Page 50 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

I am in love with Clementine Adler

But I wouldn’t do it again.

I would not fall for Grayson Bentley again.

“What a waste,” Dad complained. “I am in the market for a new stepmother for Clementine. That’s the reason I was corresponding with so many women. She needs a lot of parenting still if she’s letting you hang around.”

“I think you just wanted them to send you money for the canteen,” I laughed.

“I’ll take care of Clementine,” Grayson said firmly.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” Dad asked, dragging his eyes reluctantly away from yet another “u want a blowjob?” text that Grayson blocked with a grim look on his face.

“I want to marry her,” Grayson said. “I want to have a family with her.”

My throat scraped with raw emotion.

That had been my dream for so long. Ever since I had met him, really.

I had known, just known with crystal-clear certainty, that he would make an amazing father.

And then of course, after his betrayal, I hadn’t trusted my own instincts at all. If I had been fooled by Grayson, I could be fooled by anybody. In that way, Liam had been safe. He hadn’t been what I really wanted, but he had been a pleasant distraction from the fact that I wanted more than anything else to have a family.

“There’s a few alterations we need to finish on the costume,” I said, avoiding the silent plea in his eyes and the constant thrum of his hope as I got up and moved to my sewing machine.

I bent down in front of Grayson Bentley. . . working on his Fairy Frogmother costume.

This position brought back a lot of unpleasantly arousing memories, me between his legs, looking up adoringly at him, his cock deep in my mouth, his big fingers gently stroking my cheek as the drool ran down my chin.

So instead I focused on my father and what in the world I was going to do with him. I had already had to turn away one of his romantic entanglements, a bleach-blonde woman in her 40s dressed in a sundress and cradling a teacup poodle. And who knew how many more women were out there? That was not to mention the $50 million dollars, and I knew he would not rest until he had embarked on some crazy scheme to get the money.

“You have the cutest little frown line between your eyes,” Grayson said, as I tried very hard not to touch his big, tree trunk like thighs. “But if you ever need anything, Clementine,” he said. “You only have to ask.”

“What happened the last time I did that?” I snapped, the mix of desire and anger twisting in my gut. “You were out there fucking Vivi on the day my father got arrested and you didn’t do shit to help me.”

Grayson’s eyes darkened, but he held my gaze.

“That was the worst mistake of my life. I see that now.”

“Fuck you, Grayson!” I said heatedly, falling back on my heels. “You don’t get to come back in my life five years later and think it’s all better again.”

“I don’t think that,” he said, his voice low with suppressed emotion. “I know I’ve got a long fucking road ahead of me to make you trust me again. But I’m going to do it.”

“Why Vivi?” I said angrily, holding the needle tightly in my hand as the bitterness seeped into my voice. “I know you were assigned to pretend to marry me. But why did you have to humiliate me like that? You didn’t have to do that, Grayson.”

The tears suddenly blurred in my eyes and I stared as hard as I could at his asshole shoes so the tears wouldn’t fall down my cheeks.

“It was never about her,” Grayson said, and his voice sounded scraped and raw. “It was just about denying to myself that I had fallen in love with you. I wanted to keep reminding myself that who I was undercover wasn’t real. When my feelings for you were more real than anything I’d ever felt or will ever feel again. That’s why I fucked her. It was a dumbass way to pretend like this was just a job to me. And she was just the closest and most available way to distract myself. I am so sorry.”

He sunk to his knees in front of me, his fingers gentle on my chin.

“She meant nothing to me. I am so fucking sorry.”

A hot retort sprung to my lips but I bit it back, stumbling away so I wouldn’t be tempted by the fire in his blue eyes, the heat of his proximity.

“Back into position,” I said severely. “This costume is never going to get done if you don’t stay perfectly still.”

“Of course,” Grayson said, stretching back to his full height.

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