Page 15 of His Vengeful Tradwife

Austin rubbed his throat and looked resentfully at Maverick. "Damn, bro, I thought you weren't together anymore!"

"We aren't," I said, interrupting whatever Maverick was trying to say. "Bye now! I'll text you."

Austin gave me a quick kiss and then hopped in his truck and drove away.

"Thanks for a lovely time!" I called out at the top of my lungs. "Best sex I've had inyears!"

Maverick made a noise like a bull, but I ignored it.

"Come inside and stop making a fool of yourself!" I told him coldly, heading up the front steps. He was so close behind me that his heated, angry breathing was rustling all the sticky hairs on my neck as we came indoors.

"Back up, old man!" I said rudely. "You're wheezing on my neck."

Maverick grabbed my arm and whirled me around, crowding me against the counter.

"What has gotten into you, Tallulah?" he growled, a muscle working in his jaw. "This is not like you."

"Why areyouacting so goddamn jealous?" I countered. "Youwanted a divorce. We aren't together anymore. I can fuck who I want and I’m going to."

His mouth opened and closed and for a moment he looked ridiculously like a fish.

I wrenched my arm out of his grip, but he still towered over me, glaring down with that angry frown on his face.

"I'm not jealous," he finally said, his Adam's apple working overtime.

"You're acting like a fucking psycho," I pointed out. "Why don't you go over to your little girlfriend's apartment and fuck her? Get your stress levels down to a normal range and not a complete sociopath range."

Maverick's chest was heaving and I saw him trying to get control of himself. His fists tightened around the kitchen chair, then the counter.

"I don't want to," he said.

"And why are you still wearing your wedding ring?" I pressed. "It's going to give people the wrong impression that we are still married. Yuck. I don't want my boyfriends getting scared. You better take that ring off."

Maverick stared at me, then down at the heavy gold band.

"Maybe Iwantto scare some of these guys off," he said. "I don't think you should be fucking random guys from online. It's not safe. And I'm still responsible for you, after all."

"Oh, so I can only find people to fuck from the office, like you did?" I retorted.

His jaw clenched, and he said tightly, "Yes. Someone you know well, of course that's the best and safest option."

"Sounds boring," I replied.

But the idea had possibilities.

Iknewthere was a guy from Maverick's work who thought I was hot. James had once told my husband at a Christmas party that he was a "lucky bastard" (to which Maverick had changed the subject and asked James if he'd had too much to drink). Not to mention James himself was pretty handsome and recently single.

"I insist on it," Maverick said angrily. "I don't want the mother of my children driving around in trucks with any old random deadbeat."

"Don't you mean any random deadbeat with a big dick?" I asked, but cut him off when he began to sputter.

"Oh, whatever, Maverick. Just come and undo my dress."

I turned around and flipped up my long hair, holding it high so my mostly bare back was exposed to him. I was wearing a tight-fitting white dress, and there was a silky tie that had to be undone to get it off for the night.

For a moment there was silence.

Then Maverick stepped forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. His fingers seemed to fumble as he reached for the tie, which was interesting as he was usually so deft-fingered. But then with a softschickof fabric, the tie was undone and my dress fell open, exposing all the rest of my back and the top of my lacy thong.

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