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River must be in one of the cabins in the back. The jet is a Bombardier Global 6000, so there’s plenty of room for us to keep ignoring each other. There are three bathrooms, bedrooms, and three full-service lounges. So, if she doesn’t want to see me, she doesn’t have to.
When I get seated, I decide to distract myself by checking my emails, so I grab my laptop and jump into it. We take off ten minutes later, and I think of how this will be the first time that River and I will be away from everyone.
I’m on the third email when I hear the distinct laughter of my wife. When Corey’s voice follow suit, telling her some joke about college, my blood boils.
I couldn’t hear either of them before, so I assume they must have moved up to the cabin next to me.
I’m also assuming that whatever intelligence is in Corey’s pea-sized brain told him not to come in here because he knows I’d skin his ass for slacking around when he’s supposed to be working. That’s on a minor scale. Not even I know what I’d do to him for messing around with my wife on my wedding day.
My hands still on the keyboard, and I listen out, trying to hear what else they’re saying.
River laughs again, much to my irritation. She used to laugh like that with me.
Only with me.
What the fuck could be so funny that she’s laughing like that? If she’s trying to drive me crazier, it’s working.
“You should have seen it. I called it a mushroom cocktail in the end,” Corey gushes on. The sound of his voice grates on my nerves.
I’ve worked with him for as long as I’ve worked for my grandfather andalwaysfound his voice infuriating because it has that Boys’ Choir high pitch that could shatter glass. I only tolerate him because he’s good at his job and alleviates my stress levels.
Except today.
“That sounds disgusting.” River chuckles.
“Believe me, it was totally gross. I learned to never mix mushrooms with vodka. At the same time, that was the start of my side hustle as a masseuse.”
The fuck?
When in the hell did Corey become a masseuse? Andside hustle? He makes himself sound like a man struggling to make ends meet who needs to moonlight as a masseuse when he’s done working for me. He’s nothing of the sort. I hate when rich people talk like that, but maybe Corey is because it would make him seem more endearing to my wife.
“Well, thank you so much for offering the foot massage. My feet are burning after wearing those heels all day.”
On hearing that, my back goes ramrod straight. Under no circumstances is that asshole giving my wife a foot massage.
“You are most welcome.”
I was already getting up, but I was trying to exit my emails. However, the moan-like sound that hits me next, followed by a whimper and the wordsthat feels so damn good, has me shoving the laptop to the ground and storming forward with my hands folded into tight fists.
By the time I reach the door and shove it open, I fully expect to Hulk out and turn green, then breathe radioactive fire or some fucking thing. I just know this won’t end well.
River’s gaze snaps toward me. She’s practically lying on her seat, which she has tilted backward. She’s changed out of her wedding dress into a green summer dress that will be perfect for the weather in Italy. Corey is in front of her, holding her foot at the ankle, which has made her dress ride right up her thighs.
At least the fool has the good sense to look terrified when he sees me. With his tight curly black hair, lanky stature, and freckled face that never looked like it developed from his pubescent years, he already looks weak. Terror on him looks pathetic and for some reason infuriates me more.
“Jericho—”
“No,” I cut him off. I don’t want to hear any form of bullshit. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
River straightens and glares at me with the same daggers she used earlier when we were dancing.
“I was just giving River a foot massage. She said her feet were hurting. I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
“Really? AndRiver?” I stare him down. “That’sMrs. Graysonto you, andyes,it is a problem that you thought it was okay to touch my wife.”
“Jericho, stop it.” River stands, setting her hands on her hips.
I flash her a seething glare, warning her to not interrupt me again. I look back at Corey, who is now standing and looking like he might wither away.
