Page 198 of Sinful Pleasure

“The things I’d do to end up in his bed,’’ another voice laughed.

I leaned in closer, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“Rumor says this place is already taken by Romano’s daughter,” the first voice said. “But it won’t be long before Mr. King gets bored and dumps her.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“He doesn’t stick with one woman for long,” she added.

“That’s because he’s never tried with me,” the other woman said. “I can change him.”

I want to commit a crime. Right fucking now.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s exactly what thousands of women before you have said too.”

“He never tried my mouth, that’s why.”

And that was it. I was done.

I stormed into the kitchen, interrupting their disgusting conversation. The two girls froze, their eyes widening with uncertainty.

I gave them a thorough look, scanning them. Both were blondes with long, shiny hair, younger than me, with piercing blue eyes. It made me wonder if Maddox had a type when it came to the women who worked for him.

They were both stunning, which only made my jealousy grow.

“Am I interrupting something?” I asked innocently, plucking an apple from the counter.

“No, Miss Romano,” the taller girl stammered, and I recognized her voice. She was the one who said Maddox would get bored of me.

‘‘Need anything, Miss?”

“No, just this,” I said, smiling and tossing the apple in my hand as they stood frozen.

“You can keep going with your conversation.”

I took a few steps toward the door before glancing back at them.The two of them were stunned, fully aware they had been caught talking shit about me.

“Oh, and you’re absolutely right.’’ I said ‘’Mr. King is fucking amazing in bed,” I grinned from ear to ear. “But the things he can do with his mouth are even better.”

I winked before turning and walking out of the kitchen, savoring their shocked expressions.

Keep it together, Allyn. They don’t deserve a second of your time.

I made my way to his room, shed every piece of clothing, and settled into his bed.

By the time Maddox returned, it was nearly five in the morning. I had been lying here for hours, my naked body wrapped in the sheets.

I watched him untie his necktie, his tattooed hands working with practiced ease. All I could think about was how those same hands must’ve been wanted by those girls.

His face was tired, his hair messy, falling over his striking features. My grip on the sheets tightened, the jealousy creeping in, consuming me.I’d never felt this before, because I’d never had anything worth losing— until now.

“Everything alright?” His voice broke through my thoughts, pulling my attention back to him as he began unbuttoning his shirt, never taking his eyes off me. “You look distracted.”

“It’s nothing,” I managed a smile, even though it felt forced. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, it was inevitable,” he sighed, slipping his shirt off his broad shoulders. His muscles flexed under the motion.

He flashed a lazy smile, and my stomach clenched. These girls must feel the same way when they see him.

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