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“I slept with him,” I blurt out, then slap my hand over my mouth. Andrea cusses behind me. No doubt she thinks it’s the alcohol, but it’s not. I can’t keep a secret like this from this woman. It will eat me alive. I swear I’d never be my mother, and here I am, her twin.

Her smile doesn’t falter, and my hands start to shake. She had to have already known. “He told you.” My voice shakes with anger and embarrassment.

“Something like that,” she says with a nod, and I swallow nervously. Is she in here to kick my ass? I can fight, but I’d deserve it. “He’s had a thing for you ever since you started.”

I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to clear it. This has to be a dream. A very odd dream. A thing for me? I’ve seen him sleep, well, date other women in the three months I’ve worked for him. There’s only one conclusion to that. “You’re swingers?”

She chuckles. “Not quite.”

I frown. “I don’t understand.”

“All I’m going to tell you is that we are in the process of getting a divorce.”

Andrea snorts and crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s what all the cheating men say.”

She looks at her. “True. But I am not the cheating man here in this situation, now am I?”

Neither one of us answer.

Her smile widens. “Have a good time tonight, ladies.” Then she walks out.

I turn to face Andrea. “What in the hell was that?” she asks with wide eyes.

“I don’t know,” I say, running a hand through my perfectly curled hair. “I just want to leave.” My shoulders slump. They have a kid—a daughter—and she just told me that they are getting a divorce. What am I missing here?

AIDEN

“Fuck!” I hiss as I look down at my watch. It reads a quarter till one. I got stuck at this stupid benefit longer than I wanted to be. They should have just let me write my check and call it good.

“Where to, Mr. Kyle?” Louise asks as I get into the back of my limo. “Back to your penthouse?”

I tap my foot as I undo my cufflinks, needing to get out of this monkey suit. “Uh …” That would be the smartest decision to make at the moment. I should go to work tomorrow and expect her not to show up due to quitting. But that’s not me. I need her to understand that I’m not this bad guy she sees me as. “No,” I say removing my tie from around my neck, then give him the address to her apartment.

I bang on the door. One, two, three times. Finally, she answers it, wearing nothing but a large T-shirt. She still wears her makeup from earlier, and her eyes still hold hatred for me. “Please let me explain,” I say, holding up my hands.

“No!” she says before slamming the door shut.

I catch it with my foot and shove it open as she turns away, giving me her back. The force causes it to bang against the interior wall, and she spins around to face me once again. “You have some fucking nerve coming here!” she shouts. “Does your wife know you’re here?” she demands.

“Yes.” She was lucky enough to leave long before I did tonight. And she told me that if I had any chance of making this right with Hadley, it was now. Tomorrow would be too late.

She huffs. “I don’t care what type of marriage you two have, I don’t want any part of it.”

“I don’t love her,” It’s the only thing I can say because I can’t deny the fact that she’s my wife. “Not like you think I do.”

“I don’t think you love her at all!” she snaps. “That part was pretty fucking clear when I realized just how big of a whore you are yet also married.”

“I am.” I clear my throat. “A whore.”

“Damn right, you are!” She crosses her arms over her chest. “And she may be okay with you fucking other women, but I refuse to be one of them.” She continues to shout at the top of her lungs. I can’t hold back the chuckle, and she uncrosses her arms. Her eyes narrowed, and her arms frantic, and I find her to be the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s a match that I just seem to continue to throw gasoline on, and she lights up the world. I love how she fucking glows when she’s mad. “And you guys have a fucking kid!”

“Shut up,” I say softly.

“And she told me that you were getting a divorce …”

“Shut up,” I say a little louder.

“Like I fucking believe that bullshit!”

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