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I grab her waist and hold on tight. “I warned you,” I tell her. “I told you not to interfere in my private business.”
Pain flashes across her face, and every instinct tells me to take back the words. Her eyes fill with betrayal, followed by the sheen of tears, and it fucking guts me. “Who is she?” she asks, her voice breaking. “Who are you having dinner with while I sit here in your house, all alone? Who do you cook for these days, Zane?” A tear runs down her cheek, and I catch it with my thumb. I cup her face gently and sigh, all my anger draining away instantly. “I feel like I’m going crazy wondering,” she tells me, her voice breaking.
I drop my forehead to hers and swallow hard, my heart beating wildly. “Sierra on Mondays, Lex on Tuesdays, Luca and Val on Wednesdays, Ares and Raven on Thursdays, and Faye and Dion on Fridays. Saturdays you spend at your parents’ house, so I’m at home then, and on Sundays, I’m at my grandmother’s house. She’s actually warned me a few times now that I have to bring you with me, but I’ve just been ignoring her requests.”
She looks into my eyes, her gaze searching, a hint of suspicion taking root in her beautiful ambers. “Even if you do have dinner with them, you don’t… you never come to bed until late.”
Anger runs down my spine, and I grab her hips before flipping us over. She gasps when her back hits the sofa, and I settle on top of her, my legs between hers. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, flames of fury licking at me. “So your first thought is that I must be cheating on you, is that it?”
She looks at me with the same anger burning in her eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
I grit my teeth and lean in to nip at her bottom lip, my touch punishing. She freezes for a moment, and then she kisses me, her legs wrapping around my hips as she opens up for me, her tongue teasing, lapping. I moan and drag my lips off hers and down to her neck. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?” I murmur, before sucking down harshly, wanting to fucking own her. “I’ll never want anyone but you, Celeste. I never have.”
I drive my cock into her and push myself up enough to look at her. “Do you feel that, Celeste? Do you feel how fucking hard you make me, even when you piss me off to no end?” She bites down on her lip, her gaze surprisingly vulnerable. “Only you can do that to me, Celestial.Only you. No matter what phase of our lives we’re in, no matter what’s going on or how much I fucking hate you — I only ever want you.”
I’ve told her this so many times, and five years ago, I broke down and begged her to believe me, repeating the words over and over. I swore to myself I never would again when she walked away, yet here I am, once more desperate to take away her insecurities. I hate the power she holds over me. Fuck, I hate the way I still love her, despite everything.
I let go of her wrists and let my hand run down her body, cupping her breast. She gasps and reaches for me, her fingers trailing over the edge of my face before she pulls me closer, her lips finding mine with newfound desperation. I groan when she kisses me, her legs tightening around me, like she wants me closer. Celeste’s hands explore my body, tugging on my tie first, before rapidly abandoning that cause in favor of undoing my pants. I suck her bottom lip in between my teeth as she frees my cock and firmly wraps her hand around it.
I tear my mouth off hers to look at her, holding myself up on my forearms. We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t stop either, not when she looks at me like she needs me to prove something to her. Celeste looks up at me pleadingly as she pushes her underwear aside and guides my cock to where she wants it.
I inhale sharply at the hot wet feel of her, unable to resist slipping the tip in. She moans so beautifully, her eyes never leaving mine as I push another inch into her, my body and mind at war.
“For once, you’re right about something, Celeste.” Curiosity flickers through her eyes, before lust drowns it out when I push into her further. “I’ve always been yours,” I whisper, before thrusting forward and burying myself deep inside my wife.
ChapterFifty-Six
Zane
“No,” Celeste says, crossing her arms as she leans back in her desk chair, staring me down. “I want to keep that hotel in our portfolio. This is a merger — you don’t get to pick and choose by yourself. We’ll decide together.”
I mirror her posture and glare at her. Nothing has changed between us since that moment we shared on the sofa at home a few weeks ago. I’ve kept staying out late, and she hasn’t brought it up since, both of us pretending that night never happened.
She’s a little easier to read now, though. It took me a little while to figure it out, but I now realize that when too much time passes without me giving her anything but my professional self, she gets agitated and begins to argue with me at work. Shortly after we slept together, we worked as efficiently as we used to, back when I thought we’d build a fucking empire together. As the weeks pass without us having a personal conversation, without seeing each other much at home, her attitude changes, and she begins to cross me just to get a reaction. It used to frustrate me when she became so difficult to work with, but now it just amuses me. She wants my attention, and she doesn’t even realize it, wouldn’t ever admit it.
“I do get to choose, since I’m the one that has to fund this shitty loss-making hotel of yours.”
She rises to her feet and leans forward, her palms flat on her desk. She’s so beautiful when her eyes flash like that, her long curly hair framing her body. She’s in a black dress today, and all morning, I’ve been wondering what’s underneath. “Last I checked, I was yourwife,” she tells me, her tone threatening. I love it when she reminds me of that little fact, which she does more and more often these days. “What’s yours is mine, and I’m funding this.”
I bite back a smile. “Not without my signature, you’re not.”
She walks around her desk, her long legs on display for me, and fuck, they’d look so pretty spread on my desk. Something in her gaze shifts when she realizes I’m checking her out, and I school my features, refusing to give her what she’s after. Each day, it becomes harder to keep my distance, but today isn’t the day I’ll fail. “I’ll go over your head,” she tells me, placing her knee between my legs, on the edge of my seat. I’m so tempted to grab her and make her ride my cock in that sexy dress of hers, but I don’t.
“Try me. You won’t like the consequences. I haven’t touched any of the assets you told me had sentimental value, but this one you just want to keep for the hell of it. I’m not having it.”
She places her hands on my shoulders, and I lean back, simply watching her and resisting the urge to hold her waist. It annoys her when I don’t touch her. It’s become my favorite thing to do — watch her get riled up and storm over to me. She’ll run her hands all over me, in supposed anger, and the longer I resist touching her back, the angrier she gets. It’s fucking beautiful. “So if I tell you it has sentimental value, you’ll let me have it?”
My eyes flash at her words. She knows exactly what she’s doing, my crazy wife. She slides her knee forward slowly until she’s grazing my cock. “Will you let me have it, Zane?”
I run a hand through my hair, unable to hide how fucking hard she makes me when her knee presses against me like that. She smiles victoriously, and for a moment, I wonder if we could make it after all. She still wants me, that much is clear. Is there any way we could overcome the past like our grandparents hope we will? Can we learn to trust each other again? She nearly single-handedly destroyed everything I built, and I barely survived it the first time.
“No,” I tell her. My hands wrap around her waist, and I gently push her away.
Celeste’s eyes widen, confusion and a tinge of hurt flickering through them. “Why? If we restored it, it could easily become profitable.”
I shake my head and roll my chair backward, creating more distance between us. Her expression shutters closed and she crosses her arms, something decidedly vulnerable about her posture. “Even so, there are better things we can invest in. This property no longer suits our brand, and we’d have a higher return investing in something else. You know that as well as I do, Celeste.”
Her gaze roams over my face, and she studies me carefully for a moment. “You’re right,” she says, surprising me. She buries a hand in her hair and draws a shaky breath, her eyes falling closed for a moment. When she opens them again, she has the same blank and professional look on her face that she gives everyone else. It instantly makes my heart ache, and it hits me then — is this what it feels like for her when I act the same way?
