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I said nothing, staring up into his face.

I didn’t know what to believe.

CHAPTER 17

Alexander

Getting half-drowned had absolutely been worth it, even though I’d coughed up pond water all afternoon.

It was all worth it to hear Delilah’s voice when she ordered Roger to stop.

I couldn’t be mistaken about the note of concern in her voice.

Maybe doesn’t want me to drown was a weak basis for hope. But it was all I had so I was going to stick to it.

It was still about 100 fucking degrees at 8 pm, and my shirt stuck to my chest as I walked across the palace lawns to the sparkling royal pool.

Delilah was out there in jeans shorts and a T-shirt, her curly hair tucked up in a messy adorable bun. And I was drawn to her. Like a moth to a flame, because I was going to batter myself over and over against her shining light until she gave me a chance or I was lying beaten on the floor.

My staff were out there too, but at this point were they really my staff?

They were far more loyal to the Queen than they were to me.

And that was as it should be. Because she was loyal and strong and good, not a weak spineless cheater like me.

She was bent over a lawnmower with Davies beside her.

My belly burned with jealousy and rage.

Was this how Delilah had felt anytime she saw me with another woman? Constantly wondering if I loved someone else?

I felt sick with shame and regret.

But even if Delilah hated me, I’d be damned if I’d let some other man try to seduce her away from under my nose.

“Get away from my wife, Davies,” I said quietly.

He jerked his head around, his face flushing.

“I was just showing her—” he began, but I gripped him by the collar, feeling the tension throb under my jaw as I tightened my hold on the other man.

“I know what you were doing. But she’s my wife and you will stay away from her. Do you understand me?”

Gasping for breath, Davies finally nodded, and I loosened my fingers, giving him a shove to make sure he left.

“Did you forget we aren’t together anymore?” Delilah shot angrily at me. “You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot talk to.”

Oh, god, did she ever look adorable angry, her full pink mouth turned down in a frown, her dark eyes with those thick dark lashes snapping at me.

One lock of her curly hair was stuck to her elegant neck with the heat, and I wanted to move it gently with my fingers, run my tongue up and down her throat, inhale her scent, revel in the fucking pleasure of being able to touch her, taste her.

If I got another chance, I wouldn’t ever let a day go by without making sure she was thoroughly pleasured this time.

“I’m not telling you who you can and can’t talk to,” I said. “I’m just telling Davies that I’ll punch him in the fucking nose if I see him talking to you again.”

Delilah huffed angrily, tightening her lips and tapping her toe.

Her hip jutted out, and her little T-shirt rode up, showing me a few inches of her lovely soft belly. I could feel my cock twitching in my pants.

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