Page 67 of Escape From Me

Keeping my voice low I said, “Sometimes to play a game you have to have an illusion. Now, wait and watch.” I felt her chest rise and fall against mine as I righted her but didn’t release her just yet. “And if I want to fuck my wife, I promise you my cock will not be staying in these pants. And if she continues to act like a jealous schoolgirl, perhaps I will need to punish her sooner rather than later.”

I trailed my finger around the mask, down her temple and over the skin still exposed to her lips.

“Be a good girl. I would never lie to you. So wait and watch the trap.”

I pulled her along to the side with me, watching as pieces were sold, easy to watch cash exchange from one hand to the next. Time ticked by.

I checked my watch and there was still no senator. Perhaps I had misread the arrogance of the man.

“Perhaps we move to plan B,” I started to say when my watch vibrated and the doors opened, letting in another guest. Daisy's body stiffened by my side. I knew she recognized the man.

“Showtime.” I walked away to find the widow. She wouldn’t be too hard to find, not when the expensive booze flowed. I stepped up next to her.

“Pardon me, may I borrow the lady?”

The gentleman had been talking and nodded and turned away to join another small group of white-haired pricks. I walked her away.

“You insult me trying to find someone new already. Before you’ve even seen my choice for you?”

She giggled like she wasn’t middle aged and hadn’t already been through three husbands.

“I didn’t think you would notice. Not with that little thing in red hanging all over you.”

I was good at keeping a mask on, even beneath the real mask I wore because if I wasn’t, I might have snapped her neck for speaking of Daisy.

“A woman can want what she wants, but I always keep my promises. Now, the man.”

We stopped near where the senator was standing watching, of all people, my fucking wife.

“Looks like he’s already found someone; perhaps you just reward me now? It’s been such a long night already.”

My molars ached as I clenched my jaw.

“Not happening. He’s loaded, and I need you to make sure I get what I want.”

I pulled her over to him, ignoring how I saw Daisy’s hands clench before she clasped them together just to stop fidgeting. Fucking hell. I hated the way she looked at me, but there was no other choice.

I ignored the protests of the widow. I could only imagine what she looked like next to me. Still, I had a plan and I would see it to the end. I would end this man, not just for fucking with my family but for a lifetime of hurting my dove.

TWENTY-EIGHT

daisy

That bitch.

The fact my father was here should have spiked my fucking anxiety. The man didn’t give a shit about me. He wanted me to be someone else’s problem regardless of who they were or how nice they were as long as it benefited him. All those years of expecting him to someday say he was proud? Not a fucking chance.

The second Zeiden pulled that woman back to his side, I fucking saw red, and it didn’t matter what my dad had to say.

“Sir. Meet one of our esteemed guests.”

Fucking hell. Zeid was trying to hand off the dumb whore that kept trying to hump him. Well, I was going to help him get rid of her. I sauntered my much younger and perkier ass the short distance to him and slid my arm between the woman and my husband.

“Hey, handsome. Need a hand?” I didn’t have an actual plan, other than she needed to get off my man.

“Who is this creature?”

I waited for my blood to run cold, but somewhere between defying my father and killing my would-be-rapist betrothed, I lost my fear. Was I in shock? Maybe. But maybe not.

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