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He is Drake Scott. He is our husband.
That’s all the vow I need.
I trust him.
But clearly my wife isn’t as assured.
The three of us get a table together and sip down half our drinks before anyone talks.
Drake narrows his eyes at me as if he suspects me of something. “This isn’t another one of your kinky requests, is it? You already get to watch me fuck our wife, but now you want to watch someone else fuck her?”
My brow furrows as I let out a growl. “Fuck no. I didn’t plan this.”
“I did,” Isabel says. Straightening her spine, she takes Drake’s hand in hers and stares into his eyes. His gaze dances back and forth from her to me. He’s clearly nervous.
“We love you,” she starts. “But I’ve been thinking a lot lately that maybe you miss your old life.”
“My old life?” he asks.
“You went from being with a different person every night to being with the same two people for the last five years.”
“Okay…” he says with uncertainty.
“So I figured…for one night you could just…”
I watch as realization dawns on his face. His eyes widen with horror. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he blurts out, interrupting her. “You brought me here so I cancheaton you?”
“It wouldn’t be cheating, baby.”
He snatches his hand away and plasters that angry Drake look on his face. Tight lips, relaxed brow, flat expression.
“You didn’t think to talk to me about this first?” he whispers.
“I’m talking to you about it now,” she replies.
When his eyes lift to my face, I wait for him to ask what I know he’s wondering. “You’re in on this too?”
I take a deep breath. I can’t lie to him, but I have to take Isabel’s side too. I’m stuck between the two of them, not to mention, Isuckat expressing myself properly.
“She didn’t mean anything bad by it,” I say. “She just wants you to be happy.”
“And what doyouwant?” he asks, glaring at me. “Do you want me to take one of these people upstairs and fuck them? Even without letting you watch? Is that really what you want?”
My molars grind. Fuck no, I don’t want that. It would make me crazy. I’d do it if it’s really what he and Isabel wanted, but there’s no guarantee I wouldn’t tear off every door in this place to get him back.
“That’s what I thought,” he replies, noticing the way my jaw clicks in my silence. Then he looks back at Isabel. “I can’t believe you think I want to cheat on you.”
“Drake—” She reaches for him, but he jumps off the barstool, putting up his hands in surrender. “I need a minute.”
With that, he marches toward the door, slamming his hands against it and disappearing into the night.
I want to follow him, but I’m torn. Because next to me, Isabel is already hiding her tears with her hands covering her face. I can’t leave her.
So I gather her into my arms and kiss the side of her head.
Softly, she whimpers against my chest. “What have I done?”
Rule #6: Let the chips fall where they may.
