Page 65 of Burning Your Lies

Rowan looks impressed. “I’m going to tell you what you’re betting, Huxley.” His eyes are on Savannah. “I want a night with your wife.”

“Over my dead body,” he growls.

“Someone has a losing hand,” he laughs. “I promise I’ll be gentle … no, I won’t. But I won’t leave any permanent damage on her. How tight is that cunt, my darling?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying, but your husband isn’t man enough to wager a bet.” He turns his focus on me. “You fucked her after she gave birth, right? Did it shrink back to a pleasurable size?”

Ray stands up. “Shut your fucking mouth about my wife.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Why are you coming for me? He’s the one who fucked her,” he says, pointing at me.“Does that get you mad? Knowing he knows what her pussy looks like? She’s been on her knees for him, sucking him until his DNA was swimming in her stomach. I bet he still thinks about it. I bet when she’s in his office, with atightskirt and those milkers on show, he gets hard and remembers how it feels to be inside her.”

Ray’s cards are tossed to the floor. “I’m going to kill you.”

Rowan doesn’t look the least bit scared and continues to push his buttons. His face holds no more humour. “Does it kill you knowing she wanted him so bad, she fucked a married man? She was probably riding him everywhere. She probably still is. They can finally be a real family. They’ve already got the baby. He’s probably fucking her raw, ready to breed another one.”

Ray grabs him off the seat and pins him against the wall. “I told you to shut your fucking mouth.” His arm presses against his throat.

“Maybe she’s going to run off into the sunset with him after stealing from you. And you’re going to spend the rest of your life hunting down the man who took what you wanted the most.” He leans closer and whispers, “Does it hurt? Does it fuckingburn?”

29

Xavier

It’s been three weekssince our last court date. Savannah surrendered her passport as instructed and has had Elise two nights a week. That seems to have kept her content because her side of the table has been radio silent. I would be ignorant and senseless to relax because she still has the diamond.Not for long.

I have enjoyed my solitary nights with Brynn. It’s usually filled with food and then sex; the type of sex I like and Brynn has learned to enjoy. Her filthy whispers have her blushing and my cock hardening. This past weekend is a perfect example of that.

The mini getaway with Brynn was more fun than I could have expected. The lack of signal in the cabins gave me the opportunity to really learn everything about Brynn; the parts of her background checks can’t tell me. I laughed more than I ever do and I realised just how splendid Brynn truly is. My time with her has been overshadowed by Savannah’s cold presence for too long.

That will soon come to an end.

“Is it selfish that I want you all to myself already?”

I pull her into a kiss. “I want that too,” I mumble against her lips. I hold her against me until the lift doors open to my floor.

With such power and authority, one grows accustomed to constant attention. When I walk into a room, my presence demands the attention of everyone present. But this morning feels different. It’s not a look of respect or awe in their eyes. Its side glances and hushed whispers. Brynn notices it too and steps closer to me.

Savannah is smiling at me when I enter the office and head for my desk. “Good morning, Mr Rivers.”

“Someone’s in a chipper mood,” I remark.

She lets out a sigh. “You know, you’d think being hounded by the paparazzi would really dampen my mood. But I’m in high spirits today.”

“What paparazzi?” Brynn asks.

Savannah packs away Elise’s toys before pulling her onto her lap. “Did you not see them on the way in?”

The knowing gleam in her eyes has my senses on high alert. “We came through the basement,” I say.

She kisses the top of Elise’s head before passing her to Brynn. “I trust you both enjoyed yourselves?”

Brynn offers a polite smile. “It was lovely. I hope you had a restful weekend.”

Savannah laughs. “Oh, I had agreattime. We did some shopping. We played some games. She helped Hux cook some delicious food.”

If Brynn wasn’t here, I would ask her what the bitch smile on her face is about. “Sounds nice,” I say instead.

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