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Nope.

I pressed my ear to the door and listened.

After a few seconds, I could distinctly hear Delilah’s funny little tiny cute snores. She’d make a little half-snort, then a little snore, then resume her usual deep breathing.

I was out here unable to sleep and she was in there snoring!

For a moment I contemplated pounding on her door and demanding she open it, but Delilah was a sound sleeper and she would inevitably wake up only after half the staff had. The humiliation of being locked out of my own wife’s room burned at me, and I turned tail and walked back to my own room.

Once inside, I vented my feelings by kicking the door solidly shut behind me. I slumped back in the chair, my eyes focusing on a framed picture of us out fishing. It was a selfie she had wanted to take the first time she had caught a fish on her own. Her eyes were squinting against the sun and her nose was bright pink with sunburn, but she was laughing with glee. She had been so proud of catching that fish, and so amused when I insisted on roasting it over the fire anyway, even though it was only two tiny bites worth.

My heart constricted with a stab of pain.

Shit.

I began to get the first horrific inkling that maybe I had seriously fucked up.

I didn’t want to mess anything with my wife up! We had fishing trips planned, we wanted to try a new climbing route once the trails dried out enough, and I didn’t want to spend another night away from her.

Because it fucking sucked being away from her.

I just needed to properly explain things to my wife.

These were just random meaningless fucks!

She was the only one I cared about.

Hell, I didn’t even talk to the other women. It meant equally as much to me as jerking off in the shower.

In Norjava, most of the court members did this. Hell, both my parents had done the same thing. Dad had never been faithful to Mom. And Mom herself had had an ongoing affair with her tennis instructor ever since I was a kid.

But.

And here my skin began to crawl with an uneasy, prickly fear.

As far as I could tell, Mom and Dad had never loved each other. It had been an arranged marriage with very little affection from the start.

Delilah loved me, though. And hell, I sure as fuck loved her!

Did I want a marriage like my parents’? The very unwelcome thought of Delilah ever having an affair with some tennis instructor sent an angry, flushed rage through me. Even the idea of it was nauseating.

I got up and started pacing my room, in full panic mode now.

Delilah could not leave me!

Shit, I didn’t even need these random blowjobs. If they were going to be the reason my wife was mad at me and we had to spend a night apart, I just wouldn’t do them anymore. No more stepping out. I would rather have my wife happy with me than some crappy blowjob that gave a few minutes of half-ass fun.

My playboy days would be over, and it was long overdue. I would simply tell Delilah that.

I reached for my laptop to order something to show I was sorry. Since I was the King, I could have it here by morning and then I wouldn’t have to spend another night apart from her.

By tomorrow night, this would all have blown over.

CHAPTER 7

Delilah

Ihummed a little tune to myself as I walked down to the dining room. I had slept like a baby and awoke refreshed and ready to plan my new life. Not as the Queen.

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