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She’d summoned me to go around, dressed in a sexy black dress, and fondled the toy I’d bought her. If I didn’t go, she’d use it. She’d get off on something that wasn’t me, and the sudden jealousy fucking crippled me.

Lying on the floor, I reached a new low.

I was officially jealous of an inanimate object.

I moved before I could stop myself.

Tripping into the bathroom, I ripped off my tie, jerked off my shirt, and reached for the box of hair dye.

* 53 *

Sailor

Revenge is Best Served with Dessert

PENG ALERTED ME TO HIS ARRIVAL.

With a happy meow and flicking tail, he bolted to the back door just as X opened it and stepped into the kitchen without an invitation.

“You made it.” I beamed the biggest, over-the-top smile of my life.

He froze, his eyes locking on mine where I stood by the counter, icing the final corners of the hazelnut chocolate cake. On the top, I’d piped an intricate X covered in flower petals.

Peng clawed his way up X’s jeans, distracting him.

With a softly muttered curse, he plucked the kitten from where he hung on his belt and bundled him into his hands. “You’re a pest.” He held Peng away from him, all while the cat did its best to headbutt every finger and purr like a chainsaw.

I should’ve figured out who X was the first time he’d come round for cake. Peng couldn’t hide his obsession with Zander all because he’d been the one to turn his life into a happily ever after. If I didn’t love Zander just as much as Peng did, I would be obscenely jealous.

But now…we can share.

I snickered to myself, all while watching Zander/X wrangle Peng off him.

Now I knew who he was…it was obvious—even with the black hair and brown eyes. The shape of his forehead, the fall of his thick hair, the faint lines around his eyes, the breadth of his shoulders, his lean powerful height and strong elegant hands…even his energy was the same. The same protective, sweet, caring aura that made me feel instantly at home.

“So.” I grinned another megawatt smile. “How was your day, dear?”

“Dear?” He rocked backward on his heels, his eyes narrowing above his skull mask. “Who are you and what new trap have you come up with?”

“Can’t I call you something other than X?” I wrinkled my nose. “I mean…it’s not even a nice letter. Kinda harsh if you ask me.” Spinning on the spot and brandishing the spatula covered in icing, I grinned. “You know what? You could just tell me your real name, and I’ll call you that.”

He huffed and managed to escape Peng’s love attack. “I see what you’re doing, and it won’t work.”

“What won’t work?” I blinked innocently.

“You know what.”

“How about I guess?” I tapped a finger against my bottom lip. “Let’s see. You could’ve chosen any letter to go by but you chose X. So that leads me to think there’s an X in your real name somewhere.”

He coughed and balled his hands. “That’s ridiculous—”

“You don’t look like a Max.” I cocked my head, studying him. “Or a Jaxon or a Braxton or an Axel.” I tossed the spatula back into the bowl, making him flinch with the noise. “I’ve got it. Alexander.”

He went deathly still. His eyes pinched into a sniper stare. “Why Alexander? I could be a Felix or a Dexter.”

“True. You could be. Alright, I’ll just randomly choose one until I figure it out.” Smiling as brightly as I could, I asked my question again, pretending to be the dutiful housewife welcoming her hard-working husband home after a long day. “So, Hendrix…how was your day?” I waved the question away. “No, that doesn’t suit you. Oh, I know.” I paused for dramatic effect. “How about Lex…you know? From Superman? He was the villain all while Clark Kent wore sexy glasses only to transform into a sexy alien who could fly?”

He choked and swayed on the spot.

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