Page 118 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Ezra smiled. “He’ll like that.”

“Have a good night, Ezra,” I stated as I sauntered through the atrium.

“You try to do the same, Ritchie.”

If he thought I didn’t see his wedding ring, he was mistaken. I’d ask him about it later. Right now, it was important Tori, and I had a talk.

I stalked up the stairs two at a time. My anger was taking control again. Once in our bedroom, I moved into our walk-in closet and placed my thumb on the door of the safe. A red light flashed, and it popped open. I reached inside, grabbed my wedding band, and slid it on my finger.

As a bodyguard, we had to be extra cautious about revealing any personal information, including our marital status. Our boss’s enemies could kidnap our spouses to get information about them. I made sure no one who wanted to harm my boss would even have the chance to target my wife.

And as for telling my boss I was married, I’d wait until I thought he’d moved past losing Lexis. After tearing out of my clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed in only my black boxers.With my elbows resting on my knees and palms on my head, I took a moment to replay the events of the day.

My wife could’ve died today all because she felt she had to go to work. The woman didn’t even need to work.

I glanced over at her, lying there in tranquility. The light from the bathroom illuminated her body. Her blonde hair was hidden under a golden bonnet. In a fit of rage, I pulled back the blanket to reveal her bare cinnamon-colored legs, clad only in my t-shirt.

My fucking t-shirt.

I reached up under her t-shirt to see if she was wearing panties.

No sign of them.

“Fuck,” I muttered quietly.

Her warm, smooth skin felt good under my touch. My heavy hand came down on her ass.

A loud smack echoed through the room.

She yelled out in a groggy voice, “What the fuck?”

“Tori, it’s time for your punishment.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

RITCHIE

THE PUNISHMENT

She stared at me in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” she asked, reaching for the blanket.

“You’ve been a very bad girl.”

I stood at the foot of the bed, yanked her feet, pulling her toward me.

“You’re fucking tripping, Ritchie?”

My brows raised. “Am I?” I placed my thumbs in my waistband and pushed my boxers down my legs. My hard cock sprung free.

Her eyes moved to my dick. Lust flashed in her eyes. No time for that right now.

“You’re coming with me,” I growled.

I grabbed her by the sides of her chest and lifted her in the air.

“Ouch, ouch,” she shrieked.

“Ah, fuck,” she cried.

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