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“You’re still my wife.” He kept hold of one of her arms as he strode down the hallway.
“Your fake wife who’ll talk to anyone she wants.” She stumbled along, almost running to keep from being dragged behind him.
“Try it. I dare you.” He stared down at her, his dark eyes furious.
“Oh believe me, I’ll talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.” She frowned. “As soon as you let me go.”
“Perfect because that’s never going to happen.”
CHAPTER 58: Harker
Harker followed Alison into the house. She hadn’t said one word on the way home. He walked into the living room, preparing himself for the upcoming battle but Alison went straight to the bedroom. That was fine with him because he was tired of fighting with her over the same damn thing. He went into the library and poured himself a drink.
He turned as he heard her walk past. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Going to bed.” She clutched her pillow to her chest.
“Your bed is in our room.”
“No. That’s your bed. My room and my bed are down the hallway.” Her chin jutted out.
“Alison, don’t push me on this.” His hand tightened on his glass.
She shook her head and walked away.
He stepped into the hallway. “This is not over.”
She held her middle finger up over her shoulder.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.” He shouted.
She opened the bedroom door and turned, glaring at him. “You should follow your own advice.” She walked inside, slamming the door.
“Oh, trust me. I keep all my promises.” He took a sip of his bourbon. “Including sleeping with my wife.”
CHAPTER 59: Alison
Alison woke slowly. She was warm and comfortable with Harker's arm tossed over her chest. Her eyes flew open. Harker’s arm shouldn’t be in here. He shouldn’t be in here, but there he was. Sound asleep on his stomach, his large body stretched out on her bed in her room.
She picked up his arm and dropped it to the side as she sat up. He mumbled something in his sleep as he slid his hand under the pillow. The blankets were around his waist and his back was bare—all that smooth, warm skin begging for her to run her fingers across it.
No. She got out of bed. She wasn’t touching him unless it was to kill him for crawling into her bed when he knew she didn’t want him near her. She tripped over his pants as she headed for the door. The man was a slob. She grabbed them and something fell out of his pocket as she threw them at his head. The big jerk didn’t even flinch. She bent and picked up the paper from the floor. It was Dan’s business card.
She started to toss it on the dresser but stopped. Harker would throw it away and Dan was her friend. She’d love to catch up with him and she didn’t care if Harker liked it or not. She could talk to anyone she wanted. Maybe she’d see if Dan wanted to meet for brunch or something.
Alison stared at her computer, unable to focus. After she’d gotten up she’d showered, grabbed some toast and had gone to her office to work. Unfortunately, she wasn’t getting anything done. Nothing about last night made any sense. When she’d first heard he’d gone to the sex club she'd never truly believed that he'd gone there to have sex with someone. Not because she’d thought he’d be loyal to her. Their marriage was fake after all, but because it’d break the contract. Harker would never break a contract. The fact that the only reason he hadn’t was because Ethan had stopped him went against everything she knew about him.
She picked up Dan’s card from her desk. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this, but she absolutely hated not knowing the answer to anything. She texted Dan.
ALISON: Hey, do you have a minute to talk?
She put her phone down. He was probably still sleeping. Maybe he and Dahlia had hooked up. Her phone beeped.
DAN: Who is this?
ALISON: Sorry. It’s Alison.
Her phone rang and her hand trembled as she answered it.
