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Chapter Ten

NICO

Ican’t share her. They will want her. They will take her from me. She is so magnetic and sexually divine that they will try and take her. They could come after her. Hurt her. My world is inside her palms. That heart in her chest is what keeps the one in mine pumping. There is no doubt that there would be men who would see what I see and want to claim it and I can’t risk my wife’s safety. I won’t. But this hurt her. Why? What is it that voyeurism gives her that I haven’t? What am I lacking that she still seeks attention from others?

The next few days, she avoids me. At all costs. Ignoring my calls when I check in during the day. Claiming to not be feeling well when dinner time rolls around. She spends time with our children during the day and leaves the moment I get home, only coming to tuck them in. I would dominate the situation, usually. Demand her to talk to me, but I am hurting too. My wife seeks validation for her pleasure, beauty, and whatever else from other men.

If I go to her the way I want to, I will chain her ass to the bed and never let her leave. And I am on the verge of doing it. It isn’t fucking below me. But she’s pregnant. Fuck. My wife ispregnant. Just like we have been wanting and I want to celebrate this with her and kiss her stomach every second I can, but she turns from me in bed and repels my touch. Worst part? Emelia has cried in her sleep the past few nights.

Maybe the hotel wasn’t what I thought. What I felt was a redeclaration of our love and passion, was really just her attempting to find her spark that she lost for us. For me.

I am not a fucking insecure or jealous man, but clearly, God damn it, I am!

I have been at the club all morning and into the evening, working my ass off. Getting lost in the only other thing that I have control over. But it always comes back to her. Emelia. I have to figure this out. Or I might just push her so far away from me.

“Sir. You all right?” Giulio asks, sitting opposite me on the other side of my desk.

“I’m fine. What?” I bark.

“Nothing, you just seem off. Is Emelia all right?”

I breathe deep out of my nose. “No, but it’s not your business. How’s the room? Is it done?” That dreaded fucking room that I want to now take a damn torch to and never speak of again.

“It is. As of this morning. We will open it to the members tomorrow. We have some of the girls who want to try it out before. Some were wondering if they could bring someone in today. Others mentioned if they could have their clients test it out while they used the viewing room. And?—”

“Wait, shut up a minute, Giulio.” A thought sparks then, maybe we could try this?

“How many of the girls want to try the viewing room?”

“About a dozen. They said they want to see it and get the experience on the other side so they can have a better idea going in.” He shrugs.

“Good, bring them in. Have them in the viewing room in one hour.” I grab my phone off my desk and call James.

“Sir,” he answers.

“Yes, James. Bring Mrs. Valiente to the club now.”

“On it. Would you like me to call the nanny?”

“Yes. Thank you. Tell our kids we will be home before dinner.” I look at my watch seeing it’s just before four. That gives me plenty of time to do what I need and get my wife and I home for dinner with our children.

“Will do. ETA forty-five minutes.”

I end the call without a response. That will do. Giulio disappeared to follow orders and suddenly there’s a flicker of hope in me. This will tell me what I need to know. If it is being watched that she wants or if it’s being desired by other men.

I could be shooting myself in the foot or I could be redeeming myself big fucking time. I hope it’s the latter.

“Right this way, Mrs. Valiente.”I hear Giulio outside the door.

“Is this a joke, Giulio? I am not in the mood,” she snaps.

There’s my firecracker.

“No, ma’am, Mr. Valiente is waiting.”

They round the corner of the door I left open and she sees me standing there. Stopping in the doorway, she crosses her arms over her busty chest and shakes her head, gnawing at the inside of her cheek as she holds back the tears.

“What the hell is this, Nico? You wanted to bring me here to rub salt on my wounds? To mock me?”

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