Page 51 of His Wild Seduction

But I was lonely. Even working again, I felt so damn alone.

Mario was always around. Not in the penthouse. But downstairs if I needed something. Today, he escorted me to and from the Manhattan location for St. E’s. Afterwards, he informed me that would be the way of things.

So, I didn’t need any of those bus routes I’d printed.

That was twenty minutes of my life I wasn’t getting back. Oh well.

Chewing my lip, I thought about the glass of white wine I was going to pour when I got home and sighed.

Almost there. Just as soon as traffic clears.

Right now, we were sitting at an intersection, and it would be a few minutes before we could move again. Well, at least it gave me time to think about the real problem. The thing that had me worrying day and night.

I was sleeping alone, and it bothered me.

Also, it bothered me that it bothered me.

I should be relieved. Right? I shouldn’t want that from him.

But now that we’d been intimate again, I was feeling sort of, well, needy.

Goddamnit, why should I feel ashamed about that? I was human, too.

I wasn’t the one who sought Josef out or asked him to marry me. He was the one who said I wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

Putting ideas in my head.

Smelling so damn good.

Dragging me off to Vegas to get married. Fucking me like the god he is until I came screaming his name.

Then we come back, and poof, nothing? Oh, fuck him!

Did I do something wrong? Was I not any good? I had no idea. Because he wasn’t even talking to me. I never even saw him. Like at all.

The only proof I had that he was here were his dirty clothes he left neatly in the hamper inside the guest room.

Douche canoe.

Couldn’t he at least be an inconsiderate prick? If he was rude to the housekeeper, or made a mess, I could maybe hate him a little.

But no. He paid well. He was polite. He worked hard.

He just didn’t like me.

Fucking fantastic.

Nope, I didn’t know why Josef stopped coming to bed after our wedding. And right now, I didn’t care.

If I wasn’t good enough for the experienced Josef Aziz, well then, he could just take a long walk off a very short pier. The jerk!

My cheeks burned as I rode in the back of the SUV. I needed to sort through everything that had happened over the past week. I needed to try to process what I was going through.

This was as good a time as any.

The day after we returned from Vegas, we buried my stepfather.

That was pretty damn traumatic.

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