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“I’m not letting you out of my sight. I left your little ass alone for a year, and look what you got into.” He then strode over to the bed before ripping the soiled sheets off. Together we set the bed to rights, then got in on opposite sides. After a few moments of holding as still as a rabbit in a fox’s stare, I gasped when he dragged me into the warmth of his arms.
Getting out of bed, I notice the air conditioner is off. The white noise of its soft drone shutting off was probably what woke me, along with the absence of Mathias’s heat at my back.
I pad over to the outer chamber. The room is completely black, except for the light shining in from the balcony.
The barest sound—almost like a brush against smooth wood—draws my head around. There, sitting in the darkness, is Mathias, his phone in one hand, while in the other, he swirls a liquid undefinable in the darkness. I can only assume its whiskey from the motion of his hand.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Nat,” he whispers into the phone. I’m facing him, but he’s so focused on his phone that he doesn’t see me standing slightly behind and to the side of him.
“I’m sorry you’re going through this. Maybe we moved too quicky to squash it. It’s not too late, Mat. Just get an annulment. We can say it was a prank. My parents are willing to call in any favors they need to.” Her pleading makes me step back a little. The pain in her voice is obvious. I never asked him if he loved her after he gave her his mom’s ring. But I didn’t need to because he does. I feel a thousand times a fool, although I had nothing to do with Joi’s sick little game. I tried to text her, but she never responded to any of them. Why she did it remains a mystery for the time being. I can’t understand of the life me why she would do this to me. I let her in my life and opened myself up to her, only for her to not only hurt me and Mathias but Natalie, who is innocent of all this and has never been anything but kind to me.
“At what cost, though? Your parents almost lost their minds when I switched parties after I got the Republican nomination. Plus,”—he pauses, sighing deeply—“it’s too late for an annulment.”
The air goes dead between them for what feels like an eternity. My face heats.
“Well, I’m sure she’s ecstatic.” The icy words cut through me. “You know she’s always been in love with you, from the moment you saved her from that trucker. I never thought she’d be so desperate to do this. Bless her heart. I would say it’s so Love of her, but she was never really around them, was she?” She titters.
He told her. He told her everythingis all I can think, taking another step back, clawing my throat to stop the choked cry threatening to explode from me.
“I know you’re upset, Nat, but let’s not pretend you and I were anything other than occasional plus ones and business partners. If you plan on remaining with the campaign, as you assured me and LL that you were, then I expect you to make the necessary adjustments around your pride and never fucking speak of my wife that way again. I’d hate to lose you when we are so close to getting everything we’ve worked so hard for.” His tone is as hard with her as it was with me earlier. Icy control laces every word, brooking no argument.
“Of course, Mathias,” she says, hurrying to reassure him.
“Good. I want you to head the media training for Nicolette. Every expression plays across her face. Plus, she needs some mock interviews and a new wardrobe. You are the best. Despite how we came to be, she and I must show a united front if we are going to weather this storm and win the election.” It’s insulting, the way he speaks with such matter-of-fact assurance about replacing his former fiancée with me as if we are interchangeable.
I wait, thinking—heck, hoping—she’ll tell him to go to hell. She owes him nothing. Surely she doesn’t think she’s so easily replaced.
“Sounds good. When do you want me to start? Are you going to take time to enjoy your honeymoon?”
“Tomorrow. We go back on the campaign trail tomorrow.”
They continue to more mundane topics about the campaign. I’m honestly too stunned to move. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t any of this. They are both mercenary as fuck.
“Why are you here?” Mathias’s biting words draw my attention to his hand swirling the contents of his glass before he takes a sip.
“I was cold. I woke up—” I feel silly even coming out here. I don’t know what made me do it or what made me stay and torture myself listening to their conversation.
“I wasn’t there.” He fills in what I’ve obviously left out. He stands, his eyes and face both inscrutable, then tosses back the remains of the drink. “After you, little wife.”
ChapterNine
Mathias
My first sensationsare the smell of vanilla and rose tickling my nose and the feeling of my unwanted wife’s tight little pussy squeezing my dick. Instinctively, I pull her tighter, surging inside her. Who found whom is irrelevant.
“Thi.” Her gasp is sweet, reverent, which makes me pause. “Did you take my dick without permission, wife?” I nip her ear for emphasis.When did she become the person who takes?I muse, driving hard into those hot, wet walls strangling my dick.
“I—don’t—know.” She whimpers with each hard thrust of my dick.
“Sorry if your pussy is still sore—” I cut my words short. I don’t make a habit of lying. “No, I’m not. This pussy is too good. I’m not sorry.” I pull her thigh over mine so I can get at her pussy with my fingers. My dick feels like a brick as I drive into her honeyed warmth again and again.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, darling. Your pussy is so ready for me.”
“Yes,” she cries, arching into every slam of my hips.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, driving into her hard, claiming what’s mine. She’s mine. Again, the thought roars though my mind with a rightness that shouldn’t be there. She betrayed me. She’s not for me. I was never meant for her. This was never supposed to be. Still. The way her body curves to mine, the way she fits into me as if she were designed by the gods just for me makes all resistance seem futile.
Our bodies dance to a rhythm of desire, seeking the bliss we shared so recently last night. I touch her sensitive clit, rubbing the slick wetness of our mixed essences, playing and circling her little nub in ever-tightening rings, until she cries my name like it’s a blessing; her pussy clutches me so tightly, I see heaven as I pump my nut deep inside her.
