Page 26 of Yours Suddenly

“I do actually,” I say. Tristan isnothappy with how distracted I've been during our, uh,interestingmeetings with our competitors and partners. I keep texting my wife during them but she doesn't answer of course. Sometimes I call right as we’re in the heat of battle, our lives on the line, and she lets it ring and ring.

“Alexandra,” I say to her, “you know a fifth spinoff toYours Suddenly, Sawyeris coming out on Friday?”

“Duh,” she says. “Yours Forever, Sinclairis literally all I've been thinking about.”

“Can I take you?” I feelmuchless confident asking this question than when I asked her to marry me.

Her eyebrows rise. “The only free showing is at three p.m., you'll probably be in a meeting or something.”

“I won't,” I say. “Please let me take you on a date.”

Her eyes soften. She thinks about it, regarding me.

“Okay fine,” she grumbles. “But I'm not going because ofyou.” She points a damning finger at me. “I'm going because I loveYours Suddenly, Sawyer.”

“Of course,” I say with a nod. Something lights up in her eyes and fuck, that's all I want to see. Over and over again.

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It's two p.m. on Friday. I've just come out of a meeting and I’m headed home in my Porsche when I get a call from Tristan.

“Rome, you're not gonna fucking believe this, but we found a couple of suspicious people lurking close to home.”

“What?”

I shouldn't be surprised. This is something we’ve been on the lookout for for months now.

“Yeah,” Tristan says. “We were able to neutralize them and take them away. Things got a little ugly, Logan got grazed in the thigh… He’s a doc so he’ll be fine.”

He describes to me more what happened and then gives me the location they’re all at.

“Okay, I'll be there in twenty.” I hang up. “Fuck!”

Just then I get a text from my wife.

What do you want me to wear?She puts that smirking emoji next to it.

The last time she asked me a question like this was months ago when we went to dinner around midnight. I told her to put on something sexy and she had the hottest lingerie underneath her tight black dress. We ended up in the men's bathroom, my hand over her mouth, my other rubbing her clit and my teeth sinking into the back of her neck. Never cummed harder in my life.

Something sexyI text guiltily. I addI hear theaters are pretty dark and empty if you get there ten minutes before the movie startsbut then delete the paragraph.

I can only get home in fifteen minutes and then it's going to be another twenty minutes to drive to the cinema so we’re definitely not going to be early.

And I have to deal with the threat that Tristan neutralized right fucking now. It's a lot more important.

Fuck. The one time I was about to mend my relationship with Alexandra is when this bullshit had to happenclose to home.

I speed my Porsche to the location Tristan gave, but guess fucking what? Traffic. I call my cousin and say I'm going to be thirty minutes late because an accident occurred on the fucking freeway.

Slowly I move forward, and when I finally break free from the congestion, I drive like a maniac. By the time I get to my destination, the movie is twenty minutes from starting.

Radio silence from Alexandra confirms to me she's pissed off. I'm pissed off, too.

The people who made me miss precious time with her are going to pay.

Getting out of my car and moving past the black cars parked outside an abandoned warehouse, I call her.

“Baby, something came up,” I say regretfully.

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