Page 7 of The Wrong Husband

He arched an eyebrow. "And how would you know that, Emilia?"

The way he said my name was sexy. I wasn't even wearing panties, but they were melting wherever they were.

"I just…I mean…you were with Bianca and…," I sighed, "Look, you and Bianca break up and make up all the time. Let's just fix this so no one has to know about it. Or…maybe it's not even legal. Is it?"

"It's legal."

He got out of bed. His black boxers cupped his very fine and tight ass. It was like a dream to have him like this with me. Like a fantasy come true.

"Okay."

"We need to obviously fix this," he remarked.

"Yes."

"I'm assuming you don't want to stay married to me?" He sounded unsure and I was certain I was in a scene in a movie, and I didn't know my lines.

Any minute now the director was going jump into the scene and scream, "Cut."

"Do you want to stay married to me?" This was the strangest question I'd ever thought I'd ask anyone…and I was asking it of Damian.

"We're married," he said matter-of-factly. "You don't want to miss your flight, Emilia. I'll see you in San Francisco. Let's say tomorrow at ten in my office and figure this out."

I climbed out of bed myself, suddenly feeling tired, exhausted, emotionally drained. What was going on?

"We'll discuss logistics. Do you need the bathroom?"

I nodded.

"Go ahead. What's your room number? I'll get someone to pack up your things and bring them here."

I was too tired to argue about a stranger going through my things, so I just gave him the number and told him the key was in my purse.

As he walked out of the bedroom, I called out to him, "Damian. Are we really married?" I asked inanely.

He didn't smile. He looked serious and irritated. "Yes, Emilia, we're really married. Now, get ready."

Chapter 2

Damian

Ihad trouble looking at myself in the mirror. As soon as Emilia stepped out of the bathroom, I went in so I could avoid her while she finished getting ready.

I felt guilty as fuck. Which made sense because I fucking was.

I'd come to Vegas because I knew Emilia would be here. I came here to seduce her. I did exactly what I'd planned to do high on anger.

How the fuck would I have known that she was a twenty-three year old virgin? I mean, in this day and age you have to have something wrong with you for that to happen.

I took her virginity. The sex should've been mediocre at best. But it wasn't. It was the very best sex of my life and it had been with an inexperienced woman, with Emilia Fucking Winters.

I had come harder than I ever had. It had taken everything out of me to not fuck her again and again and again. Two things stopped me effectively. The first, she'd bled, and she was probably sore as fuck. The other…I was in love with her sister. Right?

I suddenly resented that Bianca wasn't the last woman I fucked. But then again, I wasn't the last man Bianca fucked either, I thought bitterly.

It had been so damned good with Emilia. So unexpectedly amazing. She'd been responsive and exciting. I thought about all the ways in which I could teach her…and that's when I looked at her, right after I came. It was there in her eyes. Love, affection, devotion…all things I didn't deserve. I pulled out of her and got the hell out of there.

Fuck!

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