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I turn back to Lennox, who is still leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.
I raise my eyebrow at him. “Did you figure out who I love, or do I need to fuck Hayes again?”
He smirks and walks toward me. He brushes his hand through my hair, and I stop. I can barely breathe. He won—whatever game we were playing, he thinks he won.
Fuck.
His grin grows larger. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, my wife? I know you. I’ve read your darkest fantasies. I know how much you wanted to be fucked by a friend while your husband watched.”
My eyes widen. I had forgotten that I had written that fantasy down. Forgotten that Lennox has my journal.
“You don’t love Andrea. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to fuck Hayes so easily.”
“I don’t love you.”
Lennox shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. But I can make you fall back in love with me as long as you don’t love another man. You just proved that by how much you enjoyed fucking Hayes. You spread your legs wide and basically begged me to watch. You’re mine.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. Now take me back to Andrea and trade me for River.”
Lennox’s face falls as he realizes he lost after all. Even if I like him more than Andrea—I’m still choosing Andrea, not him.
Chapter 11
Lennox
There’s a knock at the door. I open it to find Hayes with a pile of clothes. He hands me the clothes before shutting the door again.
I hand Rialta the pile after taking one of the T-shirts for myself. Rialta silently heads to the bathroom, leaving me to question everything I’ve witnessed.
She may still want to go back to Andrea, but I’m not sorry for the deal I made with her. I know the truth: she doesn’t love him.
But she still hates me. She hates me for killing Kit. That’s something I’m not sure I’ll ever make up to her, but I’ll spend my entire life trying.
I’m a man of my word, but I won’t send her back to Andrea. She is right that the best way to get Ri back is to trade. Rialta is who Andrea really wants. We just need to find a way to use her as bait to get Ri back, while not actually turning Rialta over to Andrea.
Watching her with Hayes should have been torture—but watching her get such pleasure was fucking hot. I’m hard as a rock now, and I’ll never forget the sounds she made as Hayes was fucking her.
He and I have shared plenty of women before. I trust him with my life and hers. I had forgotten that. Watching them together restored my faith in him. He always knows how to give a woman good, selfless pleasure. He always puts their needs above his own. Every woman that’s ever fucked him wants to marry him, but all of them know he can’t be tamed. He likes fun—not a lasting relationship.
I knew she wouldn’t sleep with me no matter what she feels for me. She wouldn’t touch Hayes if she loved Andrea. And if she didn’t love Andrea, then she needed something to help her forget being violated by Andrea.
Hayes helped her heal from that trauma.
I got to watch my wife being pleasured.
Hayes and I healed our relationship.
And I got my answers.
But now what?
Rialta opens the bathroom door. Gone is the lingerie, and here are leggings and an oversized blue sweatshirt.
“I’m ready. Take me to Andrea,” she says.
