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“That’s modern society for you,” Magnus said, holding up the sweater against Roger’s beard. “Good wholesome punishments like throwing rotten vegetables at adulterers has gone out of fashion.”

Delilah laughed, but she tapped firmly on my shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do,” she said.

I let her go, reluctantly, my arms almost immediately feeling empty without her in them.

This marriage counseling had been a total disaster, but I had still gotten to see my wife for half an hour. Even if she was mad at me, it was still heaven to see her. She could have run away; she could have refused to do it.

But I had seen her eyes sparkle when the others mentioned the traditional punishments for a cheater.

At this point I didn’t have any dignity left. I was desperate enough to try anything.

And if getting rotten cabbages thrown at my head made my wife realize that I was serious about loving her and cherishing her, that I’d never make that mistake again?

I’d do it.

CHAPTER 16

Delilah

Iwas packing up more things in my room, regretfully taking my books down from the shelves. Alexander had had them specially built when we first got married, because he said what was the point of being rich if he couldn’t make me a Beauty and the Beast style library, complete with a rolling ladder.

It had been so much fun riding it all around the room. And Alexander had fucked me up against it, too, many times, his strong hands lifting my ass up so he could thrust deeply inside me, his mouth on mine, making me feel dizzy with love and lust and need.

But he never made you come, did he? I reminded myself savagely. Because he’s a selfish bastard. I yanked angrily at the packing tape, feeling furious when there were only two inches left.

Fuck! Why was everything so hard right now?

There was a knock on the door, and Libby entered. There was a strange expression in her green eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Have you looked outside recently?” she said.

Oh god, what now?

Without another word, I rushed to the windows and threw them open.

And there was my stupid husband in front of the palace, in an extremely old-fashioned looking colonial-style wooden stock, his head and hands stuck there.

“What the fuck has gotten into him?” I yelped.

Libby cleared her throat. “I believe,” she said, “that he took what we said about punishments yesterday very literally.”

“Why isn’t he letting this go?” I cried. “I never thought he’d hang on this tightly. What we had wasn’t even real! It was just a silly, foolish crush on my part.”

Libby didn’t say anything, and I glanced over at her. She was worrying her lip with her teeth.

She never had anything good to say about Alexander, and the fact that she wasn’t even making fun of him made me nervous.

“It doesn’t mean anything!” I cried. “Just that he’s a melodramatic jackass!”

I turned and headed downstairs.

“I never said it meant anything,” Libby protested.

“You better not be softening,” I warned her.

“I’m not,” she replied. “It’s just not every King who orders his subjects to throw rotten potatoes and cabbages at him in the middle of the day.”

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