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“We can do that.”

I’ve barely taken any days off in years. Nobody will blink an eye at me actually using a few personal days.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, reaching up and kissing the corner of my jaw. “I’ve been feeling so blah this week. I think I just need a weekend away to regroup.”

“Hey,” I say, palming her cheek. “It’s all going to be okay.” I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose, and her lashes flutter shut. “In a few months, nobody is even going to remember what happened.”

“I hope you’re right,” she says with a sigh.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, and I’m about to ask if she wants to order in lunch when I hear a soft snore coming from her. She’s fallen asleep.

Not wanting to wake her up, I pull my phone out and search for resorts in Florida. I find one on the beach with a gorgeous view, a kick-ass pool, and a spa that I know she’ll love.

After getting it booked, I text Samuel to make sure he’s okay if I use the company jet. When he replies, he asks if everything is okay.

Me

People are giving Ana shit about the video. She wants to go away, so I booked us a resort in Fort Lauderdale.

Samuel

She’s not going to quit, is she?

I glance down at my strong, determined wife. She might be down now, but soon, she’ll be back up, giving everyone hell again. A few months ago, I would’ve been hoping for her to quit, but things have changed, and I can’t imagine my life without her.

Me

We won’t let her. When we get back, I need to talk to you.

Samuel

You got it. Take care of my little girl.

Me

Always.

chapter twenty-nine

ANASTASIA

“Jesus, you look like walking sin, dressed like that.”

Julian strolls into our bedroom, dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a crisp white button-down shirt, tie loose and waiting to be tied. His eyes are filled with unadulterated lust as he takes in my little red halter dress that crisscrosses over my breasts, leaving my skin on display. The dress is short and tight, and I feel sexy in it.

“Is it new?” he asks, stepping over to me and running his fingertip along my exposed flesh just below my breast.

“Yep, I went emotional shopping this morning,” I admit.

With the whispers still running rampant, I took personal days yesterday and today. Yesterday, I sulked in bed, crying on and off all day while searching for the video of us and sending each one I found to IT so they could request for them to be taken down.

Julian came home with dinner and pretended like I didn’t look like an emotional train wreck while we ate and then spent the rest of the evening watching a movie I don’t even remember.

This morning, when I woke up, I remembered we had the double date tonight and then we’d be leaving for Fort Lauderdale in the morning, so I decided some shopping was in order.

“I don’t like that you’ve been hiding out,” he says, sliding his hand around to my backside and squeezing. “But I’m completely on board with this dress.”

“If you like this dress, you should see the outfits and lingerie I bought for this weekend.”

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