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With a pained look on her face that makes me want to blow something up, she whimpers out, “I… I slept with someone else.”
Every muscle unclenches because she’s talking about me.
Or is she?
I have to feign surprise and a little emotion. It would hurt her if I made it seem like her sleeping with someone else was no big deal. Sharing isn’t my brand.
“When?” I ask sharply.
“That’s it?” Her legs snap down as she glares at me. “You’re not furious with me?”
For a second, I consider coming clean. It will level the playing field. She thinks she’s betrayed me, and the guilt rakes the beauty from her face. So much that she’s expecting fury. A verbal lashing. Throwing things around, maybe.
If I counter that with my deception, she’ll feel better.
I just don’t know if I’ll need Johnny again.
So, I stay silent.
“I didn’t say I’m not furious.” Would I be furious if she really did sleep with someone else?
I’d set the guy’s house on fire after tearing off all his limbs. But I’d never hurt her.
“It takes a lot to make me furious, sparkles.” I grip the sides of the chair. “I’m a dangerous man. I’ve killed people, like I told you. But not from being furious. Uncontrolled anger is a dangerous emotion and something I can’t afford.”
That actually sounds pretty good…
“That’s a no? You’re not furious with me?” She’s astonished.
So long as I keep still, like I’m controlling a nuclear bomb, I can pull this off.
“Furious about what you did?” My voice gets low. “Yes. With you? No.”
“Do you care?”
Her question riles me because as much as I tell her I’m invested and she’s not a fling, she still hesitates to believe me.
“I asked when? I also want to know with who.” Despite my annoyance, I’m more focused on giving her the reaction she needs to feel better. “Answer me damn it!” I shout.
She pulls a pillow in front of her like a protective barrier.
“After you and I slept together, I couldn’t stop thinking about sex and how you made me feel,” she softly begins, pinching the pillow. “But I believed it was a one-time thing, that there was no way we could be together again. There’s your…background. Your, um, family business. Plus, you live in New York. I thought you’d be gone any day.” The catch in her throat guts me.
“There’s a lot in there for me to unpack and argue, but I accept what you’re saying.”
“I don’t want to throw my friend Trista under the bus, but she signed me up for a hook-up app.”
My grip on the chair loosens and my eyes flutter in relief. She is talking about me.
“What?” she asks, noticing.
Fuck, of course she would notice it. She’s trained to interrogate criminals.
“I thought maybe some man better looking than me charmed you into his bed.”
“Better looking than you?” she cackles. “That’s a good one. Truthfully, I don’t know what he looks like. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to get off. And you stole my vibrator batteries.” She whacks me with the pillow. “This is your fault!”
“My fault?” I wasn’t expecting that.
