Page 66 of Capuleto

"No, she did it because she had just finished her shift and saw my bike parked outside. She wanted us to talk and clear things up."

"Of course. Such a deep conversation that you ended up burying your dick in her mouth. I know those kinds of talks." I wanted to have one of those talks with her right now. Jealous and angry, she was beautiful.

"You're wrong, all we shared was a hug of reconciliation. I've known Irene for many years. We've always had a friendship with benefits and established certain boundaries. We both knew it would never go beyond that. She helped me a lot when Adri came through the door, and I didn't handle your entry into my life well. If I didn't end the arrangement with Irene, it was because we agreed that each of us would move on. I hadn't considered that things between us might flourish."

"But they did, and I'll remind you that we changed the agreement," she retorted.

"That's true, but I never communicated that to her."

"You could have sent her a legal notice. What next, are you supposed to pay her alimony for your unconceived children who died at the bottom of a condom?" I swallowed the smile threatening my lips.

"Do you know that these kinds of things you come up with kill me?"

"The one who's going to kill you is me if you don't continue."

"Then let me focus, because all I want to do is prove to you that the only belly I intend to swell is yours."

I saw horror cross her face at the prospect of a potential pregnancy, which gave me a momentary respite to continue.

"I didn't call her or respond to her messages since the 'non-wedding night,' and I should have. As soon as she had the chance to take the bull by the horns, she did. She came in to clear things up and for us to define our new status. It actually went much better than I expected. She understood everything perfectly and supported us." Nikita let out a dry laugh.

"And you believed her? That redhead is a wolf in sheep's clothing; she would never settle for being off the menu."

Her assertion wounded me. I did believe in Irene, just as I believed in the rest of my friends who had shown their loyalty. It was Nikita who distrusted even her own shadow.

"Why do you have to doubt everyone?"

"And why do you have to be so gullible? Maybe I have reasons to suspect everyone who approaches me, have you ever considered that?"

"Everyone acts based on their experiences, maybe you just surround yourself with people who are all an act."

"God, Romeo, don't mess with me, because when you realize what you're saying, the curtain will fall from your eyes and you’ll see that you're the main actor in this play." I ignored her words.

"Irene encouraged me to woo you," I continued. "She even suggested destinations..." My wife snorted.

"Well, you could have told her to fuck off a bit, did she also tell you how to eat me out? Because that's all I need to hear."

I closed the distance between us and went straight for her tempting body.

"I don't need instructions for that, if you want, I can show you," I murmured near her mouth.

I slipped my hand between our bodies to slide it inside her pants' waistband, offering her a live demonstration. I stopped when I heard the click of the hammer.

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on me."

My wife was pointing her gun at me, her gun!

"Damn it! Nikita, put that down."

"Clearly, you think I'm an idiot. I'm not that simple, I might love how you fuck me, but not how you lie to me, Capuletto."

"I'm not lying!" I exclaimed.

"Of course, you are! All the 'I love yous,' but you didn’t hesitate to kiss her during my kidnapping."

"I didn't" I stopped. Because the image hit me with the force of a whip.

That happened on the day they revealed where my wife was. It was true that Irene kissed me and I did nothing to stop her. But how had she found out about that?

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