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Because there’s not a single part of me that wants to go anywhere with this woman. Sure, she’s beautiful and very sexy, but she’s not Isabel. She’s not my wife.
She’s not my girl.
“Get your fucking hands off my husband.”
The woman snatches her hand off my arm and our heads spin at the same time to find Isabel standing a few feet from the bar, staring at the woman with fire in her eyes.
Hunter is standing behind her, one hand on Isabel’s arm as if he’s waiting to hold her back.
The blonde woman lifts her hands up in surrender as she backs away. “Jesus, sorry,” she mumbles, picking up her drink. As she moves away from us, she passes by Isabel and adds, “If this were my man, I wouldn’t let him out of my sight.”
“Well, he’s not, so fuck off,” Hunter adds.
I refuse to acknowledge how hot that was. I’m not ready to forgive either of them, no matter how chivalrous they’re being. So I turn back to my beer and tip it up toward the bartender to signal for another. He nods at me in return.
I keep my eyes forward as I feel Hunter and Isabel take a spot on either side of me.
“Drake, please look at me.”
I’m a weak man, and I can’t help myself where she’s concerned. My head turns in her direction and I notice how the black lines of makeup around her eyes are now smudged—a sign she’s been crying.
When my eyes meet hers, she reaches out to touch my arm. “I’m so sorry.”
How weak am I? Weak enough to want to forgive her already. One tear and one apology and I’m ready to sweep it all under the rug.
But I know I shouldn’t. Because there is still so much I don’t understand.
“Why would you think I want that? What did I do that made you think I want to cheat on you?” I ask.
Her hand squeezes my arm. “You didn’t do anything, Drake. You’ve been amazing, and I love yousomuch I’m terrified of losing you.”
My resolve crumbles and I turn toward her, reaching for her. She jumps from her stool and positions herself between my open knees, latching her arms around my neck.
“Why the fuck would you think you’d ever lose me?” I ask.
“I was afraid we were tying you down,” she cries. “I wanted you to have a little fun.”
My brows jump upward as I pull her away to look into her eyes. “A little fun? Iz, we havesomuch fucking fun, and I don’t just mean in bed. Every day of my life is a blast. I get to spend it with our adorable fucking kids. They’re hilarious and amazing. I married my best friends for fuck’s sake!”
I’m holding her by the hips, my grip growing tighter with every word. When she smiles, tears slip over her lashes and down her cheeks.
“Isabel Scott, I’mfuriousthat you took me to a brothel.” My grip loosens as I stare into her beautiful green eyes. “I’m also touched that you’d do that just to make me happy. But I promise…” I pull her close so her face is inches from mine. “There is nothing I want or need more than what I have right now.”
Her arms encircle my neck and she latches her lips to mine. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kiss her back.
When we finally pull our mouths apart, I turn my head to see Hunter watching us appreciatively from the next stool.
“Can we take this up to the hotel room now? I’m sure Isabel is sorry and wants to make it up to you,” he says, grabbing my beer from the bar.
Turning back to my wife, I pinch her ass.
“I know exactly how she can do that,” I say with a wicked grin.
Rule #7: Go for broke.
Isabel
Drake is angry with me, but in a veryDrakeway. Which basically means he turns that anger into horniness and takes it out on me in the bedroom.
