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“Boss,” Abele said, peering into the office and around it, “your wife is here.”

I eyed him for a moment, wondering why the fuck he hadn’t let her in and why he was warning me. But as he scanned the room, I fucking knew he was looking for Sage. I fucking knew that he was warning me to hide her if I wanted.

“Send her in,” I growled.

A couple of moments later, Laila walked into my office, dressed in a pink plaid dress that hugged her breasts. She held her purse tightly to her chest and gave a strained smile to Abele. “The FBI is sitting outside.”

“I know,” I said, peering at Abele. “Leave.”

After a moment, he walked out and shut the door behind her. I finally slumped my shoulders forward and blew out a deep breath. If they didn’t already, this entire family would know by the end of the day. We needed to figure this out now because I didn’t want Laila getting hurt in the midst of all this. If she wanted to still keep it quiet, she’d endure the entire family thinking I’d cheated on her.

That I was cheating on her.

Knowing Laila, she’d become an insecure mess over it if she began thinking I was sneaking around with anyone other than Sage. And if more and more people started talking about it all the time, especially Bethany, we would have more than just a problem.

“What did you want to talk about?” Laila asked, placing her purse down on the desk.

“One of my men saw me with Sage last night.”

Laila pressed her lips together. “Everyone knows,” she whispered. “The girls were talking about it last night. They think you’re cheating on me and won’t stop commenting on it. I … I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t let them get into your head,” I said. “Please.”

“T-they won’t.”

But I could hardly believe that.

“Do you still want to keep it a secret?” I asked.

Laila snapped her head up to me. “Yes. I-I don’t want Bethany knowing.”

I clenched my jaw. I would rather Bethany know so she would leave Laila the fuck alone.

“You know I love you, right?” I whispered.

Laila stayed quiet for a few moments, then nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

“Why’d you pause?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I-I didn’t.”

I grimaced and balled my hands into fists. I’d bet Bethany had had something to do with that. If I found out that bitch had been putting those thoughts into my wife’s head—that I didn’t love her and that I was cheating on her or some fucking shit like that—I would end her.

“Why’d you ask?” Laila asked, changing the subject.

“Because you missed out last night,” I said, humming.

If any other man had sent an image of another naked woman, covered in his cum, to his wife, he’d be in the shithouse for the rest of his life. But the other night, after our time in the changing room, Laila had gushed about how much she actually wanted it to happen.

How she wanted to see Sage as our little cumslut.

“If you were trying to make me jealous with that picture of Sage”—she giggled and playfully crossed her arms—“it didn’t work. I had Sage trembling in her bed this morning, her cum all over my fingers.”

“So, you weren’t out with Bethany?” I asked, brows raised.

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