Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“This isn’t what it—” I began.
“Really?” she snapped. “This isn’t what it looks like? Rich.”
She rolled her eyes and then narrowed them on Fiona, who had, as of yet, said nothing. She stood there like a deer in headlights. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to see my wife when she asked if she could come over. I hadn’t seen Katherine in weeks. She had been avoiding me at all costs after what went down on that beach on her birthday.
“I can’t even fucking believe this.” Katherine shook her head as she glared at me. “That you would be careless enough to let this happen.” Then to Fiona, she said, “That you would show your fucking face here.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Fiona asked, finding her voice. Which was not a good thing. She should have kept her mouth shut and let me handle this.
“Because the man who knocked you up is married to me.” She seethed, taking a dangerous step forward. “What exactly do you expect to happen? Besides humiliation.”
“Katherine,” I warned.
“Oh no, you can shut the fuck up right now.” She pointed her finger at me. “I will deal with you later.”
“You will deal with me now,” I growled.
“Fine. Fine.” Her eyes narrowed. “You act like I’m not trustworthy, get mad at me in Puerto Rico, say you can almost trust me. Then you do this shit? Camden, you are the epitome of hypocrisy. You act high and mighty when we’re together, but on the side, you’re fucking this half-wit.”
“Hey!” Fiona called.
Katherine waved her away as inconsequential. “And you’re not even smart enough to wrap it up? We’re fucking arranged. So, sure, do whatever you want. But that didn’t include embarrassing your fucking name and everyone associated with it. If you wanted to knock up your slutty side piece, then you shouldn’t have married me.”
“Are you quite through?” I asked in irritation.
“I have every right to scream my head off, Camden Percy. You did over a fucking birthday present, and now, you expect me to just roll over when your mistress shows up pregnant? I don’t think so.”
“God, you’re such an insufferable bitch,” Fiona crowed.
Katherine laughed in her face. “Why? For pointing out the truth? It’s amazing how often women are called bitches to shut them up. Call me a bitch, Fiona. I don’t give a fuck. But I’m not sitting down and shutting up when you show up pregnant.”
“Maybe you should just shut up,” Fiona said. “I don’t need to deal with this.”
Katherine ignored her and looked at me again, putting the full weight of her wrath into the heat in her eyes. “I fucking knew you were together on Halloween. It’s three months later, and look.” She gestured to Fiona’s stomach. “You lied to me.”
“I’m not a liar,” I told her with venom. “Fiona and I were not together on Halloween.”
“Fine. The day before, the day after,” she said. “Semantics. You knocked her up.”
“Why would you even care?” Fiona asked. “You were the one who watched us walk out together and did nothing.”
“I really don’t want to hear anything out of your insipid mouth.”
But that was what had happened. I had told Court that if Katherine cared, she would send Fiona away, out of her Halloween party. Instead, Katherine had done nothing. She’d turned her back on me when I went to see Fiona, and I’d gone to see her just to get a rise out of my wife. But I hadn’t. Apparently, it took Fiona being pregnant to finally get a rise out of Katherine Van Pelt. Who knew?
“Why do you care?” I asked.
“What the fuck does that mean?” she snarled.
“I haven’t seen you in weeks, and before Puerto Rico, we’d only been together for official engagements.”
She ignored Fiona entirely as she took a step toward me. Her gaze was withering. “Imagine for a second, Camden dear, that I showed up at your apartment, pregnant by another man.” She twirled her fingers. “Say Penn, for instance.”
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The thought sent me into a quick death spiral. It made me want to charge out of this room and beat Kensington until his face was a patchwork of blood and bruises. I couldn’t even imagine stopping there. I’d kill him. I’d fucking kill him.
“Precisely,” Katherine said as if she could read the thoughts so evident in my body language. “You’d freak the fuck out. Just like you did on New Year’s! And I have every fucking right to tell you that I want you both dead for this.”
And she meant it.
Her eyes had always been a window to her emotions. She kept them so guarded. Sometimes, I didn’t even think that I could read her. But right now… right now, she meant death. Ruin. Obliteration. She’d leave me over this. Abolish our contract, walk away from me and my money and my obligations, and never, ever look back.