Page 1 of His Rules

PROLOGUE

Istruggled to close the door with my foot since my arms were full of groceries, trying my best to be silent.

A giggle almost erupted from my lips. He was home, the television going in the den. He was always watching some sports program.

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and I’d decided to surprise him by cooking dinner. The task was something I hadn’t done in a long time. In fact, I couldn’t remember when I’d taken the time. He’d been complaining I was always too busy. He was right. I’d worked my ass off to get a promotion, which was supposed to be decided on Monday.

I was excited and nervous at the same time. If I snagged it, my salary would be increased by fifty percent. Maybe then I could move out of the little shithole of an apartment.

Taking cautious steps, I headed into the kitchen. I could only hope I’d find one so huge and gorgeous in my next place. Nathan made money, a go-getter at his father’s firm. The same firm I’dworked at for almost three years. I’d been hesitant to go on a date with him, but he’d wooed me into agreeing.

It had been incredible ever since. Our one-year anniversary was coming up and we’d even discussed marriage. I was on cloud nine. Everything I’d ever wanted was about to come true.

I placed the bags on the counter, noticing a bottle of wine was already open. Nathan wasn’t much on wine. Maybe he’d anticipated my arrival. I grabbed a glass from the wine rack, pouring myself a hefty amount before tiptoeing toward the den.

What in the world was he watching? It sounded like a bunch of pigs rooting around. I bit back a laugh. His tastes in music and movies were all over the place so it wouldn’t surprise me one little bit. As soon as I moved toward the doorway, I noticed movement. The only light was coming from the television, but that couldn’t be the sound I was hearing.

Not a chance when it appeared he had some Hallmark movie on. What the hell? He hated sappy movies. Or as he liked to call them, a woman’s excuse to beg for romance. Whatever.

I took a sip of wine and stepped just inside the room.

No one would ever accuse me of being a stupid woman. I’d graduated with honors from Columbia University here in New York City. I’d gone from working as an intern for Nathan’s father to senior accountant bucking for the head of the department. That was a steppingstone to being CFO one day.

However, at this moment, I felt as if I’d lost a part of myself to some unknown alien who’d stolen parts of my brain. How could I have been so stupid, so blind?

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, calling him every disgusting, reprehensible name in the book. That would announce my arrival sufficiently.

But she beat me to it.

She, meaning the magnificent Barbie doll lookalike with huge perky tits and a teensy tiny waist. Her name was Cherry, but what she was doing was more like the icing on the bitter cake for me. Her head was bobbing perfectly the moment I’d walked in, but my entrance must have caught her eye.

Her shriek was high pitched, her mouth open in a perfect large ‘O’ that brought vile thoughts into my mind. She’d tossed her long blonde hair back with so much force, I’d been certain she’d dislocated her neck from the weight of her two big boobs.

At least I had the satisfaction of noticing they didn’t move. Not a single jiggle.

“What… What isshedoing here? I thought you said she was working late.” Cherry was obviously not talking to me, but I couldn’t give a shit at this point.

I moved quickly toward the back of the couch, keeping a very wide smile on my face. It reminded me of the horror movie Nathan and I had watched together only three nights before. Be careful when someone smiled like a loon. They could be dangerous. “Shetook the night off so she could make her boyfriend, excuse me, her former boyfriend dinner. But I see he’s already eaten.”

I’d never really been prone to violence. I even looked away during horrible fight scenes on a television program. But not this time. I tossed the wine in both their faces before grabbing a handful of her hair and jerking back my arm.

It was a childish thing to do, but it certainly made me feel better.

There was something awe-inspiring about seeing the two of them buck naked, Nathan’s cock still fully aroused. Funny how I’d never noticed it was a tiny little dick.

Just like the man.

“Nathan, baby. She can’t do that to me!”

“Shut up, Cherry. Kacey. Wait. We can talk about this.”

“Why bother? You’re already celebrating.” I stormed toward the entryway, doing my best to keep the anger rolling so the sadness wouldn’t creep in and steal the show.

“You’re right,” Cherry had the nerve to call after me. “We are celebrating. Why don’t you tell her why, honey bunchkins?”

Honey bunchkins? I was going to vomit more than just a little in my mouth. The fear I would burst into tears haunted the hell out of me, but my curiosity about what she was getting at was worse.

I spun around so fast I almost tripped on my own two feet. “What? What, pray tell, could you be celebrating other than doing your best to make me look like an idiot? Well, you failed, buddy. You’re the idiot. And I’m going to make certain your father knows exactly what you did.”

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