Page 21 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

Perfectly at peace

GODDAMNIT.

It didn’t matter what mantra I chanted. The man who had humiliated me and almost ruined my life was still here.

I did not need this shit.

I was a successful costume designer, designing and sewing costumes for big theaters like the Bellevue, and the small theater in town.

I even sometimes work as the assistant director, something I was doing now for the local theater since the head director had just broken her ankle on a skiing trip.

There was a lot going on and the last thing I needed was Grayson Bentley showing up trying to make amends.

My body is at perfect peace

Aw, shit.

I wasn’t getting anything out of this yoga session except a lingering desire to kick him in the balls.

As I rolled up my mat to go inside, I saw Grayson out of the corner of my eye through the big French windows, his head quickly ducking back down to where he was doing the dishes.

Oh lovely.

Did my ex think there was even the slightest sliver of a chance he was going to get laid here?

If so, he was beyond delusional.

I stomped inside.

“Just leave, Grayson,” I said without preamble. “I don’t want you here.”

There was a muscle throbbing in his jaw as he looked at me.

“You have been assigned protection,” he ground out. “For the first few weeks after your father gets released from prison. I am here to keep you safe.”

“Send your girlfriend instead,” I shot at him. “I’d much rather see her than you.”

He flushed, even his neck turning a mottled red. “Vivi was never my girlfriend and is not my girlfriend.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “I would rather see anybody than you.”

His big chest was moving, almost like he was holding something in, and I was fucking furious at him.

“You have to submit to this,” he said stolidly. “It’s department orders that you get protection.”

I felt hot spitting fury and I wished once again I could easily throttle Grayson.

“If you stay I am not going to make it easy for you,” I warned him through clenched teeth. “I am going to do everything I can to break you.”

He said nothing, but I saw another muscle throb in his jaw, the almost convulsive movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

“I am not going to leave, Clementine,” he growled.

I reached behind my back and unsnapped my sports bra, letting my breasts fall out.

They were slick with glistening sweat after my session doing yoga in the garden and I felt a little out of breath as they rose and fell.

Grayson had never been very expressive (because he was a fucking undercover agent pretending to be my husband!), but I saw his blue eyes widen as I stood in front of him.

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