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She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Okay, but wash your hands first. I’ll do the same and go make him a bottle.”

I smirked and couldn’t resist kissing her again. “You’re cute.”

She swatted at my arm, her cheeks flushed from the thorough fucking I gave her. “I’m about to show you how un-cute I am if you don’t stop getting on my nerves.”

“Believe me. I know all about that too.”

Her mouth parted. “You’re an asshole.”

“You’ve told me already.”

She laughed. “I made a huge error sneaking into your room.”

“Be honest. Some part of you knew I was coming for you.”

Instead of replying, she rushed to the kitchen while I hurried to wash my hands.

Chapter Forty-Three:

all of you

Peyton

My body buzzed. Or maybe it wasn’t so much a buzz as a wave of pent-up energy.

I was so wound up I could bounce off the walls. When Silas left that morning for work, I drove to my place. It was Saturday, so I had the entire day to spend with my son. Hopefully, that would include Silas when he got off work, but he planned to speak to his mother sometime that day, so I’d have to wait and see.

I cuddled my son and adored how much he favored Theodore. I wasn’t sad. Or full of guilt. The guilty parts were the ones that shouldn’t exist anymore. My attraction to Silas King had always been there, but it hadn’t flourished until lately. The allure first came from my gamer friend King and how I believed he was him. Even when Silas denied it, a part of my heart thought otherwise, which caused me to look his way one too many times. Silas shouldn’t get the blame for that. My remorse for those actions had nothing to do with him. They were all my own. Searching for him in a room. Holding my breath as he walked by, wondering, waiting for him to tell me what I’d always known. Over the years, thoughts like those had left my heart heavy.

But my gamer friend King and Silas King weren’t the same person. Because of that, I could let my burdens go. In another life, I’d tell Theodore the truth about the emotions I carried within our marriage. Maybe, if I finally spoke about them out loud, Theodore could hear me in this lifetime. Maybe he’d forgive me. Maybe he’d despise me. Until then, my secrets were mine to keep buried.

I’d enjoy these blissful moments of happiness I had run from for so long. I didn’t want to run from Silas King anymore. All I desired was losing myself within his embrace.

My phone rang a few minutes after I put T.J. down for a nap. The number was one I didn’t recognize. Thinking it was a scammer call, I sighed before answering, “Hello?”

“Peyton.”

Becky.

The urgency in her voice churned my stomach.

I tensed. “Is everything okay?”

“Are you and King dating?”

Wow, straight to the point. Honestly, I was surprised it took her this long to interfere.

“Why do you ask?”

“Someone told me he’s been going to your workplace a lot.”

Oh? So a friend of hers worked with me? But that was small-town life.

My grip on the phone tightened. “Are you keeping tabs on Silas?”

“No. But I think you should stop what you’re doing. What would Theodore’s family think? And our friends? It’s disgusting.”

Bile rose in my throat. She’d brought forth all my insecurities. “Disgusting is a strong word, Becky. Careful. It’s almost like you called to start an argument.”

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