Page 78 of The Merciless King

Mack snorts quietly across from me.

“No, he did not—”

“Oh, no,” Mia interrupts. “I’m sorry.”

“And just quietly, I am glad he didn’t.” Gianna purrs.

I rub my forehead and hope she doesn’t give us any more details than that. Mia faces me and I can see in her eyes I am about to be disappointed.

“Really?” she prods, and it's clear she wants me to suffer.

I brought this on myself.

I shake my head, but my wife smiles innocently, and I don’t know if I want to throttle her or kiss her.

Both might be fun, later.

“Yes, my god. Mia, who is this man? He is divine. The things he does to me.”

Mack covers his face as Summer chuckles.

“I guess I left at the right time.” Mia giggles. “I’m happy you had a good night.”

“Good? No sweetie, it was out of this world erotic. I know you’re a married woman, but my god, he is like Michelangelo with his tongue.”

Summer and Mia share a look. It’s very different from the one Mack and I share.

Enough.

I lift my hand, then swirl it in the air. All wrap this shit up. But apparently the universe hates me.

“Do tell,” Mia says, looking at me pointedly.

I guess I deserve this.

“You know a girl never kisses and tells.” Gianna giggles.

Except she has.

I want to point it out, but I have to stay quiet.

“Braxton is currently staying with us at the house, and I was thinking we should double date.”

What?

Mia’s face drops, and she looks at me for guidance. I glance at Mack, who is as surprised as I am. I know both our minds are racing, looking for the risk and opportunities in this.

“We can come back into the city. I know how busy your husband is,” Gianna says.

No, she doesn’t.

She has no idea who I really am.

And never will.

“Oh, that would be lovely. I will need to check his calendar. When are you thinking?” Mia asks her, leaving the door open for us to accept or decline.

Good girl.

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