Page 43 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

I could have happily strangled both of them, and I glared at Grayson.

It infuriated me that he was here, and looking like that. Sitting politely, big man in a tiny chair, sipping his latte, his face polite, open, expressionless.

Suddenly, even though it was the middle of Liam’s song, “More Than Just a Handsome Face,” I elbowed Grayson sharply in the side.

“Stop pretending like you’re enjoying yourself,” I hissed.

“Of course I’m enjoying myself. I’m with you,” he countered. There was a spark of humor in his eyes that I rarely ever saw when he had been pretending to be my husband, and my pulse started to pound.

“This song is ridiculous and you know it,” I whispered angrily.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your boyfriend’s singing,” Grayson said mock-chidingly. His harsh mouth twisted up a little bit.

“You can’t sit there are tell me you are artistically appreciating the line

Everyone always thinks I’m just a handsome guy

Sexy

Raw

Built

Your dream man

But really I’m so much more”

“Why wouldn’t I like those lines?” Grayson countered. “Something wrong with them? Seems like a very relatable problem.”

I had a ridiculous urge to laugh, but I only huffed at him. “Bullshit, Grayson. Like everything else that comes out of your mouth.”

Shifting in my seat, I tried to edge away from him as inconspicuously as I could. I didn’t want him to see how he affected me.

I had always been weak for Grayson. No persuasion needed, even the barest of glances from his ice-cold blue eyes and my core would heat. When we were fake-married, I would have followed him anywhere.

He turned in his seat and I felt it all along my body as he leaned closer, his breath heated on my skin.

“What’s bullshit is you and him. You don’t give a shit about him.”

“Yes, I do,” I countered.

“He won’t give you a baby. I can.”

My breath hitched in my chest.

It wasn’t fair.

Five years ago I had asked Grayson Bentley about starting a family and he had brushed me off.

“Why should I believe you now?” I hissed.

Liam finished his song to tepid but polite applause. He had been playing the same songs at the coffee shop for some time and most of the patrons had heard them many times.

My boyfriend grabbed his beer and chugged it thirstily before moving into his next song.

Oh great. These lyrics weren’t going to improve if he was belting them out drunk.

“Because I don’t need to be persuaded to put a baby in you,” Grayson whispered to me.

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