Page 148 of Bona Fide

"Like I do now with you?" My heart is slamming in my chest, thinking about what happened that night has the adrenaline coursing through my body again.

I try not to think about it—to go back there.

I barely recognized myself. My love for the woman in front of me used to be more powerful than anything I could contain. The toxicity of how I would do anything to make sure she was protected and happy.

“Go fuck yourself. You’re not going to kill me, Wade. You don’t have the backbone.”

“I don’t need to kill you. You shouting in the hallways full of employees is probably being tweeted about and texted around amongst themselves right now. Then it’ll just spread from there.”

“If you have a mistress, Wade, I—”

“That’s enough,” Em rebukes, unfolding her legs from underneath her. “There is a level of respect that—”

“Shut up,” Demi rants, snapping her neck to her. “He’s probably fucked you too.”

“Wouldn’t you know?” I challenge, regaining her focus. “You have your own little spies in on my shit.”

About that...they fucking blow balls. I threatened them with jail time, and they report back to her with what I want her to know.

“People could be wrong.”

"Then, you need to hire new ones." Glancing down at my watch, I rise from my chair. "You have to go."

“Wade.” My name is a calm, soothing rhythm off her lips. “Can’t we be civil? I thought we were thinking about having a baby. And—”

"How can I take you seriously if you're yelling at my men, who are doing their job, and now my assistant? You're not changing, Dem. You have people spying on me like I'm your sideshow. You're screaming in the halls when it's not just us anymore. And, on top of that, there's—" She extends her hands in front of her.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Now get the fuck out of my way, I’m in the middle of eating and watching this show. If I find out tomorrow that you’re bitching at the staff, I’m going to have your ass.”

Her jaw tightens. “Where are you going?”

“New York.”

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