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He nods once, appeased, and I try to slow my walk to the car.
I want to sprint.
Away from these animals. Away from the pressure. Away from the facade. Away from my life.
And to my house, I realize. I want to run home. I want to runtosomething.
Toher.
“Home.” I tell Ric.
I am so doomed.
It’s been a week since I watched Eleanna fall apart at the sound of my voice. I went to Washington and didn’t invite her. I haven’t answered her texts. I didn’t respond to the note I found in my suitcase with a new brand of shirts to try. I’ve been as distant as possible.
Because of this, here, right now. I grab my forehead with my hand.
I should be debriefing with Robbie! I should be triple checking my plans and sending emails to my staffers.
Instead, I’m thinking about my damn wife.
The little liar.
It was telling that she was hot and slick and tight enough to grip my finger right off. But she was trembling so badly she rocked the whole house. Or maybe she just shook me. Still. You can’t mask that kind of fear, even if her arousal was off the charts, dripping down my hand. Her sweet face and perfect chest were splotchy, sweaty, and desperate. That mouth, parted and panting. For the first time. For me.
And I am a human man. Yes, I want all her firsts. Yes, I want to touch every hidden part of her.
But I have to be disciplined.
I have to stay focused.
I don’t have time or energy for what I want right now. Only for what I want in the future. As if sensing my wild thoughts, my phone pings.
Robbie: Nicely done, Mark
Zander: Yeah, yeah, When can we tease him about the entire new kitchen he bought for his wifey?
Gailo: WHIPPED
Mark: Laugh it up now, your time is coming, each of you.
Zander: Never.
Van: I wouldn’t mind a woman, but she might mind me
Gailo: True, who’d want to marry your ugly ass, Van
Mark: It wasn’t the plan for me to marry either, dipshits
Mark: Robbie you’d have to actually leave the bunker so you might be the only one who’s safe from this torture
Gailo: I hope you’re wrong. Too many beautiful women, so little time.
Zander: You’re as gross as Mark
Zander: *as Mark used to be
Gailo: Before he became WHIPPED
