Page 70 of The Trick

The next day…

“Congratulations man. I’m happy for you two,” Carmine’s voice crackles through the speaker of my cell.

I try to clear my throat to speak, hoping that will signal to Blair to let up on the pressure she has on my windpipe, but judging by the fiery stare that’s ripe in her raven eyes and the knife handle pressed against my throat… she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Knowing my wife, it’s the latter.

“You there?” Carmine asks.

Exasperated, Blair removes her forearm from my throat and settles into a straddle on my lap.

I don’t know how she can possibly think I can take her seriously when she’s in nothing but a g-string, looking like my next fucking meal, which I plan on eating as soon as I get off the phone.

“Thank you,” I mouth to her through a grin before resuming my phone call with Carmine.

Cocking her head up, she tightens the crossed position of her arms which highlights her full tits that are already on display for me. Rolling her eyes, she flicks her irises back in my direction. “This isn’t over,” she mouths.

Oh, do I fucking know it.

“Maddox,” Carmine drones.

“Yeah man, sorry,” I finally respond, unable to contain a laugh.

Carmine clicks his tongue before drawing out an amused sigh. “I should have known. Hello, Blair.”

A playful scoff slips from her lips as her demeanor softens. “Hey, Carmine. How are you?”

“Honestly, it’s been a fucking whirlwind of a night but me and Sienna are good. She’s waiting for me inside, but I just wanted to say my congrats to the happy couple.”

“Thanks man, miss you,” I say.

“You too, I’ll try to get back to New York when I can. I’m sad I missed your big day,”

“Dude it’s fine, you kind of hand your hands full,” I laugh and his own laugh echoes mine, as does Blair.

“True, but hey, it looks like we both finally got our girls, right? That’s all that matters,” he beams. I can tell how happy he is. All he’s ever wanted is Sienna, just like all I’ve ever wanted is Blair.

I look to Blair, fuck is she is nuts, but oh so fucking beautiful. I’ll never tire of the hoops she makes me go through. Pursing my lips, I blow a kiss to her. Expecting her to roll her eyes or say something smart, but she smiles, reaching for the phone out of my hand.

Bringing the mouthpiece to her lips, a devilish expression spreads across her face as she begins to talk to Carmine.

“Okay, Mr. Moretti,” she begins, purposely sounding sarcastic.

“Oh god, I can only imagine what you have to say,” Carmine retorts, stifling an uncomfortable laugh.

“We were kind of in the middle of something,” she breathes into the phone, winking at me.

“Oh damn, my bad. Already trying for some babies, huh?”

“Ha, fuck no! Although I am straddling him now and–”

Jesus Christ, this woman is fucking relentless.

Snatching the phone from her, I switch it off speaker phone and bring it to my ear.

“Sorry man,” I laugh, looking at her with a reprimanding stare.

“No need to be sorry. I’m her boss, I know she’s wild, kind of like you. Which arguably makes you two a match made in hell, but truthfully, you guys couldn’t be a better match.”

A grin spreads across my face at the honesty in his words. It’s true, we both are wild, borderline insane, but I couldn’t imagine spending this overrated life with anyone else.

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