Page 120 of Wife Number One

But then so was I.

I yanked on my shirt, pulling it down to cover the skin that still smelled like her.

Now I needed a shower. Right. Fucking. Now.

She reached out and caught my hand.

I wanted to jerk my fingers away.

But I couldn’t.

She stared up at me with those big brown eyes. “I don’t know what I did. Please. Last night you were sweet and kind. And now you’re…”

I leaned down so my face was barely an inch from hers and shook my head bitterly. “No, Little Mouse. This time it’s not me who’s the asshole. You were the one who let me fuck you all night and then slept with your head full of another man.”

She blinked, confusion creasing her brow. “What other man? I didn’t…I don’t remember…” She squinted her eyes. “What did I say?”

“You said his fucking name!” I roared.

“Josiah?”

“Chaos!”

She drew back, shaking her head. “No, I… Chaos is dead. I don’t…”

We both knew she was lying.

She looked up at me sadly, face full of resignation. “I can’t help who I dream about. It doesn’t mean anything.”

I picked up my jacket from the floor. “Just like I don’t.” I scrubbed my hands over my face, hating every word falling from my mouth, and the ridiculous hurt tone that accompanied them. “I’m not your boyfriend. You can dream about whoever you want. I’m out.”

I strode out of the bedroom, picking up my boots from the other side of the bed and continuing without putting them on. I didn’t know where the van keys were, but I wasn’t stopping to find them either. I’d walk back up to the clubhouse barefoot. And then I’d get on my bike and drive as far away as I could, so I didn’t have to think about the jackass I was making of myself right now.

Kara caught me at the door, grabbing my arm, pulling me back with a strength I’d never associated with her. “Wait!”

Her entire robe had come undone. It hung from her shoulders, completely wide open, showing me everything she had beneath, and hardening my dick in an instant because it was a sucker for her body.

She breathed heavily, tits rising and falling, her eyes dark with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Good. ’Cause that’s how I fucking felt too.

At least her anger was distracting her from covering herself up. She hadn’t been self-conscious at all since we’d started arguing.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said eventually, ending the staring contest between us.

“Yeah, well, go tell that to Chaos.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “That’s cruel,” she accused. “He’s dead. He only lives in my memories. I didn’t mean to dream about him. And I didn’t mean to say his name.”

Except he wasn’t dead.

He was alive and living just to ruin my life every chance the asshole got.

“Are you in love with him?” I demanded, hating myself for even saying it. I wasn’t her boyfriend and I sounded like a whiny, pathetic loser.

Except some part of me really needed to know.

Kara paused. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

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