Page 169 of Penalty to the Heart

“You have no idea how happy you make me, Roxie. No fucking idea.”

“I think I do. If it’s half as much as you make me, then I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“Not even possible,” he whispers before pressing a tender kiss on my lips. Every bone in my body melts into this one kiss. “Best get you fixed up, love. You look properly fucked.” He laughs when he pulls away from our kiss and begins to fix my wrinkled skirt and disheveled hair.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Mine. Forever mine,” he boasts, kissing the tip of my nose.

He then picks up my panties off the floor and shoves them into his pocket as his own little keepsake. Before I have time to tell him that he doesn’t need such trophies, he rushes over to the ensuite, returning with a wet washcloth in his hands.

“As much as I would love nothing more than you walking around with my cum sliding down your thighs, there are kids at this party, so we have to set a good example.” He winks before running the warm cloth up my legs and over my pussy. I lean back against the door and just let him take care of me, sighing in pure contentment.

“Fuck. Now I’m hard again,” he grumbles, throwing the washcloth into a waste basket.

“You are incorrigible, you know that?” I giggle.

“What I am is yours, Roxie. Just yours.” My gaze hoods at the sincerity in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, love. There’s still a party we have to attend, remember?”

“Right. The party,” I murmur discontentedly, upset for having to come out of our little love bubble and finally face the music with Trent.

But I waited long enough.

It’s now or never.

Caleb laces his fingers with mine as if knowing I need his reassurance for what I’m about to do.

As he opens the door and leads me out of his bedroom, we come face to face with the one person I have been avoiding like the plague—Lawrence Preston, who, along with his wife Becca, look just as stunned to see us, too.

“You guys lost? The party is that way.” Caleb points behind the newlyweds, his voice unable to hide his lingering animosity for the club’s new owner.

It’s no secret that Lawrence has been on Caleb’s shitlist ever since he suspended him from the team. Though I really wish he didn’t poke the bear while still holding my hand, which is something that doesn’t escape Lawrence’s perceptive attention, considering how his gaze is fixed on our locked hands.

Damn it.

This is it.

This is how the truth gets out—with me getting fired on the happiest day of Caleb’s life.

Damn it all to hell.

“I… um… was just looking for a bathroom,” Becca says, her face looking just as flushed as mine must be.

“It’s right here,” I explain amicably, pushing the bathroom door beside her further ajar.

“Thanks, Roxanne. Lovely to see you again.”

“You too, Becca.” I smile at her.

I may have only spoken a handful of words to her husband since he took over the Guardians, but Becca and I have actually become quite friendly with one another since she also attended every Stanley Cup playoff game with me.

Becca quickly locks herself in the bathroom, and I don’t miss how her husband’s jaw clenches at the sound of the lock.

“We should also head back to the party, don’t you think?” I squeeze Caleb’s hand so he can get my drift.

“Actually, I have a few things I’d like to tell Preston here,” Caleb smirks.

“Caleb. Now is not the time,” I say through a fake smile.

---