Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
She stares at me, quiet, but I can see her mind spinning, running over all the things I could throw at her. I bet she doesn’t for a moment consider what I actually have to confess.
“Talk, Danny,” she says, as she rests back in her chair, setting her menu back down.
“Remember I love you.”
Her head tilts, her lips straight. “I said, talk.”
“And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.” Like find the fucker and really kill him this time.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, taking her wine and throwing it back. “You fucking bastard.” She slams her empty down, raging. “How could you?”
I recoil, completely confused, running back over my words. Did I tell her and miss it?
She shoots up from her chair and slams her hands down on the table, making the silverware jump and clang. I feel all eyes on us. “I fucking hate you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I murmur, frowning at her fuming form.
“My body has been ravaged from carrying your daughter, I’m in fucking agony most the time, I have stretchmarks and a battered fucking pussy, and you thank me by sticking your cock in another woman?”
What the fuck?
“Who was it?” she yells. “What dirty little whore did you fuck, you betraying, selfish fuck head? One of the girls from the club?” She pours herself more wine, but she doesn’t drink it. Oh no. She throws it in my face. I still, closing my eyes. My fucking God. Where the fuck has she got that from?
I reach for the napkin and slowly wipe it down my face, my blood simmering. She actually thinks I’d do that? I look up at her, my jaw about to snap, and she withdraws at the sight of the beast rising.
“Sit the fuck down,” I order, my voice brittle.
Her mouth drops open. She’s shocked? Join the fucking club, baby. “Fuck you, Black.” She swipes up her clutch bag and marches to the door, and I’m up fast going after her, slamming a palm into the wood over her shoulder, forcing the door shut again. “This is weirdly reminiscent,” I whisper in her ear, seeing her shoulders rise, fighting off the tingles.
“Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I roll my hips into her arse. I’m turned on. That’s what weeks without release will do to a man.
“Fuck off.”
“Oh, baby, there will be no fucking off.” I reach around the front of her and clench her cheeks, directing her face to mine. Her eyes fall to my scar. I can feel it pulsing. “I suggest you get your arse back to the table.”
“Else what?”
“I’m already close to a killing spree, baby. Don’t make that happen in this lovely restaurant in front of these lovely people.”
Eyes wide, Rose glances around the silent room. All attention’s on us.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” a man asks over the sound of his seat being pushed out. I keep my eyes on my wife. The alternative won’t work out well for the man.
“I’m fine,” Rose says, smiling, before returning her blue gaze to mine. I back up, releasing her from the door. I don’t need to tell her again. Whether that be to save the bystander or herself, I couldn’t give a fuck. She walks back through the silent restaurant and calmly lowers to the chair.
I not so calmly dump my arse down on my seat. Not surprisingly, the waiter keeps his distance. “You think I’d put my dick in another woman?”
“You said—”
“That I put my dick in another woman? No, Rose. You told yourself I put my dick in another woman.”
She wilts before my eyes, peeking around the restaurant. It’s still quiet. Could not give a fuck. In fact, I hope Mr. Do-Gooder speaks up again because I’ve got the urge to hit something. I slam my fist on the table. “I would never put my dick in another fucking woman, Rose.” I grab the napkin again and roughly wipe myself down as she shrinks farther and farther into her chair. I slam that onto the table too, my temper showing no signs of cooling. She actually thinks I could do that? I stand, cup myself, and thrust forward. “This cock is yours, Rose. It’ll only ever be in your mouth. Only ever in your cunt.”
She coughs over her surprise, having another look around the restaurant. “Okay,” she says, willing me to sit down.
“Tell me you understand,” I demand, oblivious to our crowd, my hand still holding myself. “Now.”
She looks me directly in the eye. “I understand.”
“Good. Don’t ever question me again.” I sit and neck my wine. Fuck it. It couldn’t get any worse than my wife thinking I could betray her like that. Let’s get this over with. “Sandy’s not dead.” I sneer at her as she balks at me. “I told you I’d killed him because I didn’t want you to worry.”