Page 78 of Misconducts & Temptation

"What the fuck was that?" he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Just because I'll do things with you doesn't mean you get to pass me around to your friends," I shouted, my voice cracking. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I was so angry. I didn't think I had ever been this angry before.

I didn't think I ever allowed myself to be this angry before.

"What?" His tone was cold, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"You heard me," I said, trying to steady my voice. "I do things for you because you're my husband. But you are the only person I would do them for. We never talked about sharing."

"Shar—what?" His voice dropped even lower, a dark edge to it.

I took a shaky breath, realizing only then that I was trembling. My whole body shook with a mix of fear and anger.

"Tell me everything," he demanded, each word like a hammer striking metal. "Right. The fuck. Now."

"Ashton," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "Ashton Lansing. He said... he said you gave him permission."

Keaton's eyes blazed with fury. "Permission for what?"

"He said you told him I'd do whatever you told me to," I choked out, my tears finally spilling over. "He tried to?—"

"That fucking bastard," Keaton interrupted, his fists clenching at his sides.

I flinched at the raw anger in his voice, but part of me felt relieved that he wasn’t dismissing my words or accusing me of lying.

"I didn't give him any fucking permission," he spat, his face twisted in rage. "If he so much as looks at you again?—"

I cut him off, my own anger bubbling up again. "How was I supposed to know that? You talk about women like they're just things to be used and tossed aside."

His expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something softer beneath the anger. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

"I'll deal with Ashton," he said through gritted teeth. "But don't ever think I'd let anyone touch what's mine."

I wanted to scream at him for referring to me as a possession but held back, knowing now wasn’t the time for that fight.

"Get in the car," he ordered without even looking at me.

"What?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Where are you?—"

"Fucking be a good wife and shut the fuck up," he snarled, already turning on his heel and heading back towards campus. "I'll be back in a bit."

I wanted to call him back, to demand answers, but he was already gone. His long strides carried him away, leaving me standing there, feeling more alone than ever. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared after him, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

I climbed into the car, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the door handle. The leather seats felt cold against my skin, and the silence inside was deafening. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, and a fresh wave of anger and fear washed over me.

As I sat there, waiting for Keaton to return, my mind raced with thoughts of what he might do to Ashton. I had never seen Keaton so angry before, and it scared me. But beneath that fear was a flicker of something else—want. There was something about him when he acted this way, when he was this possessive, that I was drawn to.

What did that say about me?

I didn't know.

For now, all I could do was wait.

Chapter 24

Keaton

As I stormed across campus, rage boiled in my veins. Ashton had the audacity to think he could have Elodie? That piece of shit didn't know what he was messing with. I clenched my fists, knuckles white, each step heavier than the last. The chatter of students and the rustling of leaves were mere background noise. My mind was singularly focused on one thing: making Ashton pay.

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