Page 87 of By His Rule

My nose wrinkles as I study her. She’s wearing a red bikini that makes her pregnant body look incredible. It’s really no wonder her husband is clearly whispering all kinds of freaky things in her ear right now.

“Is that a promise?” she purrs back.

The jealousy rushing around my veins only increases.

After giggling like a schoolgirl, she finally hangs up.

“What?” she asks when I groan loudly.

“I need to get laid,” I complain, making her laugh.I might have meant what I said the other night about not wanting a hook-up but I still have needs.

“It hasn’t been that long. I’m sure you’ve had longer dry spells,” she points out, quirking a brow.

“Oh, that’s rich, T. I remember all too well you complaining if more than a week had passed since you saw some action.”

Her smile turns wicked. “Don’t have that problem anymore.’

“So I just heard.”

Her eyes widen. “You heard that?”

“Well, no. But I got the gist. And I already know your husband is as freaky as you are. Oh, wipe that satisfied smile from your face, Tatum Callahan,” I tease.

“So, go and get laid. It’s not like you don’t have options,” she says, taking me right back to our conversation Thursday night.

“I know, I just…”

“Do not tell me that you’re still yearning for Matt.”

“Oh hell no. I am not going there again. We’re done. Over. Finished.”

Sensing that I’ve got more to say on the subject, Tatum turns in my direction and studies me closely.

“What happened?” she asks, a deep frown appearing, twisting up her beautiful face.

“What? How…How do you know something happened?”

“I can read you, Lor. I noticed something was off with you from the second you climbed into the car earlier. I was just hoping that you’d spit it out before I had to drag it out of you.”

I blow out a long breath.

“He turned up at the apartment last night.”

“What?” Tate gasps. “What did he say?”

“Tried apologizing again. Told me that he missed me.”

“Ugh, what a fucking asshole. I hope you slammed the door in his assholey face.”

I bite down on my tongue to stop any more of last night’s events from erupting.

Once I’m confident I’m not going to say more than I’d like, I force out a simple, “Yep. Deadlocked it too. Hopefully, that’ll be the end of it.”

“You really believe that?” Tate asks with a raised brow.

“No, not really,” I mutter under my breath.

“Stick to your guns, Lor. Do not let that lying prick back into your life. You are worth so much more than him.”

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