Page 30 of Burning Your Lies

“His last girlfriend ended up in a home for the crazy.” I click my tongue. “I have to say, I didn’t enjoy my time there very much.”

The blue eyes don’t move from my face. Her mouth opens slightly, but she doesn’t speak for a moment. The confusion morphs into surprise. “He never mentioned that you dated him.”

I roll my eyes and scoff. “I’m hardly surprised. Xavier is a liar.”

She timidly steps closer to me. “How long were you…”

I pretend to think about it. “Well, he told me he was in love with mereallyearly on. We were both fighting our feelings for about a year, but Xavier wasn’t afraid to remind me how he really felt. Our affair started somewhere in my first trimester.”

“While he was married?” She sounds appalled. With a shake of her head, she says, “He never even told me you were his surrogate. I thought his wife died in childbirth.”

“His wife died before I even gave birth.”

Her hand flies up to her mouth to catch her gasp. “How could he…”

I grin at the camera and wonder if Xavier is watching this show live. If he is, I bet he’s seething in silence. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cuts his meeting short to put an end to it. “He’s the one that asked me to stay after giving birth. I’m sure he’s still got the engagement ring he bought me.” I shrug as if I didn’t just stomp all over his new obsession. “It’s all water under the bridge, though. We’re strictly business and co-parents now.”

The pain in her eyes reflects the one I had the night Emery found about the affair. Just like Brynn, my hands were tremblingat the betrayal of a man I thought loved me. This time, I am Emery, observing a foolish woman. I can see her fate playing out.

“I know how easy it is to fall under his spell. It’s like you meet him and then suddenly he invades every thought. It happens so fast, you just can’t stop it. And you ask yourself if it’s possible to fall in love so fast. But can I offer you the advice that was given to me but I stupidly ignored?”

She chokes back a sob. “What?”

In the distance, I see Emery’s ghost looking at me the way she did that night. I repeat her words. “Run while you can.”

I open the door and am temporarily thrown off by the candles and rose petals that line the floor. “Hux?” I follow the trail to the dining room. The lights are dimmed, and the table set for a romantic meal for two. I wince when I remember I was meant to be home for dinner. “I’m so sorry! It completely slipped my mind.”

Huxley’s top buttons are undone, and he stares at the wall, silently drinking his wine. “Where were you?” When I don’t answer, he clicks his tongue. “Understood.”

I drop my bag and walk until I’m in front of him. “He was just throwing stuff my way and the time just slipped away. I’m sorry.”

“What, Savannah? You didn’t pick your phone up even once and see my messages and calls? You didn’t see the sun disappearing and think you had a husband to get home to?”

The sympathy I just felt disappears. “If you’re asking whether I ignored you, the answer is no. We wereworking.I need to maintain somewhat of a relationship with him.”

“Not at the cost of this marriage. I told you, this marriage is not part of the game to me. If I’ve asked you to be home, then you comehome.”

“I came home!” I shout. “Why are you acting like I did something wrong?”

His voice drips with ice. “Iknewthis was going to happen. Do you think heneededyou there? He’s going to keep doing this to come between us.”

“Then don’t let him!” I walk away from him and take a few calming breaths. He is overreacting. It wasn’t like I returned home the next morning. I made a mistake. I turn and look at Huxley. He isn’t angry. He’s upset. I look at the perfectly plated food and arrangement around our home. Walking back over to him, I take a seat on his lap and cup his face. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You made an effort and I couldn’t make it home. I won’t forget again. I promise.”

He sighs and holds me against him. “If it happens again, I’m going to spank you until your ass is sore.”

I let out a laugh when his palm comes down my ass. I grab his bun and pull on it. “Let your hair down and loosen up, sunshine. Just because I missed dinner doesn’t mean we can’t have some dessert.”

His fingers are already unbuttoning my blouse. He nibbles on the tops of my breast. “What did you have in mind, sweetheart?”

“How about a cream pie?” I climb off his lap and head to the kitchen. Scouring through the fridge, I grab the can of whippy cream. Back in the dining room, I strip all my clothes off until I’m naked. I wave the can in his direction. “This is a little too sweet for me. I need a little salt to go with it.”

“I’ve got just the perfect thing.” He stands up and frees his manhood. His fists wrap around the head. His golden eyes darken as he watches me play with myself. “Come and take what you want.”

“Sit down,” I order. With slow, steady steps, I prowl towards him and kneel on the ground. I shake the can before squirting a line down his length.

Huxley hisses. “That’s cold.”

Looking up at him, I grin. “It’s a good thing my mouth is warm.” Starting at the base, my tongue runs up his shaft, cleaning the cream with it as I go. When I get to the tip, my mouth wraps around it and I suck. My hands massage his balls as I take him further down my throat.

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