
He stormed out of the bathroom and walked to the desk, looking down at the offending piece of jewelry. Picking it up, he rolled it between his fingers as he inspected it. He’d never thought much about a wedding ring, having sworn never to get married, but at least drunk Dyllan made a decent choice. It was heavier than he’d expected, but when he’d worn it, it felt right. Slipping it onto his ring finger, it served as a subtle reminder of the weight of their drunken actions the night before.
Letting out another curse, he slid it off and slammed it on the desk. He’d be dammed if he’d let his little babydoll get away from him, no matter what it takes.
Grabbing his wallet and room key, he shoved them in his pocket before heading out the door. Just as he stepped out into the hallway, a flash of green caught his attention. His wife closed her door behind her, wearing a dress that was impossibly shorter and tighter than the one she’d been wearing the night before.
The strapless dress barely covered the top of her breasts, giving way to skintight material that left nothing to the imagination, especially when it landed slightly lower than her ass cheeks. He could tell from down the hall she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the fabric so tight against her sweet skin it would’ve left lines.
Red tinted his vision as he strode toward her, closing the distance between them. He didn’t give her a moment as she turned toward him, crowding her against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”
“Well, hello, husband. Did you have a good day?” she asked with a bright smile.
“Don’t fuck with me, Skylar. What are you getting at with this dress? I told you I didn’t want my wife parading around like that,” he growled, moving his face closer to hers.
“Language, husband.” She looked up at him with a grin that he wanted nothing more than to spank off her. Show her what it was truly like to push him.
“Get back in that room and change into something else.” He was seething, blocking the view of Skylar as a couple of guys walked down the hall, glancing their way. He shot them the best fuck off look he could manage with the way he was positioned.
“No,” her voice was strong as she pushed on his chest.
She wasn’t strong enough to physically move him, but he took a step back, giving her space.
“What do you mean, no?” he growled, leaning closer to her.
“I mean, no. I bought this dress for dinner tonight, and I have every intention of wearing it. Married or not, you don’t have a say in what I wear.” She lowered her voice, looking up and down the hallway as she spoke.
“You’re just racking up reasons for me to punish you, babydoll,” he said, taking a step forward.
“I’m not afraid of you, Grumpy Bear,” she replied, standing up straight, not backing down.
He didn’t move; he held her gaze as he ground his teeth together. His wife was going to be the death of him; he just knew it.
“Argh!” she exclaimed as she stomped her foot and pushed past him, making her way to the elevator.
Jamming her finger on the button, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited for the doors to open.
Dyllan walked up behind her, bending down until his breath fanned over the exposed skin at her shoulder. “This isn’t over.” He watched as goosebumps trailed along her skin.
She stared straight ahead, keeping silent and tapping her foot with every moment it took for the elevator to arrive. She almost jumped when it dinged, the metal doors opening to two men standing inside. They stopped laughing when they saw her. Eyes wide open, they openly appraised her like she was cattle up for auction, which pissed him off.
Oblivious and too far into her own rage, Skylar didn’t notice how the guys nudged each other as they gawked.
Dyllan, however, wanted nothing more than to punch these guys for even looking in Skylar’s direction, but even he could admit that would be extreme. Instead, he pushed his way behind her, wrapping his arm around Skylar’s waist and pulling her back against him. He glared at the others, clearly sending a message to look anywhere but at her.
“What are you doing?” she hissed quietly.
