Page 27 of The Wrong Husband

Duncan nodded. "For now, let's talk to the Winters and get ahead of the media shitstorm. We can figure your wife out after that. But she can't live with you, Damian."

"The media will hound her at her place and if they find out we're not living together, they'll go rabid," I warned Duncan. "At the Four Seasons there is security."

"We'll move her elsewhere then," Duncan suggested. "Let me think about it."

Before I could answer Duncan, Bianca showed up. She was still crying and a part of me hurt for her; but right now, I was also exhausted. It had been a tumultuous few days since I found out from the PI I hired that Bianca had had an affair with Stanton for several months and not just the one time I'd seen them together.

I had had a meeting at the Ritz Carlton when I saw them by accident. I had been about to call out to Bianca when Stanton kissed her. It was a brief kiss. Bianca was smiling widely. She pushed Stanton away and I could read her lips. She said, "Stop. Someone will see."

We'd just broken up so if she was sleeping with Stanton, technically, she wasn't cheating on me. But we broke up all the time and made up right after. I didn't use that time to fuck other women. That's when I began to wonder.

It took the PI a couple of weeks to collect surveillance video and credit card records that told me that my Bianca and Matt Stanton had been fucking long before we broke up.

Matt Stanton was the son of a Silicon Valley honcho and dabbled as a venture capitalist. He was a useless turd who lived off his Daddy's money and influence. What Bianca found interesting about him, I couldn't understand. She liked men who were strong and commanding. Stanton was none of those things. He would not dominate Bianca—he would let her dominate him. Is that what she wanted? Was playing the Dom her kink?

"Damian." She put her hands on my chest and Duncan kissed the side of her head before walking away.

My family adored Bianca.

But they hadn't seen Bianca just a few hours ago with Emilia. Hell, I'd never that version of Bianca before. It was obvious how little Emilia meant to both Bianca and Maeve.

"Bianca." I stepped away from her.

I was married. I didn't want to touch another woman. Even though my marriage was a sham, the last woman I had sex with was my wife after she became my wife.

Even though Elvis married us at that shitty chapel, marriage was…hell…I couldn't believe I was going to use the word…but it was sacred.

Damn! I'd have to be celibate for at least six months now.

Or maybe I could sleep with Emilia? Convince her to keep her emotions out of it. I knew she was sensuous and sexy. We could have some fun together.

I cleared my throat because memories of our first time instantly made me hard, and I really didn’t need an erection while I talked to my ex.

"Annul the marriage," Bianca demanded.

"You're way out of line, babe."

"We're meant to be together." Tears poured down her cheeks.

I wiped them. We had been friends before we dated. We had history. So much of it.

"I'm afraid not. I'm married."

"If you're married, what are you doing here without your wife?" she demanded, her eyes going from sad to fiery faster than a Porsche went from zero to sixty.

"I'm making peace with my parents," I replied honestly, "And with your family as well."

"She'll never make you happy."

Neither could you, babe.

"That's between my wife and me."

"Don't call her that," Bianca screeched.

I sighed. "Come on, Bianca, let’s—"

She hugged me then, tightly, rubbed her body against mine, always a surefire way to get me in the mood. We ran so hot together that it took just that for my dick to wake up and say hello.

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