Page 201 of Never Fall for an Angel

Oh, I can’twaitto see how this plays out.

“No idea,” I murmur, wincing at the cough from the end of the hall once more. “Let’s go for a walk. I need out of here.”

CHRISTIAN

Isit at my father’s desk in the main house office, watching the cameras of home playing on the screen in front of me, when a soft knock sounds at the door.

“Come in.”

I cut the screen off, getting one last fleeting look of Mila baking something in the kitchen and swaying along to the sound of music I can’t hear when the door opens.

The sound of heels on the marble floor is loud when Talia saunters into the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Christian, it’s been too long since we’ve gotten to catch up,” she says, slipping gracefully into the chair in front of me. She’s got her hair down and a Burberry coat unbuttoned at the top to show off her cleavage. She presses her chest out, her eyes flashing mischievously with a grin.

“After you practically ran out the other night, I thought it wise not to approach you when your partner was with you. I could see the effect seeing us together had on her.

“Wife.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Wife,” I correct her. “Mila is my wife.”

“Yes, well. Semantics,” she waves a manicured hand. “I must say, I was quite surprised you called and asked to see me. I was sure you weren’t allowed. She knows about us, you know?”

I ignore the subtle dig at my wife for now, choosing to move on to why I called her here instead.

Standing from my chair, I cross to the window on the far side, looking out over the grounds to where the faint glow of Mila and I’s house can be seen through the trees. It’s not yet dark, but it will be soon, and I’m eager to get home to see what she’s made for dinner tonight.

I swear the girl laces everything with cocaine.

Reaching into my pocket, I grab what I want and pull it out, turning back to Talia.

“Do you have something you’d like to tell me?”

Her brows furrow, a subtle smirk pulling on her lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“No?”

I place the phone down on the desk in front of her, and the smile falls from her lips.

She looks back up at me, her eyes widening with fear before she licks her lips and shakes her head.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“I must say, you always were a convincing liar.”

Her eyes darken, her face growing red. She hoists her bag higher on her shoulder and stands, nearly sending the chair toppling.

“I didn’t come here to be accused, Christian.”

“Who’s accused you of anything?” I reply calmly.

She scoffs and turns on her expensive heel, heading towards the door.

Only the moment she opens it she freezes.

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